<?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-1087744323751049030</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:37:43.720+08:00</updated><category term='you kept going through my mind the whole time.. IMY'/><category term='The thought never stopped.'/><category term='Happy birthday Itik. =)'/><category term='Your traces are my memories..'/><category term='Missing you.'/><category term='Still thinking about you...'/><category term='Sunday&apos;s post.'/><category term='title says it all.'/><title type='text'>An Overdose Of Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-8488058774277515152</id><published>2012-01-07T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:20:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you.</title><content type='html'>YOU YES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I'd like to ask you,&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A MAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a man compare himself to another man&lt;br /&gt;whenever he feels inferior or does he &lt;br /&gt;improves himself to be a better person &lt;br /&gt;despite knowing that nobody is perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a man break promises as easy as a glass&lt;br /&gt;can or does he keep to it knowing that his girl &lt;br /&gt;never takes his words or promises for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a man have low self-esteem or does he &lt;br /&gt;try to at least know that his girl looks at him &lt;br /&gt;like how she never does towards other guys and know&lt;br /&gt;that she will accept him despite his flaws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a man rely on his wife to make decisions for him&lt;br /&gt;when he knows he's the head of the family, the sole-breadwinner&lt;br /&gt;and the one who's suppose to inculcate what's right&lt;br /&gt;and wrong into his family's lives or does he &lt;br /&gt;trust his own instincts knowing that whatever he decides,&lt;br /&gt;his family will go along with him and when all fails,&lt;br /&gt;whatever reason it may be, no matter what, his family is&lt;br /&gt;always going to stick by to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, are you really a man or are you just a &lt;br /&gt;little boy who's stuck in a developed body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't tell you to grow up. I have no right to &lt;br /&gt;say that. Who am I, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I'll tell you is that,&lt;br /&gt;if you're not working towards any of this,&lt;br /&gt;trust me... you will never be a man with respect towards &lt;br /&gt;others or yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-8488058774277515152?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/8488058774277515152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8488058774277515152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8488058774277515152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-for-you.html' title='This is for you.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7165704561658004459</id><published>2012-01-07T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:02:20.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>When I thought every of the negative has &lt;br /&gt;ended, it has started all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so much not to lose my &lt;br /&gt;grip but apparently, I can no longer do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much knowing that I've put so &lt;br /&gt;much effort and then failing over and over &lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;My feelings of anger and distrust is just&lt;br /&gt;to test out my level of patience over a &lt;br /&gt;particular situation but apparently I &lt;br /&gt;over-use it and make situations even more &lt;br /&gt;complicated than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt not to blame anyone but myself&lt;br /&gt;for everything that's happening because why?&lt;br /&gt;Because no one lives my life for me.&lt;br /&gt;I make a decision and I bear with my own consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question though, &lt;br /&gt;out of all this, what do I get? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So how am I supposed to eliminate all these&lt;br /&gt;troubles happening in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Am I suppose to run away from my problems&lt;br /&gt;or am I supposed to act like nothing's wrong or&lt;br /&gt;am I suppose to walk away from people?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do because right now, &lt;br /&gt;I have got to be the most clueless person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to hold on tight to whatever's left of&lt;br /&gt;me that is strong enough to pull this through alone.&lt;br /&gt;yes, Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Won't depend on anyone in particular anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The people we love are the ones that will&lt;br /&gt;hurt us the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could be feeling this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7165704561658004459?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7165704561658004459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7165704561658004459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7165704561658004459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3116562625142002718</id><published>2011-09-25T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:16:37.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>Another year of the final exams approaching&lt;br /&gt;us students. As I sit back on my chair,&lt;br /&gt;I think about all the past opportunities I had&lt;br /&gt;and how I ruined it. How I blatantly&lt;br /&gt;ignored helping myself in my own&lt;br /&gt;studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many chances. And I had to not take them&lt;br /&gt;all so seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough having to watch all my friends&lt;br /&gt;promote and then I'm the only one left hanging.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lonely and empty.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as though I was an epic failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;That's how miserable having to retain feels like.&lt;br /&gt;That's a feeling which no one should ever ever&lt;br /&gt;experience.&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks all your happiness away for&lt;br /&gt;days or maybe weeks.&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel so down, you won't even touch &lt;br /&gt;your food.&lt;br /&gt;You'll just end up crying alone at night,&lt;br /&gt;in your bed, just wishing you did what you &lt;br /&gt;could to save your own future.&lt;br /&gt;And then reality strikes... YOU DIDNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that way and I hated every single bit &lt;br /&gt;of it. The agonising pain was just too much&lt;br /&gt;too handle, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here I am on my desk, facing &lt;br /&gt;piles and piles of my notes, trying my utmost&lt;br /&gt;best to sponge all the info in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;All I'm thinking is "I NEED TO PROMOTE BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;IF I DON'T I'LL DISAPPOIINT MY FAMILY, MY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVES IN ME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray for the best that what I'm doing will&lt;br /&gt;be fruitful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure should not let you stop&lt;br /&gt;rooting for success but instead crave&lt;br /&gt;for more opportunities to et back on track and&lt;br /&gt;prove them all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam, Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3116562625142002718?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3116562625142002718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/reminiscence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3116562625142002718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3116562625142002718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4009167439583598597</id><published>2011-09-19T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:14:08.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams exams exams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8OjKYK92NI/TndbJ0hODRI/AAAAAAAAALw/IJLUKawP-yI/s1600/Picture0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8OjKYK92NI/TndbJ0hODRI/AAAAAAAAALw/IJLUKawP-yI/s400/Picture0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654088081461873938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is gonna be a rather short post.&lt;br /&gt;Specially for bontotman.&lt;br /&gt;Farhan afiq Bin Jaafar,&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR PROMO 2!&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll do good and&lt;br /&gt;pass with flying colours, &lt;br /&gt;you genius! heh. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnnulktvMMM/TndbJnb3VjI/AAAAAAAAALo/RxkdoP3zWEg/s1600/Picture0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnnulktvMMM/TndbJnb3VjI/AAAAAAAAALo/RxkdoP3zWEg/s400/Picture0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654088077949752882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjVskXQpCLI/TndbJr4lWyI/AAAAAAAAALg/HNjsHuNUIHc/s1600/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjVskXQpCLI/TndbJr4lWyI/AAAAAAAAALg/HNjsHuNUIHc/s400/Picture0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654088079143951138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to the rest too&lt;br /&gt;for their exams and whatever not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam, Nadz.&lt;br /&gt;Told ya it's gonna be a short post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4009167439583598597?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4009167439583598597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/exams-exams-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4009167439583598597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4009167439583598597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/exams-exams-exams.html' title='Exams exams exams!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/-p8OjKYK92NI/TndbJ0hODRI/AAAAAAAAALw/IJLUKawP-yI/s72-c/Picture0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-2329245520336977843</id><published>2011-09-16T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:33:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43Amnte8x6c/TnNr9crkzxI/AAAAAAAAALY/BKnSE2mJEZ0/s1600/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43Amnte8x6c/TnNr9crkzxI/AAAAAAAAALY/BKnSE2mJEZ0/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652980660695256850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Love them all too much! &lt;3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, my parents, Sara,&lt;br /&gt;Farhan and I, was invited to &lt;br /&gt;my brother's finale for his seminar.&lt;br /&gt;One word = Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful having to hear the participants&lt;br /&gt;share their life changing experiences with&lt;br /&gt;all of us. It really just touched me.&lt;br /&gt;It somehow made me realise that I'm &lt;br /&gt;not the only one in this world who&lt;br /&gt;thinks I have the worst problems ever.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes through challenges in their&lt;br /&gt;lives, it's just how you react to it that&lt;br /&gt;makes you stronger than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I fully understand why Abang wanted to&lt;br /&gt;attend this seminar badly. &lt;br /&gt;It's a seminar where it improves you to be a better&lt;br /&gt;person. For yourself and your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (well, technically abang)&lt;br /&gt;finally told mum and dad on why we sold&lt;br /&gt;lollipops to people.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know&lt;br /&gt;why we've been doing so, here's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a really long time since our parents&lt;br /&gt;and us went on a holiday together. A proper one.&lt;br /&gt;We are always busy with work and school.&lt;br /&gt;So, as one of his projects, Abang decided that&lt;br /&gt;we should gain funds so that we can bring &lt;br /&gt;mum and dad out for a holiday by air.&lt;br /&gt;To cut short, one of our ways was actually&lt;br /&gt;to sell lollipops to strangers, friends and &lt;br /&gt;family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang is an amazing person. He doesn't &lt;br /&gt;put himself before others. Especially mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;That's why he's the best brother anyone can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;And mum and dad. Well, they deserve this after &lt;br /&gt;a whole lot of sacrifices for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad are touched. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that this turns out to be a success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still selling the lollies.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you guys wanna help out, please&lt;br /&gt;feel free to come and see me. heh. &lt;br /&gt;We need as much help as we can possibly get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have already helped, &lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;a BIG THANK YOU to all of you beautiful&lt;br /&gt;kind souls.&lt;br /&gt;Your little deed of buying those lollies&lt;br /&gt;can actually create a beautiful experince&lt;br /&gt;for my family and I. Insya'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam, Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2329245520336977843?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2329245520336977843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2329245520336977843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2329245520336977843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-changing.html' title='Life Changing.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/-43Amnte8x6c/TnNr9crkzxI/AAAAAAAAALY/BKnSE2mJEZ0/s72-c/IMG_2018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-2862126526785539019</id><published>2011-09-10T11:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:58:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semamat Hayi Yaya!:)</title><content type='html'>On the first day of raya, Abang Sofian&lt;br /&gt;and I wore white. I love white!&lt;br /&gt;It just shows pureness you know.&lt;br /&gt;We went to three houses.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as much fun as last year's because&lt;br /&gt;everyone came at different timings:(&lt;br /&gt;But, meeting the family once more was &lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCAr1cP8J24/TmrWiOxUIyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JfLUrcdJJbk/s1600/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCAr1cP8J24/TmrWiOxUIyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JfLUrcdJJbk/s200/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650564566058541858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Sunday, about 1/4 no .. 1/6 of my&lt;br /&gt;family came over. Wow, was it as hectic as ever!&lt;br /&gt;Cooked lotsa food and Alhamdulillah they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. Really had fun bonding with Abang Nadzri (my&lt;br /&gt;first brother). Yeah, he wasnt in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;My cute nieces and nephews came too!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, mum and I wasn't expecting that much people&lt;br /&gt;cause usually only my brothers and sisters would&lt;br /&gt;come over. BUT this year was different and the&lt;br /&gt;BOMBXZXZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85JGnCkUByg/TmrYAOBbBPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ElTMyyZkDiw/s1600/1yFUVzvGflf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 13px; height: 10px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85JGnCkUByg/TmrYAOBbBPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ElTMyyZkDiw/s200/1yFUVzvGflf.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650566180765369586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was half of the guests that came over. The rest&lt;br /&gt;left. Yes, my family is that BIG. And yes, the guests &lt;br /&gt;were only 1/6 of my family in overall. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after, on Monday, my family and I went to &lt;br /&gt;about 4 houses in total. Oh and my aunty.&lt;br /&gt;My wak(s) and Natt's(niece).&lt;br /&gt;oh, including Farhan's house:) hee.&lt;br /&gt;Had lotsa fun especially at Wak Noor's house. See the&lt;br /&gt;pic below? Those are my nieces and nephews(I think)&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;At Natt's house, we waited for Abang Sofian to &lt;br /&gt;reach from school then the four of us headed to&lt;br /&gt;BLK 390. haha Farhan's place.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed myself there. Alhamdulillah our&lt;br /&gt;parents could bond well. Oh, &lt;br /&gt;and his grandma was really cute please:)&lt;br /&gt;I like her smile:)&lt;br /&gt;Cik Nora cooked mee bakso which was AWESOME:)&lt;br /&gt;Then headed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day that day was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9uonuf2dLMU/TmrZUpIi0-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/2GEs02Jg1Mc/s1600/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9uonuf2dLMU/TmrZUpIi0-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/2GEs02Jg1Mc/s200/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650567631152010210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the AWESOMEST DAY EVER.&lt;br /&gt;The day when my friends from the VICO club and&lt;br /&gt;A4 ex classmates came over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Really had fun with them around! &lt;br /&gt;People who came? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan, Ralph, Sara, Shreedhya, Deepan, Kishen&lt;br /&gt;and Sebastian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kishy for forgetting that you're a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pkaIl2eJsY/TmrbZ_DvIUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3yO49JjBN8g/s1600/IMG_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pkaIl2eJsY/TmrbZ_DvIUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3yO49JjBN8g/s200/IMG_1915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650569921960026434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ralph, Deepan, Kishen and Shreedz&lt;br /&gt;had to leave early so it was just Farhan, Sara, my dad&lt;br /&gt;and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqUZgKr-Moc/Tmrb9tj7zgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nh_5AZ-H_9Y/s1600/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqUZgKr-Moc/Tmrb9tj7zgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nh_5AZ-H_9Y/s200/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650570535738527234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang, played the guitar, piano and did&lt;br /&gt;lotsa fun stuff! However, sorry guys, my house lacks&lt;br /&gt;of english songs to karaoke. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun having to spend time at home with&lt;br /&gt;them!:)My dad was there to join in the fun too.&lt;br /&gt;(For a while) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbujPPyL98Q/TmrfBwfYyZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PNpIfGQT2Fk/s1600/IMG_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbujPPyL98Q/TmrfBwfYyZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PNpIfGQT2Fk/s200/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650573903779121554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NDPHVxSuOk/Tmrfb4iMsHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iDZvmsgwA-c/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NDPHVxSuOk/Tmrfb4iMsHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iDZvmsgwA-c/s200/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650574352614994034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Farhan and I dressed in orange&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyrS-Y8NmLY/Tmrf2mk6QzI/AAAAAAAAALA/EnA7E4yJuYU/s1600/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyrS-Y8NmLY/Tmrf2mk6QzI/AAAAAAAAALA/EnA7E4yJuYU/s200/IMG_1959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650574811650999090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we went for a spin around the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;Was the first time I drove with my friends in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Had fun throughout the whole journey!:))&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo gonna get my license soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back home, took more pics.&lt;br /&gt;WITH my dad in it! hahaha He's so cute plese.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at his smile!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BkQS_ddqwHk/Tmrhth_yaHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Dg9xp_Od0qg/s1600/a6QN8n5RyLi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BkQS_ddqwHk/Tmrhth_yaHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Dg9xp_Od0qg/s200/a6QN8n5RyLi.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650576854825986162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, had to fetch my mum, so&lt;br /&gt;we sent the boys to city square cause they wanted to shop&lt;br /&gt;and we bid goodbyes!&lt;br /&gt;(Something I didn't wanna do.)&lt;br /&gt;After fetching mum, went to a mama chops papa grill&lt;br /&gt;for dinner. Treated the family.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah rezeki.&lt;br /&gt;Got myself lambchops! yum yum my fav!&lt;br /&gt;Didnt take a pic of it though. &lt;br /&gt;Was too hungry that I ate it first before the&lt;br /&gt;thought of taking a picture came! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, overall, it was a splendid day!:)&lt;br /&gt;Was really elated and happy.&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without my friends and family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my hosting was good enough though. &lt;br /&gt;And hope they all enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm still sad that some couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay guys, next year okay!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyv6hUh_svM/TmrhRLoBVEI/AAAAAAAAALI/ejUHPFkPgoE/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyv6hUh_svM/TmrhRLoBVEI/AAAAAAAAALI/ejUHPFkPgoE/s200/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650576367784383554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam, Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2862126526785539019?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2862126526785539019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/semamat-hayi-yaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2862126526785539019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2862126526785539019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/semamat-hayi-yaya.html' title='Semamat Hayi Yaya!:)'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/-MCAr1cP8J24/TmrWiOxUIyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JfLUrcdJJbk/s72-c/IMG_1805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-3282558445551552884</id><published>2011-09-04T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:40:46.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's a messy game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jolLxLuIJWU/TmJmihtX2uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ApfeDzoEyVg/s1600/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jolLxLuIJWU/TmJmihtX2uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ApfeDzoEyVg/s200/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648189626026285794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wh_r09KTNE/TmJmGXDOp4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Kgdw6KOCtv8/s1600/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wh_r09KTNE/TmJmGXDOp4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Kgdw6KOCtv8/s200/IMG_1550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648189142128830338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctzfOHvyKME/TmJloA-MNfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0eFdmnc3YPY/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctzfOHvyKME/TmJloA-MNfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0eFdmnc3YPY/s200/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648188620806043122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this blog post&lt;br /&gt;with tears rolling down my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But, I won't say it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why I am feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;About you. About us. About me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doubting everything that we have ever &lt;br /&gt;promised each other.&lt;br /&gt;I've never really felt this low in a &lt;br /&gt;really long time. And now that I am,&lt;br /&gt;I hate every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid. &lt;br /&gt;Feelings are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself not to care about this anymore&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what happens when the &lt;br /&gt;feeling's too strong to be ignored huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;anymore. I don't even know who I am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's as though we don't exist in each other's world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're doing or what's going on &lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too emotional for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm caught up in my own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I see your face, I see our videos.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is telling me "that's the guy I fell in&lt;br /&gt;love with"&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is going "What happened to us?"&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to hide my feelings deep inside but&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only medium that I can translate my&lt;br /&gt;emotions to words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to forget this phase but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, "sorry" means nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" doesn't solve everything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing faith. &lt;br /&gt;Save me quick because I'll drown soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3282558445551552884?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3282558445551552884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/loves-messy-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3282558445551552884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3282558445551552884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/09/loves-messy-game.html' title='Love&apos;s a messy game.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/-jolLxLuIJWU/TmJmihtX2uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ApfeDzoEyVg/s72-c/IMG_1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-5874231323350584316</id><published>2011-08-30T07:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T07:35:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak 2011.</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya to all muslims.&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the day that we've(muslims)&lt;br /&gt;been working hard for.&lt;br /&gt;The day that we've awaited after a whole &lt;br /&gt;month of fasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya is not just about celebrating&lt;br /&gt;and having fun. It's about knowing that you&lt;br /&gt;did your best in showing Allah what you're &lt;br /&gt;worth and it's about the effort you put in&lt;br /&gt;in fasting. And this effort should all be put in&lt;br /&gt;during the fasting period/month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no point in celebrating Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;if you don't even find the beauty of Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, Eid Mubarak to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my sins and wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;If I have ever hurt you, I sincerely, from the &lt;br /&gt;bottom of my heart, apologise. &lt;br /&gt;On this day, I seek your forgiveness and I &lt;br /&gt;hope you have a wonderful day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam, Nadz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 3 years, I miss you :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5874231323350584316?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5874231323350584316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-mubarak-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5874231323350584316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5874231323350584316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-mubarak-2011.html' title='Eid Mubarak 2011.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6355900736018173072</id><published>2011-08-28T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:39:48.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>As Hari Raya is nearing, &lt;br /&gt;the thought and memories of you keep&lt;br /&gt;on appearing in my mind. It's been&lt;br /&gt;years since you left and I'm still &lt;br /&gt;thinking about you. You were&lt;br /&gt;a strong man. Someone who never &lt;br /&gt;fails to spreads his happiness around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered how you love to keep cats.&lt;br /&gt;You loved them like your own children.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the way you talk walk and&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I should stop thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;I got to learn how to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Haron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6355900736018173072?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6355900736018173072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6355900736018173072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6355900736018173072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4762031906952014367</id><published>2011-08-19T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:27:14.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationals.</title><content type='html'>So, what have I been up to till this&lt;br /&gt;point of time in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Combined Schools tournament is over&lt;br /&gt;and done with. Congrats to us all for&lt;br /&gt;getting 2nd placing. Quite and achievement &lt;br /&gt;with the exception of CS team's participation&lt;br /&gt;for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently, urm Nabs, Nazar and I &lt;br /&gt;got chosen for Nationals. However, after &lt;br /&gt;much contemplating, I decided that it's &lt;br /&gt;not gonna be a good idea for me. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well, my examintions are coming a a few weeks &lt;br /&gt;time and I can't afford to lose my focus.&lt;br /&gt;I've been given too many chances, however &lt;br /&gt;I've not been proving to anyone that I deserved &lt;br /&gt;those chances.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get a grip of myself.&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS. The key to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's just say we're more in love with &lt;br /&gt;each other yeah? Love doesn't stop just there.&lt;br /&gt;It grows even at levels we didn't think existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a major factor to me being so &lt;br /&gt;tired nowadays. I can't even keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm trying my best to keep up with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it'll all be worth it. Insya'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my clique in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best/close friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the camp instructors.&lt;br /&gt;I miss 4E1'09.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Fuchun.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Thevi.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Fzn.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Maxine.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Fareha.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Abang Has.&lt;br /&gt;I miss SCLs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's said, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4762031906952014367?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4762031906952014367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/nationals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4762031906952014367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4762031906952014367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/nationals.html' title='Nationals.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-8409017146794056511</id><published>2011-08-19T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:06:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Lie.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to believe what I see.&lt;br /&gt;Because the eyes lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I see what I don't wish to&lt;br /&gt;and I end up feeling very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I see sights that hurts me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's just my mind playing around with&lt;br /&gt;my inter-emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to lock away these unwanted feelings of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it'll cause a havoc if&lt;br /&gt;I depend on them too much.&lt;br /&gt;And because the eyes lie, I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;fall under it's traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As repeated again and again, I'm the kind of &lt;br /&gt;person who usually follows my feelings and &lt;br /&gt;emotions without thinking of the consequences it&lt;br /&gt;might bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the sight of it. I hate how it makes&lt;br /&gt;me feel insecure about stuff that I know is not&lt;br /&gt;true. But somehow, my mind keeps on making these&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous thoughts. I can't stop it even though&lt;br /&gt;I want to so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity. Yes. I still have it running inside &lt;br /&gt;of me. Trust is the key but sometimes insecurity&lt;br /&gt;kills everything. It's hard for me to let go &lt;br /&gt;of this feeling and I seriously do not&lt;br /&gt;know why myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I've been hurt. I've been lied to &lt;br /&gt;and I've been left. Maybe that's the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I'm having such thoughts. I have trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;In us. But somehow, something will just ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate this. I need to seriously learn the &lt;br /&gt;ways of changing myself to be a person who trusts&lt;br /&gt;more and make less assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-8409017146794056511?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/8409017146794056511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/eyes-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8409017146794056511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8409017146794056511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/eyes-lie.html' title='The Eyes Lie.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-274590203400429046</id><published>2011-08-16T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:43:10.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring My Heart Out.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to lie anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say that this does &lt;br /&gt;not hurt me at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna throw it all out once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we were so close back then&lt;br /&gt;but now we're so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing us both laugh to a joke together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we would hold hands and &lt;br /&gt;sing our hearts out to our favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile. Funny, I don't see it&lt;br /&gt;on you as often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how I used to tell you stuff, though&lt;br /&gt;minor, it means a lot to me that you would&lt;br /&gt;take the time to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one wish,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish for us to be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;Not this. Not strangers.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;The closest ever that we can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me? If it is, I am truly sorry if&lt;br /&gt;I had hurt you in any way. It's unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;However, tell me what I did wrong and I won't&lt;br /&gt;do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think about this so much.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I care.&lt;br /&gt;Because I want this to be exactly&lt;br /&gt;like the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;No wall between us. No awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hurting me real deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause without friends, I've really got &lt;br /&gt;no one else to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;So please, if I've hurt you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-274590203400429046?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/274590203400429046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/pouring-my-heart-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/274590203400429046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/274590203400429046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/pouring-my-heart-out.html' title='Pouring My Heart Out.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7636865574407873160</id><published>2011-08-09T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:07:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biasness.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt as though you're&lt;br /&gt;pushed aside? Your feelings and emotions&lt;br /&gt;don't count anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt as though you're not&lt;br /&gt;given the equality of attention?&lt;br /&gt;Or the respect that you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasness.&lt;br /&gt;Something that has been everyone's&lt;br /&gt;frenemy.&lt;br /&gt;You'll like it if it's given towards you.&lt;br /&gt;However, everyone hates it if it's given &lt;br /&gt;against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's given towards you, you feel as though&lt;br /&gt;you're wanted and supported.&lt;br /&gt;However, do realise that this might just &lt;br /&gt;disappear anytime sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;So, appreciate it as much as possible because&lt;br /&gt;you might never know.&lt;br /&gt;In just a blink of an eye, that attention,&lt;br /&gt;that respect, is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when you don't receive it at all,&lt;br /&gt;you'll probably feel as though you're useless.&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted. &lt;br /&gt;The words that haunts me. Haunts you.&lt;br /&gt;Haunts everyone.&lt;br /&gt;No one likes being left out.&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to not be given the attention.&lt;br /&gt;No one likes disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, when you face this, never tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;"I'm useless and unwanted"&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself, &lt;br /&gt;"I am useful and wanted, you just havent seen me shine yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never neglect a person because you're giving&lt;br /&gt;the other more attention than needed. You might&lt;br /&gt;just hurt a number of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts broken.&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;br /&gt;"I'm useful and wanted. You just haven't seen me shine yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7636865574407873160?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7636865574407873160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/biasness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7636865574407873160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7636865574407873160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/biasness.html' title='Biasness.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3286028057998132984</id><published>2011-08-09T20:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:45:47.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day? NOOOO! HAPPY BIRDDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/44413_1394456821341_1229815207_31012827_1197467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 481px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/44413_1394456821341_1229815207_31012827_1197467_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR NIECE!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best in everything &lt;br /&gt;that you do:)&lt;br /&gt;The most awesomest Niece I will ever&lt;br /&gt;have:) No one can replace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always there for me:)&lt;br /&gt;She makes me smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Though we weren't really that close last time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that we are now.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I wouldn't have known that&lt;br /&gt;I have such a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful niece like you!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever and always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the pic size is too big though. sorry.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3286028057998132984?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3286028057998132984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/national-day-noooo-happy-birdday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3286028057998132984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3286028057998132984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/national-day-noooo-happy-birdday.html' title='National Day? NOOOO! HAPPY BIRDDAY!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2180301515020906428</id><published>2011-08-04T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:16:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad choices.</title><content type='html'>I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do something without even&lt;br /&gt;having a thought about the concequences&lt;br /&gt;that it might bring. I just do it&lt;br /&gt;only to realise that I'm making&lt;br /&gt;things worse, for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have this tendency to&lt;br /&gt;follow my emotions. Every inch of me&lt;br /&gt;and what I do is always because&lt;br /&gt;of what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;This causes me to just make&lt;br /&gt;situations more worse than it can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start to learn how to think&lt;br /&gt;first before doing anything dumb and&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn that choices have&lt;br /&gt;consequences. And by the looks of it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really making bad choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2180301515020906428?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2180301515020906428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/bad-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2180301515020906428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2180301515020906428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/08/bad-choices.html' title='Bad choices.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1467808648411058404</id><published>2011-07-31T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:53:17.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, surprise!</title><content type='html'>Soooo, I already posted about 29th.&lt;br /&gt;However, I cant forget the celebration&lt;br /&gt;that I had in school as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened on the 27th(Thurs).&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was two days before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of a normal day in school.&lt;br /&gt;So I really didnt expect anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought..(again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of my long breaks in school,&lt;br /&gt;the VICO CLUB&lt;3 surprised me with &lt;br /&gt;a cake!:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my other friends from last year's class &lt;br /&gt;and a few others came down too!:))&lt;br /&gt;They sacrificed their lesson time, I thank you&lt;br /&gt;guys so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, CREDIT goes out to VICO CLUB&lt;br /&gt;MEMBERS for planning an awesome &lt;br /&gt;Surprise:) really guys, thank you:') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, after that received presents!:))&lt;br /&gt;Was elated with what I got! Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration, I was gonna go to class &lt;br /&gt;But I got another surprise because I found&lt;br /&gt;a watch and a keychain in my bag. With&lt;br /&gt;it, there was a note that wrote, 'happy &lt;br /&gt;Birthday'. Mysterious huh?&lt;br /&gt;Mystery person, I thank you greatly;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwww, I had a pleasant surprise&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just honored to have friends &lt;br /&gt;like Vico Club and the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much guys!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1467808648411058404?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1467808648411058404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/surprise-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1467808648411058404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1467808648411058404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise, surprise!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-800169339182646492</id><published>2011-07-31T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:37:01.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th July 2011</title><content type='html'>The 29th was a day of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Someone made it something that&lt;br /&gt;just totally moved me.&lt;br /&gt;That someone is no other than &lt;br /&gt;my Mr. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Farhan Afiq Bin Jaafar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out perfectly normal. &lt;br /&gt;Went to school for parents meeting with&lt;br /&gt;Dad. No bad complaints, just &lt;br /&gt;Encouragement. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off I went to meet MAP.&lt;br /&gt;He genuinely treated me to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thank you to your mum:)&lt;br /&gt;After that, waited till he finished his prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Of course prayers come first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took a long bus ride &lt;br /&gt;where he sacrificed an hour of his&lt;br /&gt;shoulder just so that I could rest and&lt;br /&gt;regain back my energy. Sweet huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of me being clueless of&lt;br /&gt;where we were going because he kept&lt;br /&gt;the final destination a secret, the bus&lt;br /&gt;reached Harbourfront. Still clueless of&lt;br /&gt;where MAP was bringing me, I just &lt;br /&gt;followed hoping to know soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after much walking around &lt;br /&gt;at Vivo, Fudge finally told me that we&lt;br /&gt;were going to have a lovely picnic,&lt;br /&gt;just the two of us at Sentosa:)&lt;br /&gt;However, before the picnic, he surprised &lt;br /&gt;me by bringing me to the Luge and Skyline&lt;br /&gt;Ride:) it was AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;I had the time of my life, especially with &lt;br /&gt;him around&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to Pahlawan beach &lt;br /&gt;where we found the perfect spot:)&lt;br /&gt;The view of the beach was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;It was windy and we had a shelter&lt;br /&gt;above us. Perfect:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since I had to rush home, we went off. &lt;br /&gt;So.. I had to rush and Farhan told me&lt;br /&gt;that there was a shortcut straight to the&lt;br /&gt;MRT stn. So I followed. Otw, he told me &lt;br /&gt;he wanted me to meet his bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm that part was a lil bit suspicious&lt;br /&gt;because well it just came out of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;However I didnt expect anything more &lt;br /&gt;because my day with him was alr as perfect&lt;br /&gt;As it can be. So, after much waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted with a birthday song and&lt;br /&gt;cake from all my wonderful friends!&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I really touched.&lt;br /&gt;They sacrificed all their time and effort&lt;br /&gt;just to celebrate with me:)&lt;br /&gt;That was all I needed to make end that&lt;br /&gt;day splendidly! So I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since I was late.. Shreedhya called &lt;br /&gt;And talked to mum. And surprisingly, she&lt;br /&gt;Was not mad at all!:)) see how perfect that&lt;br /&gt;Day was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. We all went to woodlands as they all &lt;br /&gt;Said they wanted to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Oh in the train, I was so so grateful that&lt;br /&gt;I had the most sweetes CHBFF ever when&lt;br /&gt;I saw Fzn's video:)) thank you!:) love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Woodlands, Sebastian was greeted by all &lt;br /&gt;of us and since I was wayyy late, I decided that&lt;br /&gt;I should go off first. So, my friends sweetly &lt;br /&gt;insisted they send me to the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;There, when I thought my day was already&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, they surprised me yet again with bags&lt;br /&gt;Full of presents! Boy was I elated:)) &lt;br /&gt;I tear nearly prickled down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;but I stopped myself because I just wanted&lt;br /&gt;to feel that tear of joy myself deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;I was just feeling so blessed:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid farewell and Thanked all of them for&lt;br /&gt;Just making my day so special.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and Farhan, as sweet as&lt;br /&gt;he is, sent me to the customs.&lt;br /&gt;Otw there, I opened up all his presents.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that I just thanked him&lt;br /&gt;A million time ans just cried.&lt;br /&gt;Just cried with all the feelings of enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;and I just cried. I was really just speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and mum and dad didnt&lt;br /&gt;say a word about me gg home late and all.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I slept peacefully, knowing that I&lt;br /&gt;Have friends who truly appreciate our&lt;br /&gt;friendship and all. I'm still really just &lt;br /&gt;grateful of everything that I have now:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a day that I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from my phone. I cant&lt;br /&gt;Post any pictures of that day but I will&lt;br /&gt;Once i get my laptop back.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-800169339182646492?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/800169339182646492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/29th-july-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/800169339182646492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/800169339182646492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/29th-july-2011.html' title='29th July 2011'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7419683419933748298</id><published>2011-07-24T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:40:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>Hey people! It's been a while since &lt;br /&gt;I actually posted anything on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for that. Been really busy with&lt;br /&gt;everything that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? How are you guys? &lt;br /&gt;What has my life come to so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got back my examination results&lt;br /&gt;and well, I didnt do as expected but&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting there. Alhamdulillah,&lt;br /&gt;my results aren't bad:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so updates.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the combined school's team for&lt;br /&gt;soccer (not boasting just sharing). &lt;br /&gt;It's really a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm always dragging myselfto &lt;br /&gt;trainigs:( guess I'm just very exhausted &lt;br /&gt;by all of the activities I have planned for&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;br /&gt;I watched the match &lt;br /&gt;(SINGAPORE VS MALAYSIA)&lt;br /&gt;at Jalan besar stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome experience, especially with&lt;br /&gt;Nabs and Eunice around!:)&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Singapore for the win!&lt;br /&gt;5-3 baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got school tmr and I think I'm getting&lt;br /&gt;down with fever soon:/ &lt;br /&gt;Alright time to pack up for tmr!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7419683419933748298?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7419683419933748298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7419683419933748298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7419683419933748298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4966304292236893220</id><published>2011-07-03T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:52:37.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me and Leave me.</title><content type='html'>Yeah and you promised.&lt;br /&gt;Break your promise, leave me&lt;br /&gt;hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? Forgive and forget?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dude. I can forgive&lt;br /&gt;but I never will forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are not something you&lt;br /&gt;can say hello and goodbye to.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was at my lowest state and&lt;br /&gt;felt like giving up, I never do&lt;br /&gt;want to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you? You did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart, my soul and &lt;br /&gt;all the hope I had left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe promises are meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;afterall.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe dreams dont really come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4966304292236893220?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4966304292236893220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-me-and-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4966304292236893220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4966304292236893220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-me-and-leave-me.html' title='Love me and Leave me.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1478614481029286895</id><published>2011-06-19T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:43:34.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Celebration.</title><content type='html'>Today, many families celebrated&lt;br /&gt;Father's day. But not all families&lt;br /&gt;did.&lt;br /&gt;While some experienced a joyful &lt;br /&gt;celebration, others are just fated to &lt;br /&gt;not be celebrating a joyous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my nieces and nephews can't get &lt;br /&gt;the chance to celebrate a final Father's&lt;br /&gt;day with their father.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one of my cousin's passed away in &lt;br /&gt;loving memory of his children and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate. Isn't it funny how things work with&lt;br /&gt;fate? Even when you're at the peak of &lt;br /&gt;your life, it can all just go away in &lt;br /&gt;a blink of an eye. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is what we fear most. But we get&lt;br /&gt;killed too if one of our loved ones faces it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left are memories.&lt;br /&gt;We can't turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;No one can, despite wishing that we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just took an hour from "everything's okay"&lt;br /&gt;to "everything's gone".&lt;br /&gt;We cannot predict, we cannot stop it.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is face it and when we do,&lt;br /&gt;move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, every time a family member passes away,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell myself that I'll get used to it &lt;br /&gt;somehow because it's part of life.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, no one can "get used" to death&lt;br /&gt;because when it happens, part of you is gone.&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts even though that someone may&lt;br /&gt;not be your closest cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless your soul &lt;br /&gt;Abang Asri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innanillahi wa&lt;br /&gt;innanillahi ra'jiun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1478614481029286895?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1478614481029286895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1478614481029286895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1478614481029286895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-celebration.html' title='Final Celebration.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7218040436827118370</id><published>2011-06-16T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:59:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfect.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you come to a point when&lt;br /&gt;you feel your life is perfect but&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the middle, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;Complicated isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like there's this part in your life&lt;br /&gt;when you know things are going well and &lt;br /&gt;as expected but something else shows up &lt;br /&gt;and then you start to wonder -&lt;br /&gt;Is this really perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, my life is going well&lt;br /&gt;as it should be. But not perfect yet.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's perfect. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gtg.&lt;br /&gt;Too sleepy to type.&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7218040436827118370?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7218040436827118370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/06/imperfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7218040436827118370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7218040436827118370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/06/imperfect.html' title='Imperfect.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7636945119468239296</id><published>2011-05-31T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:24:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it doesn't grow anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bD01xKJ6us/TeT5vhhBUxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YTJOpfDksXM/s1600/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bD01xKJ6us/TeT5vhhBUxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YTJOpfDksXM/s400/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612885630456517394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still bearing the pain on my gums:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a tooth on the left side&lt;br /&gt;of my mouth will never grow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago, I had a bad toothache.&lt;br /&gt;One of the rare ones I get.&lt;br /&gt;The second time I'm having this tootache,&lt;br /&gt;to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;I chipped my tooth a year ago and because of&lt;br /&gt;that I got an infection cause I did not go&lt;br /&gt;to the dentist at all to check on it.&lt;br /&gt;So what happen was that the dentist told me&lt;br /&gt;I had two choices.&lt;br /&gt;To pay RM600 for a treatment. (I won't be able to&lt;br /&gt;feel any of my nerves near the gum area)&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Simply pull out my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wouldn't wanna waste RM600 ringgit&lt;br /&gt;on one tooth so, I went with the second choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, they took out this long needle.&lt;br /&gt;Then they said it wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, they lied.&lt;br /&gt;My gums and tongue felt numb a few minutes after they&lt;br /&gt;needled me. I thought I was gonna faint.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether it was because of the &lt;br /&gt;injection or malaysia's news programme playing &lt;br /&gt;on the television. (joke)&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyywayyyy, then they needled my gums&lt;br /&gt;the second time. Less painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the doc said it woldn't hurt when&lt;br /&gt;she's pulling my tooth out. I'll only feel&lt;br /&gt;the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, she didn't lie to me this time.&lt;br /&gt;Although, somehow I can hear my gums tearing from&lt;br /&gt;the tooth. YEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;After my tooth was pulled out, I saw it on the &lt;br /&gt;tray. BLOODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, half of my mouth feels numb. And my ears&lt;br /&gt;too. Ugh. It's like I can pinch it &lt;br /&gt;as hard as I want but it still won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cool but weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyyy, here's a reminder from a regretful&lt;br /&gt;person who just lost her awesome tooth.&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to brush your teeth at least &lt;br /&gt;twice a day. Morning and night:)&lt;br /&gt;Then, you don't have to experience&lt;br /&gt;painful teeth-pulling! &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7636945119468239296?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7636945119468239296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-it-doesnt-grow-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7636945119468239296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7636945119468239296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-it-doesnt-grow-anymore.html' title='When it doesn&apos;t grow anymore.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/--bD01xKJ6us/TeT5vhhBUxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YTJOpfDksXM/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-4563257501408801011</id><published>2011-05-30T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:07:06.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well.</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine again as I prayed&lt;br /&gt;it would be.&lt;br /&gt;All we needed to do was break the &lt;br /&gt;silence and things will go &lt;br /&gt;with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I regretted saying &lt;br /&gt;all those things to you. I did not&lt;br /&gt;mean it a single bit. It was all just &lt;br /&gt;done at the spur of the moment when&lt;br /&gt;my blood was boiling.&lt;br /&gt;I really did not mean what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I'll take back those words cause&lt;br /&gt;I know it has hurt you deep inside and &lt;br /&gt;somehow it's affecting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get back on track. We know&lt;br /&gt;we can do it. &lt;br /&gt;We'll start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;I know we can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4563257501408801011?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4563257501408801011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-is-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4563257501408801011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4563257501408801011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-is-well.html' title='All is well.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3358469733477187606</id><published>2011-05-29T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:13:45.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart and Mind.</title><content type='html'>My mind keeps telling me I've &lt;br /&gt;had enough but my heart tells &lt;br /&gt;me to not give up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I should do now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless and in need of answers.&lt;br /&gt;But your silence is not helping much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Stay silent too?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I can't do this now.&lt;br /&gt;Just not now.&lt;br /&gt;Not when I've got too many other things to &lt;br /&gt;worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least tell me what you think. &lt;br /&gt;Don't stay silent like this.&lt;br /&gt;It's hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's in a terrible state right now.&lt;br /&gt;I need help, quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3358469733477187606?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3358469733477187606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/heart-and-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3358469733477187606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3358469733477187606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/heart-and-mind.html' title='Heart and Mind.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3023269851778183823</id><published>2011-05-16T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:14:12.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of reflection.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Looking back at the old me,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mean. A whole lot of mean.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that right now, I am not the &lt;br /&gt;old me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more prone to lashing out my feelings &lt;br /&gt;to a person, I'm more vulgar, I'm more &lt;br /&gt;unappreciative, I'm more selfish,&lt;br /&gt;I'm more unfriendly and I'm just more &lt;br /&gt;mean.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've summarised all the &lt;br /&gt;qualities of the worst person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have changed into becoming a&lt;br /&gt;person who I despise? Yes, I would just hate myself&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;Change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda sick to hear me say this&lt;br /&gt;sentence of "change" over and over again but&lt;br /&gt;I need to constantly remind myself to&lt;br /&gt;get back on the right track so that I wont&lt;br /&gt;be another train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weaker now. I need support.&lt;br /&gt;I could break down any minute just thinking&lt;br /&gt;about all of these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah be with me throughout, &lt;br /&gt;Insya'allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3023269851778183823?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3023269851778183823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-of-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3023269851778183823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3023269851778183823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-of-reflection.html' title='A night of reflection.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6988972912630051109</id><published>2011-05-15T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:19:30.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawadikap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0mv7jqzFtI/Tc_7GsEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RB2eowuUFAM/s1600/IMG_1153%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0mv7jqzFtI/Tc_7GsEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RB2eowuUFAM/s400/IMG_1153%255B1%255D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606976153425301666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday.&lt;br /&gt;10 mins ago it was Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what am I doing at this&lt;br /&gt;late hour when I know I got school &lt;br /&gt;tmr/today?&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, call me lazy bum I'm just not going.&lt;br /&gt;School's such a chore nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly cause I know exams are coming and blabla.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that drives me to go to school &lt;br /&gt;nowadays are cause of soccer and Farhan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyyywayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Had Nabibi's birthday celebration in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesomezxzx! &lt;br /&gt;Played soccer and all!&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Little India straight after to find&lt;br /&gt;presents for a friend. &lt;br /&gt;Blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school friends, specifically.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Aisha, my primary school bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel as though I'm a bad friend cause&lt;br /&gt;I always either cancel meetings or will&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately be busy on that day:(&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I wish I had more time to spare for&lt;br /&gt;my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, feel like posting another one soon.&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonarararara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6988972912630051109?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6988972912630051109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/sawadikap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6988972912630051109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6988972912630051109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/sawadikap.html' title='Sawadikap.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/-L0mv7jqzFtI/Tc_7GsEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RB2eowuUFAM/s72-c/IMG_1153%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-9197195163763955453</id><published>2011-05-15T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:06:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I Care.</title><content type='html'>Woah. I didn't know that there are &lt;br /&gt;some people who are so hypocritical in this&lt;br /&gt;world. Do you even know that it's so transparent?&lt;br /&gt;I can see it with my two bare eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even need effort to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I do to people like &lt;br /&gt;you? I really just don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. Why would I wanna give &lt;br /&gt;a heck about people who don't even have &lt;br /&gt;a significance in my life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep things professional but&lt;br /&gt;wow, I just can't take it in any longer.&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Cause I don't give a bloody damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kind of person just makes my life&lt;br /&gt;worse. I don't need shit like this. I have&lt;br /&gt;other people in the world to care about other&lt;br /&gt;than you shitty ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if this comes out a lil rough&lt;br /&gt;but this is the only place that I can let loose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being bitchy, I'm just expressing all this&lt;br /&gt;anger outta me about you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause really, I just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye you.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-9197195163763955453?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/9197195163763955453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-i-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/9197195163763955453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/9197195163763955453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-i-care.html' title='Like I Care.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2413697341407345544</id><published>2011-05-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:36:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA.</title><content type='html'>Yes. Clearly I have been&lt;br /&gt;MIA for quiet a while in the cyber world.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, how's life for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is well.. not so fine, honestly &lt;br /&gt;speaking. Sometimes I just wish I can rewind &lt;br /&gt;back time and go to what I had previously &lt;br /&gt;and make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;But like they all say, life has no rewind &lt;br /&gt;button. You just gotta go forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my good secondary school days when&lt;br /&gt;I was so carefree and everything came like how&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it to despite some challenges.&lt;br /&gt;As compared to now, Secondary School, was THE &lt;br /&gt;LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back on track with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;I need to set my priorities straight but&lt;br /&gt;nowadays I can't seem to do so cause of all the &lt;br /&gt;distractions and all. It's just way too much&lt;br /&gt;for me to handle. How I wish I can have a day &lt;br /&gt;where I can spend time alone without worrying &lt;br /&gt;about studies or anything other than&lt;br /&gt;laying back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that's a no-no since exams are coming &lt;br /&gt;soon. End of June, to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a tough fight, mentally and &lt;br /&gt;physically for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very tired nowadays and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to focus. I really need some time &lt;br /&gt;off of LIFE. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might need to shoot myself soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2413697341407345544?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2413697341407345544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2413697341407345544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2413697341407345544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/mia.html' title='MIA.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1660432264315996253</id><published>2011-05-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:36:23.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthless.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that whatever you&lt;br /&gt;did previously was just a worthless act?&lt;br /&gt;You did something out of care and concern but&lt;br /&gt;what you get back is a whole different&lt;br /&gt;expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;People may say something but in fact&lt;br /&gt;they mean a whole lot of something else.&lt;br /&gt;You can't always trust a person's words.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the ones you are close to.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someday, they are bound to hurt&lt;br /&gt;you even in the smallest of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt not to depend too much on people&lt;br /&gt;because I know I'll get disappointed easily.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not right for a person&lt;br /&gt;to say something but do something else.&lt;br /&gt;It just isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll say no more about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1660432264315996253?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1660432264315996253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/worthless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1660432264315996253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1660432264315996253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/worthless.html' title='Worthless.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-329397951032914141</id><published>2011-05-11T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:36:24.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony.</title><content type='html'>If only I had a remote that could control&lt;br /&gt;my life. The most favourable button&lt;br /&gt;would be the rewind button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. &lt;br /&gt;I'm weak. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused at what's happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;Weak, just too weak to go through this&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;Tired, tired to even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault now? &lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm being rash but this is &lt;br /&gt;uncontrolable. I really don't know what &lt;br /&gt;to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-329397951032914141?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/329397951032914141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/329397951032914141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/329397951032914141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/05/irony.html' title='Irony.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-12726824885600531</id><published>2011-04-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:29:49.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Exchange</title><content type='html'>Today, the AWESOMEZXZ and I&lt;br /&gt;experienced being guests at an &lt;br /&gt;Indian wedding. To specify, it was&lt;br /&gt;Durga's sister's wedding:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple was at Dhoby Ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;Got up early, cabbed down to Shreedhya's&lt;br /&gt;and got ready. Her mum sent us. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, we had loads of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely interesting having to &lt;br /&gt;experience a once in a lifetime oppurtunity&lt;br /&gt;like this, especially when you're not Indian.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures? Prolly uploading it &lt;br /&gt;on Facebook, sooner or later;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow:/&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Shreedhya's place and guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;We're both sick!&lt;br /&gt;Hope this doesn't affect us tmr:/&lt;br /&gt;It's a looooooong dayyy tmr:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Fzn now. Ahhh, miss her soo much:(&lt;br /&gt;and all my other friends too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna turn into bed earlier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's kinda slacky for us cause&lt;br /&gt;me and Shreedhya did all our work already! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-12726824885600531?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/12726824885600531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/04/culture-exchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/12726824885600531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/12726824885600531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/04/culture-exchange.html' title='Culture Exchange'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5256962047354354110</id><published>2011-04-05T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:11:12.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persevere on.</title><content type='html'>Last wednesday, we had our match&lt;br /&gt;against TJC and we WON!&lt;br /&gt;But, the team did not really do &lt;br /&gt;as expected and we were all disappointed &lt;br /&gt;with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The score? 2-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Wednesday, we have a match&lt;br /&gt;against JJC:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous and excited!&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what to expect though.&lt;br /&gt;Today the guys went against TJC but &lt;br /&gt;sadly, they lost. &lt;br /&gt;We were all sad and surprised at the score&lt;br /&gt;but we must always remember, every failure&lt;br /&gt;is a step closer to success.&lt;br /&gt;So come on boys, you can do it! &lt;br /&gt;Cheer up and be prepared to win the next match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my life?&lt;br /&gt;It's fine:)&lt;br /&gt;Everything's normal and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Shreedhya's place.&lt;br /&gt;Had training just now and darn I was so disappointed&lt;br /&gt;with my performance.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta improve for the upcoming matches so &lt;br /&gt;I won't disappoint my team.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's a whole lot of pressure being the &lt;br /&gt;keeper. It's like most of the responsibility is on you.&lt;br /&gt;but I can do it! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy, enough of this personal motivation thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gonna sleep now. Tmr's quite a long day.&lt;br /&gt;School ends at 4 plusss and we have PE!&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy tata. &lt;br /&gt;Gdnight.&lt;br /&gt;Salam, Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5256962047354354110?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5256962047354354110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/04/persevere-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5256962047354354110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5256962047354354110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/04/persevere-on.html' title='Persevere on.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-8452723783861060978</id><published>2011-03-27T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:02:19.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A" divisions BABY!</title><content type='html'>Hey there awesome people!&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the library sitting&lt;br /&gt;in front of two women who seem to be &lt;br /&gt;stressing out playing skyburger&lt;br /&gt;on their iPhone 4s. haha!&lt;br /&gt;They are currently having a study break&lt;br /&gt;and thinks that playing games on the iPhone&lt;br /&gt;would help get the stress off their heads.&lt;br /&gt;But the looks of it, I think they're more&lt;br /&gt;stressed than ever. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;yes A divs are coming! yay!&lt;br /&gt;They guy's first match starts tmr and the girl's &lt;br /&gt;on Wednesday! I can't waiittt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been normal lately.&lt;br /&gt;Ups AND downs.But hey we all experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Cross-country just passed&lt;br /&gt;and I got fourth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied with what I got but &lt;br /&gt;I'm still disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well, half-way during the race, my head &lt;br /&gt;was saying "Give up, give up, give up".&lt;br /&gt;And I was on the verge of stopping but&lt;br /&gt;idk. I'm just disappointed that I could still&lt;br /&gt;be thinking of giving up after listening to&lt;br /&gt;tonnes of people lecturing me on why I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it's frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's get that off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Right now my stomach's growling like no one's&lt;br /&gt;business. I think even the women in front&lt;br /&gt;of me can hear it growl. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for McDonalds today and idk&lt;br /&gt;why:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy, take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Salam, nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-8452723783861060978?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/8452723783861060978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/divisions-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8452723783861060978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8452723783861060978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/divisions-baby.html' title='&quot;A&quot; divisions BABY!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3216952831093951604</id><published>2011-03-27T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:48:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>Once, someone asked me, &lt;br /&gt;"Why do you sing?"&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Cause it's &lt;br /&gt;what I love to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is one way where everyone and&lt;br /&gt;anyone can express themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have the voice of a diva&lt;br /&gt;or a wonderful singing voice at all but&lt;br /&gt;singing just lets me relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stressed out or think that &lt;br /&gt;everything's going down, I sing.&lt;br /&gt;I lock myself up in my room, grab my guitar&lt;br /&gt;and sing. Just simply, sing. &lt;br /&gt;What do I sing about?&lt;br /&gt;Anything really. Any song that I feel &lt;br /&gt;can relate to my feelings and the situation that &lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me that I wanted to be passionate about&lt;br /&gt;playing the guitar and sing when I was very young&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't really thought I was capable enough &lt;br /&gt;of doing so. Everyone was better at me and I knew &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be known as the girl who can sing and &lt;br /&gt;play the guitar. I still am not but hey, if&lt;br /&gt;I have the passion to do both things, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One strong influence that got me stuck&lt;br /&gt;to music and the meaning of it was and still&lt;br /&gt;is, is my Dad. Yep, the old man may be cracking fatherly&lt;br /&gt;jokes and is always clumsy but my dad knows his music.&lt;br /&gt;When he was younger and not yet retired(haha), &lt;br /&gt;he was a journalist and part-time lyricist.&lt;br /&gt;He brought me to concerts and events where I could see&lt;br /&gt;all those successful artist and all.&lt;br /&gt;And no, not Michael Jackson or Mariah Carey but&lt;br /&gt;singers who have made it far in the music industry &lt;br /&gt;locally. Specifically, the malay music industry.&lt;br /&gt;I know it might not be a "wow" thing for you,&lt;br /&gt;but it was for me. It's fascinating, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyywayyyyyy, enough about the boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that everyone of&lt;br /&gt;us needs a way to let loose of our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Be it by dancing, screaming with the pillow&lt;br /&gt;covering your face, throwing handphones to the&lt;br /&gt;walls of your house (hahaha) or sleeping:)&lt;br /&gt;The way I do it is by singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sorta a random post but it was &lt;br /&gt;what I thought about while sitting in the library&lt;br /&gt;alone. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day ahead!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3216952831093951604?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3216952831093951604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3216952831093951604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3216952831093951604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1757308254228847759</id><published>2011-03-27T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:27:08.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation.</title><content type='html'>When disagreements happen,&lt;br /&gt;there are bound to be separations.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to do that to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to imagine myself &lt;br /&gt;separated from you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything that I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;to you that probably hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to do it at the point of time.&lt;br /&gt;I agree, I was selfish having to only think&lt;br /&gt;about myself. And I'm deeply sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I know we've settled things out but I &lt;br /&gt;just want you to know that I'll try to change.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1757308254228847759?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1757308254228847759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/separation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1757308254228847759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1757308254228847759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/separation.html' title='Separation.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-9196062580485628584</id><published>2011-03-16T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:54:46.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5-0</title><content type='html'>Yes, that was the score to today's&lt;br /&gt;match against VJC.&lt;br /&gt;You might call it a trash from&lt;br /&gt;them but I call it pure experience &lt;br /&gt;for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was devastating having to &lt;br /&gt;accept that another team had won against&lt;br /&gt;you.What made it more worse was that&lt;br /&gt;they scored a total of five freaking&lt;br /&gt;goals and what we contributed to our&lt;br /&gt;team was.. well... nothing. Nada. Zilch. &lt;br /&gt;ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you all can tell, I'm pretty &lt;br /&gt;affected by this.&lt;br /&gt;I did loads of mistakes that I could have &lt;br /&gt;prevented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team mates did their best and I&lt;br /&gt;am super duper proud of them:)&lt;br /&gt;Generally most of them improved.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never give up I know of that&lt;br /&gt;and I know we'll keep on striving &lt;br /&gt;for excellence:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyyy,&lt;br /&gt;I played keeper today and on the&lt;br /&gt;last third of the game, he put me as &lt;br /&gt;outfield. OMG! Right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;When I was in for keeper, I let &lt;br /&gt;in not one, not two BUT THREE&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING GOALS!&lt;br /&gt;WTFish:(&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while I was playing forward,&lt;br /&gt;a VJC student, I promise&lt;br /&gt;I heard this coming from her mouth,&lt;br /&gt;said "F%*^ you" to me. &lt;br /&gt;How did I react?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;hah. Was too tired to even&lt;br /&gt;bother at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, currently&lt;br /&gt;in Shreedhya's place talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you we're retarded as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I just slipped on the comforter &lt;br /&gt;a few seconds ago!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayyyy, gtg bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-9196062580485628584?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/9196062580485628584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/9196062580485628584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/9196062580485628584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-0.html' title='5-0'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3611773592916419133</id><published>2011-03-15T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:09:57.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's life?</title><content type='html'>As you all can see,&lt;br /&gt;I've not been updating recently.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I've been saying that I've&lt;br /&gt;got lots to do and stuff resulting to why&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog everyday like before anymore&lt;br /&gt;but I really can't find the time.&lt;br /&gt;So, I can only blog on days when I feel &lt;br /&gt;like I really need to express what &lt;br /&gt;I've kept deep within or on the days&lt;br /&gt;when I am free of stuff to do and&lt;br /&gt;not tired out by all my activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;What has life lead me to now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;School for the past few weeks have been&lt;br /&gt;fun and tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;Taking into account that now I have to &lt;br /&gt;juggle between excelling in my studies &lt;br /&gt;compared to last year and CCA where A divs are &lt;br /&gt;very very near. Basically just be&lt;br /&gt;a great friend, family member and student.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have CCA programme&lt;br /&gt;and a friendly against VJC tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah, may everything turn out fine:)&lt;br /&gt;Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, sometimes I feel so tired that &lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to stay awake in classes or &lt;br /&gt;focusing on the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to manage my time.&lt;br /&gt;My eyebags(I nearly typed airbags LOL) are forming&lt;br /&gt;up again and I look ugly, as I always am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on training days I'll sleepover&lt;br /&gt;at Shreedhya's place cause by the time I'll &lt;br /&gt;reach home it'll be too late to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;SEE! How am I suppose to manage my time if I don't&lt;br /&gt;even have time to figure out what I have to manage!&lt;br /&gt;Get it?! Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;A level results were given out last week or so.&lt;br /&gt;And MI acieved great results!:)&lt;br /&gt;Happy for the seniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching GLEE season 1 again&lt;br /&gt;cause well TV programmes are a bore nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;the internet connection sucks as usual(I have to&lt;br /&gt;actually wait for FIVE freaking minutes&lt;br /&gt;to load this page. JUST THIS PAGE ALONE!ha ha) &lt;br /&gt;and well, I need to de-stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, wish me and pray for MIFL's&lt;br /&gt;match against VJC tmr:)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the outcome may be,&lt;br /&gt;I am positively sure that&lt;br /&gt;the MIFL will come out better and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have a list of people who I'm missing now.&lt;br /&gt;Let's list them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Farzanah!&lt;br /&gt;2) The awesome eight! &lt;br /&gt;3) Maxine. (Saw her the other time but was&lt;br /&gt;too sick to say hi. Sorry dimplesgirl)&lt;br /&gt;4) My niece:(&lt;br /&gt;5) everyone else(lazy to list all of em down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course you, the top on my list.&lt;br /&gt;Is that counted as 0? haha! k nvm&lt;br /&gt;You know I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my diary that was written&lt;br /&gt;a few years back and stumbled upon a quote I &lt;br /&gt;made which got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without history, the present can never exist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. And I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3611773592916419133?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3611773592916419133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/hows-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3611773592916419133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3611773592916419133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/hows-life.html' title='How&apos;s life?'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-763919517726503552</id><published>2011-03-15T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:35:34.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings.</title><content type='html'>I have a brother.&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically three brothers but&lt;br /&gt;let's not get to that.&lt;br /&gt;This particular brother of mine,&lt;br /&gt;well let's just say my life would be &lt;br /&gt;far more different if he wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago before the&lt;br /&gt;holidays started, my friends ad I were&lt;br /&gt;talking about siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Explains the whole point of me blogging &lt;br /&gt;about this particular topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we're all new classmates and &lt;br /&gt;we were not quite sure who has a sibling&lt;br /&gt;or has siblings or is the only child.&lt;br /&gt;So, as clueless as we all were,&lt;br /&gt;we guessed on each person to whether or not&lt;br /&gt;they were the only child or a part&lt;br /&gt;of other siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to me, I was surprised to&lt;br /&gt;find out that most of them looked at me&lt;br /&gt;as an only child.&lt;br /&gt;When I asked why, the answer mostly &lt;br /&gt;heard was "cause you just look like one."&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I still don't know why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. After the convo with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;my mind gave a thought about how it would feel if&lt;br /&gt;I had no other sibling and I was the only&lt;br /&gt;child to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Would I be more happier?&lt;br /&gt;Would I gain more attention?&lt;br /&gt;Would I have more love?&lt;br /&gt;Would I spoil myself with more of my wants?&lt;br /&gt;What would I be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I thought,&lt;br /&gt;But what would life be like if I had&lt;br /&gt;no one to share my love with apart from&lt;br /&gt;my parents?&lt;br /&gt;It would certainly be more lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes, we see things that we think&lt;br /&gt;are more positive.&lt;br /&gt;For example in this case, not to have a sibling&lt;br /&gt;means more priveleges for us alone.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, what we see is something that's taking&lt;br /&gt;our vision away from the real gift&lt;br /&gt;of having siblings.&lt;br /&gt;yes, having siblings will cause us to &lt;br /&gt;have to bear with their attitude and the &lt;br /&gt;way they constantly irritate us even for&lt;br /&gt;the slightest of things but what we're missing&lt;br /&gt;out is that having siblings means more love.&lt;br /&gt;More of learning from each other.&lt;br /&gt;More of understanding each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I used to always fight every day.&lt;br /&gt;It's like our sibling-hood was meant to&lt;br /&gt;be driven upon quarrels but as we grew older&lt;br /&gt;and learnt to compromise, I realised that &lt;br /&gt;these small fights that happened are actually &lt;br /&gt;the reasons to why we're so close now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't just imply to siblings.&lt;br /&gt;It can also be implied to friends, other family members&lt;br /&gt;or even in a relationship involving &lt;br /&gt;two people falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels and fights are healthy.&lt;br /&gt;But not healthy when they happen regularly and&lt;br /&gt;caused by a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not saying that all my arguments with &lt;br /&gt;people who are related to me are as healthy as &lt;br /&gt;can be but I'm still learning how to not &lt;br /&gt;take things too seriously and just be more&lt;br /&gt;open to small matters.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone takes time to learn, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya'll have a great day/night!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-763919517726503552?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/763919517726503552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/763919517726503552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/763919517726503552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/siblings.html' title='Siblings.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6745332908371815515</id><published>2011-03-06T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:30:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Knowledge.</title><content type='html'>I've never thought of this but&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;The satisfactory feeling that builds &lt;br /&gt;up inside of you whenever you've&lt;br /&gt;accomplish something. Big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fills inside of you like&lt;br /&gt;pleasure, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps you wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get tired of this&lt;br /&gt;special feeling that grows inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen it this way before.&lt;br /&gt;It's always been a chore for me but now,&lt;br /&gt;realising what I've missed out in a long time,&lt;br /&gt;I now know that this is one way to &lt;br /&gt;feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;When I know I've put in all the effort.&lt;br /&gt;Not just effort but a full percentage of effort.&lt;br /&gt;And when I've accomplished what I've set myself&lt;br /&gt;to aim for, it feels as though everything&lt;br /&gt;done was worthwhile and not a single bit&lt;br /&gt;wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you'll never know until you experience it.&lt;br /&gt;And I've experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time for me to buck up and &lt;br /&gt;prove myself wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Not others but MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination never comes in handy when&lt;br /&gt;you want to achieve something.&lt;br /&gt;So do it now before&lt;br /&gt;it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6745332908371815515?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6745332908371815515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/beauty-of-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6745332908371815515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6745332908371815515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/beauty-of-knowledge.html' title='The Beauty of Knowledge.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-765994310059258432</id><published>2011-03-06T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:20:21.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand this.</title><content type='html'>Don't ever believe on what others&lt;br /&gt;say about you. You are you and you&lt;br /&gt;know yourself best among anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever compare yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;They were born that way.&lt;br /&gt;They may be more luckier than you,&lt;br /&gt;they may be more richer, more good looking,&lt;br /&gt;more privileged or whatever it is but&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you to make the best of your life&lt;br /&gt;with whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be foolish of you to always be&lt;br /&gt;so comparative towards them and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But of course you need a little bit of&lt;br /&gt;competition. However, not to the extent &lt;br /&gt;till it goes overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why take this so emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if people say you're not as good as&lt;br /&gt;him/her or you'll never level up to his standards.&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, you know that you have your own &lt;br /&gt;standards to live upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a thought on money or looks, &lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;I care more about what's inside and not&lt;br /&gt;what's covering you.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;And it's time for you to see that for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to bother on what people say about you.&lt;br /&gt;Do they really have a huge significance in your life?&lt;br /&gt;NO THEY DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;So why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-765994310059258432?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/765994310059258432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/understand-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/765994310059258432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/765994310059258432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/03/understand-this.html' title='Understand this.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4263573978884634500</id><published>2011-02-17T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:47:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mufiz.</title><content type='html'>Currently at Mufiz eating dinner with some&lt;br /&gt;of the soccer girls and two&lt;br /&gt;idiotic guys. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ended training a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, i injured my shoulder badly,&lt;br /&gt;real badly. Dont feel like&lt;br /&gt;sharing about the painful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a MATCH tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Against who?! &lt;br /&gt;RJC! :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my maggie goreng's &lt;br /&gt;here! Time to eat! &lt;br /&gt;Jemput:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4263573978884634500?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4263573978884634500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/mufiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4263573978884634500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4263573978884634500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/mufiz.html' title='Mufiz.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1718658848011341608</id><published>2011-02-12T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:59:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone on a Saturday night.</title><content type='html'>Hi all! &lt;br /&gt;Currently at cck macs waiting for&lt;br /&gt;the rest before heading to Shreedhya's&lt;br /&gt;place. It's nearly ten now.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping over at Shreedhya's place today.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to just stay at Macs and wait&lt;br /&gt;for the rest instead of gg to Sebas' house.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too late and idk how to get there &lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Had futsal tournament just now.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't win. Apparently they only&lt;br /&gt;give prizes to the first place winner.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really perform up to my best:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ate a Samurai Beef Burger Meal.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome as usual.&lt;br /&gt;My company till the rest comes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day's coming but &lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, I don't celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;1. Cause muslims don't celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cause If other reasons:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my brother Sofffffffiiiieeee:((&lt;br /&gt;It's been a day and a half since I last &lt;br /&gt;saw him:( &lt;br /&gt;Wonder what my family's doing at home:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, let me just enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the wonderful songs that are playing&lt;br /&gt;one the radio at Macs. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;"seven things I love about you..&lt;br /&gt;Your ......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay tc. Have a great night:)&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1718658848011341608?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1718658848011341608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/alone-on-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1718658848011341608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1718658848011341608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/alone-on-saturday-night.html' title='Alone on a Saturday night.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6877494912045291338</id><published>2011-02-10T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:14:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailbone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TVQNqSUyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/nAH1VH6nOcc/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TVQNqSUyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/nAH1VH6nOcc/s400/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572093659088840626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly hairstyle. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;(Yknow I'm just kidding) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi hi!&lt;br /&gt;Let's give a short summary about&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda draggy in the morning&lt;br /&gt;as we had this life connection thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's useful though, learned lotsa things&lt;br /&gt;from it!&lt;br /&gt;Then had break followed by PRM&lt;br /&gt;at centrestage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had soccer training.&lt;br /&gt;Was tough and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;However, today's training was extra painful.&lt;br /&gt;My back made problems and half of the time&lt;br /&gt;I was limping to get to&lt;br /&gt;one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, had fun during training:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner straight after training.&lt;br /&gt;But we had an extra company.&lt;br /&gt;Won't comment much about that though.&lt;br /&gt;Some reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it really.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, interesting aye? Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6877494912045291338?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6877494912045291338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/tailbone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6877494912045291338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6877494912045291338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/tailbone.html' title='Tailbone.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TVQNqSUyZ7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/nAH1VH6nOcc/s72-c/IMG_0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-4685950632729754410</id><published>2011-02-09T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:48:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let things run on it's own course.</title><content type='html'>Things are kind of back to normal &lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the results for this year's&lt;br /&gt;class.&lt;br /&gt;11B5.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm a business &lt;br /&gt;student now.&lt;br /&gt;No more arts.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out who my future class mates &lt;br /&gt;are going to be.&lt;br /&gt;People like, Shreedhya, Jane, Bhavani,&lt;br /&gt;Faiz, Fariz, Deepan and who ah.&lt;br /&gt;Got more I think.&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, at least I know most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be sleeping right now cause&lt;br /&gt;I need ample rest for training tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4685950632729754410?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4685950632729754410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-things-run-on-its-own-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4685950632729754410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4685950632729754410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-things-run-on-its-own-course.html' title='Let things run on it&apos;s own course.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-100642663373899371</id><published>2011-02-08T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:43:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Road.</title><content type='html'>It's been a really rough road &lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time.&lt;br /&gt;Time to think and set my priorities&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;Too many commitments, too many &lt;br /&gt;disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Parents.&lt;br /&gt; Studies.&lt;br /&gt; Religion.&lt;br /&gt; CCA.&lt;br /&gt; You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment after disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was to run away from all &lt;br /&gt;my problems, so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear M&amp;D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've disappointed you too many&lt;br /&gt;times. I know I haven't been on my best&lt;br /&gt;behaviour lately. I've troubled everyone &lt;br /&gt;so much. I've received too much and gave&lt;br /&gt;too little. You have given me everything &lt;br /&gt;but all I did was to give you nothing&lt;br /&gt;in return. No results, no nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;I can never live without you two.&lt;br /&gt;I can never imagine life without the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you and I hope that you won't give up&lt;br /&gt;on me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear R,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to improve. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;It's not an option, it's a must.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give more attention to you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, you hold my future.&lt;br /&gt;And to get what I want, I need to work&lt;br /&gt;harder this time round.&lt;br /&gt;I promise, with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'll put in the best in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear A,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing what I'm suppose&lt;br /&gt;to lately because of all my activities.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been lagging you behind.&lt;br /&gt;I know that above all, you must be first &lt;br /&gt;on my priority list.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I live a very un-meaningful&lt;br /&gt;life. I'll set my priorities straight &lt;br /&gt;this time. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear S,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. But I need to cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;I have other things to put before you.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it right.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (L),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lonely person without you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But I need time.&lt;br /&gt;Time to think.&lt;br /&gt;You need space.&lt;br /&gt;I've disappointed you too &lt;br /&gt;many times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, super lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;Please understand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time, more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowest peak right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-100642663373899371?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/100642663373899371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/rocky-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/100642663373899371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/100642663373899371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/rocky-road.html' title='Rocky Road.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5090725015970509431</id><published>2011-02-01T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:40:55.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VASTUUDOR!</title><content type='html'>Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;Finally after so long, I can&lt;br /&gt;get my hands typing on the laptop again.&lt;br /&gt;Cable's been replaced so now I can&lt;br /&gt;surf the net again! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past 4 days of orientation&lt;br /&gt;was okay!&lt;br /&gt;It did started out slow and boring but&lt;br /&gt;at the end, I'm positively&lt;br /&gt;sure that everyone enjoyed everything:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention, &lt;br /&gt;there are like freaking MINAHs&lt;br /&gt;in our school!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS BAD. REAL BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Especially MPJ. hahahah! &lt;br /&gt;Only some people know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the eve of Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Thennnnn I haveeeeee SOCCER!&lt;br /&gt;I gave training a skip on Monday though.&lt;br /&gt;Because I had to head home early and I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;rather unwell. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;The pain was excruciating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I are planning to head&lt;br /&gt;to Malacca this Thursday for our Vacation&lt;br /&gt;Baybeh!^^ Woo WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH oh oh and My group won&lt;br /&gt;BEST mascot yay!&lt;br /&gt;:) even though I'm sure ours wasn't&lt;br /&gt;one of the best looking and groomed one.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bimbos:(&lt;br /&gt;I always never get to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;:( This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG pack my bag for tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5090725015970509431?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5090725015970509431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/vastuudor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5090725015970509431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5090725015970509431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/02/vastuudor.html' title='VASTUUDOR!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4592343642134595417</id><published>2011-01-28T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:25:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks talks talks</title><content type='html'>Gd morning everyone! &lt;br /&gt;Currently in the hall listening to&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ying/Ping? give a talk about&lt;br /&gt;Subject combinations.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how has orientation been for me?&lt;br /&gt;Well I can tell you one thing.&lt;br /&gt;MI's Indian population is decreasing!&lt;br /&gt;Comparing the number of Indians in MI&lt;br /&gt;Ponavaresho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will end very very late! About&lt;br /&gt;Nine thirty! I hope I can meet the&lt;br /&gt;bimbos later after orientation ends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, and Im staying over at&lt;br /&gt;Shreedhya's place today together with&lt;br /&gt;Claudia!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tournament's on tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;somewhere near balestier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Can't wait for CCA open house &lt;br /&gt;that's going to happen later!&lt;br /&gt;Come on, bring in the new talents!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm wondering whether to change &lt;br /&gt;combination cause well, apparently,&lt;br /&gt;we are all required to take an aptitude test&lt;br /&gt;For history;/&lt;br /&gt; I doubt that i can even rmb &lt;br /&gt;the main topics on secondary school&lt;br /&gt;syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my legs are killing me! I'm freezing&lt;br /&gt;cold cause of the air con in the hall!&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update later!&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4592343642134595417?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4592343642134595417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/talks-talks-talks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4592343642134595417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4592343642134595417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/talks-talks-talks.html' title='Talks talks talks'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4031738570522276771</id><published>2011-01-22T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:45:13.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted.</title><content type='html'>:((&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever get a chance &lt;br /&gt;to meet T.Swift.:(&lt;br /&gt;This is real sad for me, real sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out about the contest an hour &lt;br /&gt;ago and I'm only left with 20 mins to &lt;br /&gt;go for it. But nah, I'll never make it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just not enter knowing that I can't make&lt;br /&gt;it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real real sad.&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I'm going to cry on the &lt;br /&gt;concert day.&lt;br /&gt;Call me over-dramatic if you may but&lt;br /&gt;this really means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Haigh. sad sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the ticket would &lt;br /&gt;appear in front of me just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4031738570522276771?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4031738570522276771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4031738570522276771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4031738570522276771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/wasted.html' title='Wasted.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4380641138966870458</id><published>2011-01-20T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:24:52.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the soccer girls and &lt;br /&gt;I headed down to Queensway to get&lt;br /&gt;team bags! &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this but &lt;br /&gt;soon enough you'll see me carrying&lt;br /&gt;a pink bag to school all around.&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, it's not entirely pink but &lt;br /&gt;still, there's PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at home waiting for time&lt;br /&gt;to pass by before I head to school&lt;br /&gt;for training. &lt;br /&gt;Self-training today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I spent a wonderful time in the &lt;br /&gt;library alone, met FZN again!, had&lt;br /&gt;awesome laughs with the Soccer girls,&lt;br /&gt;ate a wonderful meal at Macs(Samurai baybay!),&lt;br /&gt;met MAP and ended the night awesomely with&lt;br /&gt;dinner together with the other four Eunos'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope today's going to be as awesome as&lt;br /&gt;ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange socks for soccer todayyyyyy! ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brother Sofian's ironing his clothes while&lt;br /&gt;singing the batman theme song! ahahhaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4380641138966870458?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4380641138966870458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4380641138966870458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4380641138966870458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/pink.html' title='PINK.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2035989045866504114</id><published>2011-01-19T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:45:19.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old same old.</title><content type='html'>This is for you. No, not you&lt;br /&gt;but you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either that you just did not get&lt;br /&gt;what I had meant or its purely &lt;br /&gt;ignorance on your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping this inside for&lt;br /&gt;a long long time and right now I dont&lt;br /&gt;think I can have that much patience to&lt;br /&gt;sustain this silence any longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious I think even a five&lt;br /&gt;year old would notice. Why do you&lt;br /&gt;keep on doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;You assure me but then, in a blink &lt;br /&gt;of an eye, I see you doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I? A freaking ghost? &lt;br /&gt;I was freaking right in front of you and&lt;br /&gt;yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never keep up to your&lt;br /&gt;promises do you? &lt;br /&gt;I guess you dont.&lt;br /&gt;This is a total disappoitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all that I got to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2035989045866504114?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2035989045866504114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/same-old-same-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2035989045866504114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2035989045866504114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same old same old.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7301617579298714408</id><published>2011-01-18T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:57:05.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show it.</title><content type='html'>Ever felt that sometimes you &lt;br /&gt;don't know the difference between &lt;br /&gt;actions and words anymore because&lt;br /&gt;everyone around you says something&lt;br /&gt;but ends up doing something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish people around me&lt;br /&gt;would stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish everyone around me would &lt;br /&gt;cut the shit talking and get to the main&lt;br /&gt;point of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to pretend not to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I want them to know that every action they &lt;br /&gt;make counts. I want them to know that&lt;br /&gt;actions are more important compared to &lt;br /&gt;just words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just wish that people would stop&lt;br /&gt;lying to each other even for very&lt;br /&gt;small reasons. &lt;br /&gt;So what if you're lying even for the smallest&lt;br /&gt;of reasons? You're still lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, if we people, lie about even &lt;br /&gt;the smallest of things, how are we able to gain&lt;br /&gt;more trust from each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is all so confusing, but it's what&lt;br /&gt;my mind has been filled with for the past few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Note: This does NOT pin point to anyone&lt;br /&gt;in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have trust.&lt;br /&gt;I trust a lot.&lt;br /&gt;However, if their actions speak otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;what am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a complicated mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7301617579298714408?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7301617579298714408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/show-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7301617579298714408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7301617579298714408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/show-it.html' title='Show it.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2725526253921025683</id><published>2011-01-14T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T15:33:05.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuttlecocks and rackets.</title><content type='html'>Hello peepoles! &lt;br /&gt;I am currently at my school hall. &lt;br /&gt;Just finished a badminton match&lt;br /&gt;with MAP.  &lt;br /&gt;Who won? Him of course! &lt;br /&gt;( Haha its okay, ill win next time^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had soccer meeting just now!&lt;br /&gt;Soccer training again tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, will update later at night.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2725526253921025683?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2725526253921025683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/shuttlecocks-and-rackets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2725526253921025683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2725526253921025683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/shuttlecocks-and-rackets.html' title='Shuttlecocks and rackets.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4111892086836967119</id><published>2011-01-11T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:16:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day.</title><content type='html'>Currently at home.&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly 7pm and no one's home&lt;br /&gt;yet:(&lt;br /&gt;Dad's gone out. Mum's got work.&lt;br /&gt;Bro's just not home.&lt;br /&gt;So lonely.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I was in school:(&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe I'm saying this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyywayyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;what did I do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very very short day.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, woke up at 4am in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with MAP:)&lt;br /&gt;Then had PT in the morning with&lt;br /&gt;the soccer babes!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to assemble,&lt;br /&gt;I watched as all of my friends lined up&lt;br /&gt;to their new classes. All smiling away&lt;br /&gt;expecting what they prepared for a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's never luck, it's hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, then we were all sent to the lecture room&lt;br /&gt;to hear our new VP, Mrs Koh, talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;"Never repeat your mistake again"&lt;br /&gt;Keeps on playing on my mind every single minute.&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyyy, then we all had to watch this movie&lt;br /&gt;titled "Groundhog Day".&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to watch it fully cause well,&lt;br /&gt;we were out of time. It was already 1.30pm&lt;br /&gt;(dismissal time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, Shreedhya, Sebastian and I&lt;br /&gt;had lunch! Oh and the vendors in school&lt;br /&gt;has changed! Meaning = better food!&lt;br /&gt;BUT no more cute aunties:(&lt;br /&gt;The dishes were awesome but NO MORE WINTERMELON!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had late lunch again with the soccer girls&lt;br /&gt;before training.&lt;br /&gt;Training was WET! &lt;br /&gt;We were all drenched in rain but it was fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training waited for Afiq! and Ralph and &lt;br /&gt;headed home.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to have school as late as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;as often, I think I'll never have enough&lt;br /&gt;energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have 2 more weeks of holiday till&lt;br /&gt;my OFFICIAL first day of school starts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now I'll just wait wait for my family &lt;br /&gt;to come home and make my day un-boring!&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK FAST PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you did in school today:(&lt;br /&gt;Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4111892086836967119?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4111892086836967119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/groundhog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4111892086836967119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4111892086836967119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5412431282892473179</id><published>2011-01-09T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:44:55.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my ex classmates are all&lt;br /&gt;going to their new classes.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's it like being&lt;br /&gt;in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, can't blame anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure of what tomorrow is&lt;br /&gt;going to be like though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm both nervous and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's soccer in the morning &lt;br /&gt;and afternoon tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to these past few days?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a 3 days non-residential&lt;br /&gt;on wed to fri. Hong Kah sec.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it was tiring!&lt;br /&gt;Met new and interesting people!&lt;br /&gt;Had a stressful but enjoyable camp!&lt;br /&gt;Overall? It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week hasn't been one of those smooth&lt;br /&gt;weeks. It has been a totally rough week&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah, Please give me the strength&lt;br /&gt;to fight this through.&lt;br /&gt;Amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm heading to bed earlier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people!&lt;br /&gt;All the best!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5412431282892473179?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5412431282892473179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5412431282892473179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5412431282892473179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2116975566622716379</id><published>2011-01-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:08:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Keep it up.</title><content type='html'>Today was such amazing night!&lt;br /&gt;I totally enjoyed every single bit&lt;br /&gt;Of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yknow what, thats&lt;br /&gt;Crappy bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn today.&lt;br /&gt;Damn tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Damn all of this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2116975566622716379?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2116975566622716379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-keep-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2116975566622716379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2116975566622716379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-keep-it-up.html' title='Wow. Keep it up.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1974805558162483461</id><published>2011-01-04T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:42:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TSH7ledBjhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/00bFppWdl_k/s1600/Photo-0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TSH7ledBjhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/00bFppWdl_k/s400/Photo-0271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558000036400434706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days.&lt;br /&gt;96 hours.&lt;br /&gt;5,760 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;345,600 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1974805558162483461?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1974805558162483461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1974805558162483461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1974805558162483461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/him.html' title='Him.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TSH7ledBjhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/00bFppWdl_k/s72-c/Photo-0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-165950735732697282</id><published>2011-01-03T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:24:26.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift.</title><content type='html'>This year.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I hate the fact that &lt;br /&gt;everyone's so separated from each&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, my mind is &lt;br /&gt;constantly asking questions like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this year be far more different&lt;br /&gt;that what last year was?&lt;br /&gt;Will 2011 turn out badly?&lt;br /&gt;Will this year make me a better person?&lt;br /&gt;Will I meet friends who are as awesome&lt;br /&gt;as the ones I have now?&lt;br /&gt;Will we all drift apart due to our&lt;br /&gt;"separation"?&lt;br /&gt;Are things going to turn out differently?&lt;br /&gt;Are things going to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, there are too many questions but &lt;br /&gt;no instant answers.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's life huh.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope things will be ...&lt;br /&gt;decent(?) in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;The sight really worries me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-165950735732697282?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-6814282225904808855</id><published>2011-01-02T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:39:43.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year? Really?</title><content type='html'>Do we Muslims really need to &lt;br /&gt;celebrate a New Year on every &lt;br /&gt;1st of January we come upon?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I mean why celebrate this "New Year"&lt;br /&gt;when we don't even celebrate the New Year&lt;br /&gt;as stated in the Muslim calender?&lt;br /&gt;Why be more excited for something that has&lt;br /&gt;already passed?&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyyy, since it's a brand New Year that&lt;br /&gt;we gladly call 2011, what's your New Year's&lt;br /&gt;resolution?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I hope all of it will be achieved&lt;br /&gt;by the end of this year:)&lt;br /&gt;All the best okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do on New Year's eve and&lt;br /&gt;New Year itself?&lt;br /&gt;The norm!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the norm.&lt;br /&gt;If you really think it through,&lt;br /&gt;experiencing a brand new year is actually&lt;br /&gt;the same as experiencing a normal day the&lt;br /&gt;previous year.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the only difference is that&lt;br /&gt;once you've planned out your resolution, your &lt;br /&gt;goal for that year is different.&lt;br /&gt;And what you do to achieve those goals will&lt;br /&gt;make your year different.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, enough of the new year stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will prolly update later if I &lt;br /&gt;got nothing to do:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6814282225904808855?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6814282225904808855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6814282225904808855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6814282225904808855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-really.html' title='New Year? Really?'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5759208547463132699</id><published>2010-12-29T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:38:09.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siloso with the team.</title><content type='html'>Rmb on the previous post &lt;br /&gt;where I mentioned that I have to&lt;br /&gt;head to Sentosa?&lt;br /&gt;27th was the date and Monday was the day:)&lt;br /&gt;The soccer girls planned an outing&lt;br /&gt;to Sentosa's Siloso Beach.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, any time spent with those awesome&lt;br /&gt;mates was in fact, FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached, I changed and &lt;br /&gt;got my feet kicking around:)&lt;br /&gt;Met a few seniors which I've never met before,&lt;br /&gt;they're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we played awesome matches on the &lt;br /&gt;sand, using a volleyball to replace a soccer ball and&lt;br /&gt;having 4 chairs to be used as goal posts. &lt;br /&gt;Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I intended not to get any part of me wet&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, temptations into swimming in the clear &lt;br /&gt;blue waters of Sentosa and the two "twins" had made &lt;br /&gt;me decided to just fully sink myself in:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing up, we packed and some of us, &lt;br /&gt;including me, left Vivo early while the others &lt;br /&gt;had dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my second and third plan of the day was &lt;br /&gt;cancelled and postponed. &lt;br /&gt;Went to meet the MAP (guess this out)&lt;br /&gt;in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to manjen's &lt;br /&gt;and played PS3! My playstation skills&lt;br /&gt;are lacking of experience by the cause of &lt;br /&gt;not playing for over  2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll win... someday? hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had one of the most amazing nights and&lt;br /&gt;went back to my aunts place:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that was the end of an awesome 27th.&lt;br /&gt;The following days, including today was&lt;br /&gt;much spent indoors. So, I really got nothing&lt;br /&gt;to share. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night ahead people!&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, right now, I don't think&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to go near me. My saggy &lt;br /&gt;eyebags are pushing people away from me:(&lt;br /&gt;The cause of watching too much&lt;br /&gt;of How I Met Your Mother in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;salam.&lt;br /&gt;May the people you miss, miss you back &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5759208547463132699?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5759208547463132699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/siloso-with-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5759208547463132699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5759208547463132699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/siloso-with-team.html' title='Siloso with the team.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3413731586491109831</id><published>2010-12-29T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:19:04.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 girls, 2 cameras and lots of FUN.</title><content type='html'>Initially I wanted to put the &lt;br /&gt;title as &lt;br /&gt;"When 4 girls sleep together."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! But it sounded too wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, out of topic.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weekend and quarter of a weekday&lt;br /&gt;was Legen (wait for it) DARY!&lt;br /&gt;LEGENDARY.&lt;br /&gt;Let's summarise:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 (The day when my record&lt;br /&gt;of "not having friends over for&lt;br /&gt;over a year" was broken!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the awesomezxz met at Kranji (also&lt;br /&gt;known as fart-citay!) oh and one apek&lt;br /&gt;wearing yellow, orange and three-quarter&lt;br /&gt;pants (my apek &lt;3).&lt;br /&gt;Bid farewell to the most awesome guy ever&lt;br /&gt;and our wonderful journey began:)&lt;br /&gt;Thank Allah the jam was not that bad, &lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus all the way to Larkin.&lt;br /&gt;For the people who have never been there,&lt;br /&gt;it's the most polluted, crowded and irritating&lt;br /&gt;place ever. Imagine alighting the bus and&lt;br /&gt;having people rush to you selling tickets to&lt;br /&gt;different parts of this "truly Asian" country.&lt;br /&gt;Having to breathe in the most thickest, most&lt;br /&gt;polluted air ever and going through a place&lt;br /&gt;full of danger and aliens staring at you&lt;br /&gt;from head to toh(haha inspired by maxmax)&lt;br /&gt;Anyywayyy(off topic again, sorry), dad fetched&lt;br /&gt;all of us from there(phew) and our journey to &lt;br /&gt;my home was left by only a quarter of the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home only to find out Abang Imran's family&lt;br /&gt;visited:) &lt;br /&gt;Settled down and everything and soon after the&lt;br /&gt;guests were gone, we went of to ANGSANA!&lt;br /&gt;(The shopping mall full of ... okay nvm)&lt;br /&gt;The girls shopped, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Had The Body Shop perfumes sprayed all over us,&lt;br /&gt;ate rolls and rolls of popiah basah that Dwi was&lt;br /&gt;craving for, slurped the wonderful fillings in&lt;br /&gt;the most delicious Dunkin' Donuts ever(Munira's crave)&lt;br /&gt;and had to hear Athirah say she saw a few handsome guys&lt;br /&gt;(prolly Singaporeans, no offence - i'm not "countrist"). &lt;br /&gt;After SHOPPING (well, mostly window shopping for me),&lt;br /&gt;we all went for dinner at Wak Radol (A place quite known&lt;br /&gt;for it's awesome satay though I didn't find the satay &lt;br /&gt;that awesome on that night:/ Sorry Mr. Radol).&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;By this time, most of us were flu-attacked!&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we crapped our night away &lt;br /&gt;making embarassing covers and singing our throats out &lt;br /&gt;till the neighbour, which was 2 toilet doors away,&lt;br /&gt;complained of us being too noisy(good job Bro Sofian!)&lt;br /&gt;After shaking all of the energy from ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;we slept peacfully:)... NOT, cause someone snored on&lt;br /&gt;the first night;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2 (A day of non-stop fun&lt;br /&gt;and laughter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to an awesome breakfast&lt;br /&gt;of Malaysian-made prata!&lt;br /&gt;Got ready and wasted time playing &lt;br /&gt;"guess this" on the white board till noon.&lt;br /&gt;Lame AND hilarious! haha! &lt;br /&gt;After much time wasted, (hahaha I'm still &lt;br /&gt;thinking of the game!)&lt;br /&gt;we all headed to JUSCO, AEON(Johor's so called&lt;br /&gt;Vivo). Yes, the girls shopped.&lt;br /&gt;AEON was big and when I say big I meant HUMONGOUS!&lt;br /&gt;Idk whether I'm exaggerating but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Had chocalatey buble-la-tea, compared the S's&lt;br /&gt;and the M's, sat down for awesome dessert!&lt;br /&gt;(Baskin and Robin's mango sorbet topped with&lt;br /&gt;gummy bears was awesome on my part;) ) and just&lt;br /&gt;walked our way around:)&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we shopped again. (Oh and girls,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the rush, heh.)&lt;br /&gt;Before we all headed back home, we met mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;who were already gathering at the mall's stage &lt;br /&gt;to watch their some sort of dance competition or something.&lt;br /&gt;My Allah, were they the most "wonderful" bunch of dancers&lt;br /&gt;ever. I think even my cute dad could win the trophy hah.&lt;br /&gt;And their group names! Where do they get their names from?!&lt;br /&gt;: So funny, So Very, So blabla.. so so so.&lt;br /&gt;NO, I'm not going to go about what kind of dancing went on&lt;br /&gt;on that stage, trust me, you don't ever want to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyywayyyy, we squeezed back in the car and headed home!&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of us being tired from all the shopping&lt;br /&gt;and crappy entertainment, we planned to not&lt;br /&gt;sleep till morning. So what did we do?&lt;br /&gt;WE, ate dinner, cleaned up, sat together and talked&lt;br /&gt;(at some point of time with Brother Sofian - can you believe it?!)&lt;br /&gt;, watched Korean shows AGAIN!(thanks to Dwi and Athirah),&lt;br /&gt;made more crappy videos(OMA FUN FUN!) played &lt;br /&gt;Dwi's game(idk what it's called) and basically &lt;br /&gt;just tried to fill in our sleeping time with stuff we&lt;br /&gt;could find to do. Oh and we watched "The Hangover"!:)&lt;br /&gt;And of course, our plan of making it a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;was not fully a success as by about 5am, everyone was&lt;br /&gt;sleeping and snoring(heh, identity of the person&lt;br /&gt;snoring remains a mystery ^^, shhhhhhh).&lt;br /&gt;And then came the third and final day of our sleepover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3(The day I found out Food Culture&lt;br /&gt;actually sold Japanese food!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone packed as soon as they woke up and got ready.&lt;br /&gt;They packed for home while I packed for SENTOSA BAYBAY!&lt;br /&gt;Left in the morning to head to Singapore:)&lt;br /&gt;Thank Allah there was no jam:)&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head to Sentosa a bit later and&lt;br /&gt;had lunch, still with the 3:)&lt;br /&gt;Ate Japanese food! I promise, upon salmons,&lt;br /&gt;no, I promise upon salmons AND teriyaki,&lt;br /&gt;the six dollars japanese meal I bought was&lt;br /&gt;DELICIOUS! Only in CCK's Lot One,&lt;br /&gt;While stocks last!:)&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I headed for soccer and that&lt;br /&gt;marked the end of my wonderful and amazing moments&lt;br /&gt;with the girls during the "getaway":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to type this awesome experience out&lt;br /&gt;despite it being too long cause I can't bare &lt;br /&gt;losing the memory of us girls just having fun:)&lt;br /&gt;And there you go:)&lt;br /&gt;The most awesome-est "getaway" I have ever had:)&lt;br /&gt;I got no pictures of the trip though.&lt;br /&gt;But I do have those videos  mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be uploaded on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I find my camera. heh.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go,&lt;br /&gt;the summary of an experience that was&lt;br /&gt;so Awesome, I can't even describe it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;May there be future sleepovers like this:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munira, Dwi and Athirah, may we be&lt;br /&gt;the new "mean girls".&lt;br /&gt;Let's call ourselves "fart girls"&lt;br /&gt;from now on! hahaha! (If you know what I mean^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3413731586491109831?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3413731586491109831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-girls-2-cameras-and-lots-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3413731586491109831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3413731586491109831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-girls-2-cameras-and-lots-of-fun.html' title='4 girls, 2 cameras and lots of FUN.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-8218316464298742336</id><published>2010-12-21T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:41:34.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KARI IKAN BAYBAY!</title><content type='html'>Hi peepoles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;Was at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything much really.&lt;br /&gt;What can you do at home besides the norm&lt;br /&gt;of watching tv, eat, sleep etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you that I'm not her.&lt;br /&gt;I prove to you that I won't follow her footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;Just please give me time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether or not she's related&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still not her.&lt;br /&gt;I won't disappoint you, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;You have my word.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th is coming and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think it's time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-8218316464298742336?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/8218316464298742336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/kari-ikan-baybay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8218316464298742336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8218316464298742336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/kari-ikan-baybay.html' title='KARI IKAN BAYBAY!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-355185867586417870</id><published>2010-12-19T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:31:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20TH DECEMBER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQ4kgO1y2-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OzoqE4IFoes/s1600/max%2Band%2Bi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQ4kgO1y2-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OzoqE4IFoes/s400/max%2Band%2Bi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552415526752541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S AN EARLY WISH FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR MAXMAX!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17TH YOU MAJEN!:)&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE AWESOME(enjoy my compliment while it lasts).&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M AWESOME-ER( of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your wish this year is&lt;br /&gt;to make your dimples to be transfered&lt;br /&gt;to my cheeks instead! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 the awesome NUTS.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-355185867586417870?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/355185867586417870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/20th-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/355185867586417870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/355185867586417870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/20th-december.html' title='20TH DECEMBER.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQ4kgO1y2-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OzoqE4IFoes/s72-c/max%2Band%2Bi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-6712052443208696162</id><published>2010-12-19T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:23:15.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargic.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so weak.&lt;br /&gt;I can't move a muscle.&lt;br /&gt;Got the worse headache.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch a fever soon.&lt;br /&gt;Flu's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. REALLY tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh. So tired from all the &lt;br /&gt;cleaning at home.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta clean up before the BIG DAY &lt;br /&gt;comes:)&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Mandai tmr for &lt;br /&gt;job interview.:/&lt;br /&gt;(Don't even know whether I can&lt;br /&gt;get it with me stuck with all of&lt;br /&gt;these situations.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY GDNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6712052443208696162?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6712052443208696162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/lethargic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6712052443208696162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6712052443208696162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/lethargic.html' title='Lethargic.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4449795665296574168</id><published>2010-12-18T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:27:16.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQzEYYQh_2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/iWK_P_pd5PA/s1600/Picture0003.jpg_effected.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQzEYYQh_2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/iWK_P_pd5PA/s400/Picture0003.jpg_effected.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552028363748671330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is. Always. There. He.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4449795665296574168?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4449795665296574168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4449795665296574168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4449795665296574168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQzEYYQh_2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/iWK_P_pd5PA/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg_effected.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-2293866125873036492</id><published>2010-12-18T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:18:40.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready.</title><content type='html'>It's kicking in real soon.&lt;br /&gt;You better get ready for the &lt;br /&gt;storm you're about to face cause&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna be a pretty sight&lt;br /&gt;at all. It's NEVER a pretty &lt;br /&gt;sight really.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dwi and Afiqah.&lt;br /&gt;Had to meet Freakky before she flies &lt;br /&gt;of to UK(tradition eh Freak?)&lt;br /&gt;Watched Rapunzel (or whatever the &lt;br /&gt;movie name is).&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Hanged out for a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your time there Freak!&lt;br /&gt;Come back safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going tmr.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a person am I?&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! Not you, you.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. You've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Just changed. :(&lt;br /&gt;This is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shortcuts.&lt;br /&gt;Just hate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2293866125873036492?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2293866125873036492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2293866125873036492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2293866125873036492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-ready.html' title='Get Ready.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3126426521960201720</id><published>2010-12-17T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:45:05.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title says it all.'/><title type='text'>2 minus the rest.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;you wanna say something but you're just&lt;br /&gt;afraid of what the outcome may be?&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid of what the other person&lt;br /&gt;might say or whether they're going to &lt;br /&gt;judge you for the small little things&lt;br /&gt;that you say.&lt;br /&gt;I have that problem.&lt;br /&gt;Let's call it the&lt;br /&gt;haveitinyourmindbutyoujustcantsay-syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do it most of the time and I'm getting&lt;br /&gt;sick of it. Thing is, I want it to go away but &lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;I have something inside of me that's been&lt;br /&gt;bugging me and I need to share this with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Or in particular, that person. (not really particular)&lt;br /&gt;When I start the conversation, it goes really well.&lt;br /&gt;However, when I'm near to saying what I really wanted&lt;br /&gt;to say, somehow I just back off and chicken out and&lt;br /&gt;tend to just either change the subject or &lt;br /&gt;twist the whole story around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder where I get this from.&lt;br /&gt;This 'syndrome' never comes in handy&lt;br /&gt;whenever I need to share something with &lt;br /&gt;someone. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always start good, then end badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that this will go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;Or things might just end badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;Allah, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3126426521960201720?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3126426521960201720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-minus-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3126426521960201720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3126426521960201720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-minus-rest.html' title='2 minus the rest.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1336015240023054117</id><published>2010-12-16T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:25:17.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebags.</title><content type='html'>ARGH! I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesay, went to play bowling&lt;br /&gt;at CSC with everyone plus&lt;br /&gt;FARZANAH (missing her already)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone = Farhan Afiq, Maxine, Ralph,&lt;br /&gt;Sara, Johar and Shafiq.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to leave for socce trg.&lt;br /&gt;The rest went to Somerset to watch&lt;br /&gt;rapunzel:( Sad I never get to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Mr.Pres.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer training. &lt;br /&gt;Took the long route to town.:(&lt;br /&gt;Had "mini" dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home.&lt;br /&gt;kay dah cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to think and type.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew what I really meant.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadz, Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1336015240023054117?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1336015240023054117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/eyebags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1336015240023054117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1336015240023054117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/eyebags.html' title='Eyebags.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2988207314014265204</id><published>2010-12-14T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:25:02.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MWAH!</title><content type='html'>Hi hi! Okay so I'm rushing against&lt;br /&gt;time cause I really need to be &lt;br /&gt;getting ready for tmr and sleep&lt;br /&gt;by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, just now dad called me from&lt;br /&gt;the family room, i went out of my room&lt;br /&gt;and coincidentally he was otw to my room,&lt;br /&gt;we nearly kissed.&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's the same height as me and&lt;br /&gt;idk. I looked at his cute surprised face and&lt;br /&gt;he looked at mine. (You should see his &lt;br /&gt;face, damn cute!)&lt;br /&gt;we both laughed. HA. HA. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I really should sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! Bro just sleep talked again.&lt;br /&gt;"mer mer mer" HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Cuteboy92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay kay byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2988207314014265204?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2988207314014265204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/mwah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2988207314014265204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2988207314014265204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/mwah.html' title='MWAH!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4468703728804659435</id><published>2010-12-14T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:36:47.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulang all the way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQd-MfT3t8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j42geSTC-xw/s1600/SDC12660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQd-MfT3t8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j42geSTC-xw/s400/SDC12660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550543818785798082"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQd-Lz0K5lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jAHTPJK_VQ8/s1600/SDC12664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQd-Lz0K5lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jAHTPJK_VQ8/s400/SDC12664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550543807110112850"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQd-LNWJvGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Gg4qbPOGqv4/s1600/SDC12663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQd-LNWJvGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Gg4qbPOGqv4/s400/SDC12663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550543796783660130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, this was suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;posted up yesterday but apparently,&lt;br /&gt;it was not:(&lt;br /&gt;I HAD THE BEST SUP TULANG LIKE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Dad made it.(Wonder why he was such&lt;br /&gt;in a good mood to make for us dinner:/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the tulang was DAMN BIG!&lt;br /&gt;Yummy as well^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my ugly face and dad's&lt;br /&gt;cute and hungry face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, will post again later.&lt;br /&gt;No promises just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4468703728804659435?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4468703728804659435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/tulang-all-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4468703728804659435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4468703728804659435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/tulang-all-way.html' title='Tulang all the way!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQd-MfT3t8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j42geSTC-xw/s72-c/SDC12660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-2106022487105825566</id><published>2010-12-13T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:24:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Library.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQXJlhc6z_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/mghNcscena4/s1600/Ooo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQXJlhc6z_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/mghNcscena4/s400/Ooo..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550063762276012018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQXJlWJgdzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0IrzlFUeFIs/s1600/Eh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQXJlWJgdzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0IrzlFUeFIs/s400/Eh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550063759241803570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQXJlAj2J9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0ooVYlH21O8/s1600/EEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQXJlAj2J9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0ooVYlH21O8/s400/EEE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550063753446696914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               LIBRARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yezz hello people!&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the library now doing&lt;br /&gt;some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, alone. Ugh, how boring.&lt;br /&gt;(But it's not that bad being alone) heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Intended to go to the Library&lt;br /&gt;and study today but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring my pencil box. :((&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have my lappy with me.&lt;br /&gt;At least that gives me something&lt;br /&gt;to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are youuuuuuuu????&lt;br /&gt;:((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2106022487105825566?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2106022487105825566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2106022487105825566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2106022487105825566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/library.html' title='The Library.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQXJlhc6z_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/mghNcscena4/s72-c/Ooo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-8622048306336452992</id><published>2010-12-12T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:31:55.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get back on track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQT42LjlF_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ja2TCb1Bb24/s1600/Zac%2BEfron%2BAhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQT42LjlF_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ja2TCb1Bb24/s320/Zac%2BEfron%2BAhh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549834250525939698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just melt?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're given an opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;live up to it. Don't waste it like &lt;br /&gt;what I did. You're going to regret &lt;br /&gt;every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're going around telling &lt;br /&gt;people you're okay with it or you're strong&lt;br /&gt;enough to handle it, truth is, we're&lt;br /&gt;still affected somehow. Yes we are.&lt;br /&gt;But I keep repeating the phrase that we&lt;br /&gt;often her nowadays, &lt;br /&gt;"Life still has to go on".&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's the only way I can move on&lt;br /&gt;and realise that it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;This can be referred to anything at all&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYYYYYWAAAYYYY! &lt;br /&gt;How was your day people?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened today for me&lt;br /&gt;really. Stayed at home and did the norm.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh wait! I just need to say this.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I had the best no wait,&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST banana fritters (goreng pisang)&lt;br /&gt;ever! This one is far different from any &lt;br /&gt;that you've ever tasted before.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, even when looking at it, you just&lt;br /&gt;feel ahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had the most beautiful golden brown crust,&lt;br /&gt;topped with the crunchy bits of the batter on&lt;br /&gt;top of it to give it the most crunchiest texture&lt;br /&gt;ever. Then when you pick it up, it's perfectly&lt;br /&gt;hot just the way it should be to a temperature&lt;br /&gt;where you just won't burn your hands. &lt;br /&gt;Your first bite of it would just be the most&lt;br /&gt;amazing moment ever. You can literally hear the &lt;br /&gt;crunchiness of the fritter on the outside but &lt;br /&gt;when your teeth sinks into the middle of the &lt;br /&gt;soft and sweet banana, it feels so gooood.&lt;br /&gt;When it enters your mouth, the banana just melts&lt;br /&gt;and gives the taste of sweetness and wonderment.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;And thing is it's instant! haha! Yes! Instant.&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell you where I got it but it's just &lt;br /&gt;delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;OkaaayyyY! Enough about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to the song&lt;br /&gt;One in a million - Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;and the only exception - paramore.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;I will even sing the songs before I&lt;br /&gt;go to bed. (Yes BOTH) Haha of course then after &lt;br /&gt;I would say my prayers. heh.&lt;br /&gt;But still it's insanely taking over my brain!&lt;br /&gt;You should see the MVs. Ne-yo dance moves were just&lt;br /&gt;so impressive although I had a tinge that he might have&lt;br /&gt;followed MJ's style. Go see!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and Paramore's MV was so touching I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's currently 12.20am and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;at all. I can't close my eyes (I think it's prolly the&lt;br /&gt;songs ahah!) Need sleep cause I'll prolly&lt;br /&gt;be in the lib tmr studying. :/ heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I think imma log off from the social networking&lt;br /&gt;sites soon and prolly watch some programmes on the tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, &lt;br /&gt;Violets are Blue,&lt;br /&gt;Why am I drooling over Zac Efron's hotness,&lt;br /&gt;at 12.22?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Brother just spoke in his sleep,&lt;br /&gt;He said, " Can I have two?"&lt;br /&gt;(I Promise!) HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to one in a million,&lt;br /&gt;the only exception too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the reason to why I can't sleep,&lt;br /&gt;is because Im missing you.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-8622048306336452992?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/8622048306336452992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-get-back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8622048306336452992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8622048306336452992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-get-back-on-track.html' title='Let&apos;s get back on track.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQT42LjlF_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ja2TCb1Bb24/s72-c/Zac%2BEfron%2BAhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-5366958985665874165</id><published>2010-12-11T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:02:01.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU.</title><content type='html'>Ever had a feeling when you look at&lt;br /&gt;someone's photo and suddenly &lt;br /&gt;your heart's racing and you just&lt;br /&gt;want more of it?&lt;br /&gt;I have! A few moments ago,&lt;br /&gt;I went over a few pics and OMA!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! I won't tell you who though,&lt;br /&gt;private! But don't fix up any assumptions&lt;br /&gt;on the pictures. They're all clean;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, this person had the most amazing eyes&lt;br /&gt;matched with a wonderful smile.&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking it's a girl,&lt;br /&gt;please I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking it's a guy,&lt;br /&gt;please I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;But what pulled my attention most to this&lt;br /&gt;person was that she/he just had this aura.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what kind of aura but yea.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you if you look at those pics,&lt;br /&gt;you'll prolly be like AHHHHHH:))&lt;br /&gt;Girl or guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with two mangkuks &lt;br /&gt;gone crazy. (Dwi &amp; Athirah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went smoothly and no &lt;br /&gt;disappointments at all. Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I have got to share this with you!&lt;br /&gt;Recently, mum brought home 5 jars or&lt;br /&gt;jelly beans. My Allah! they were so &lt;br /&gt;wonderful! 2 Jars gone in two days.&lt;br /&gt;It melts in your mouth like never before&lt;br /&gt;I promise. If you wanna taste some of these&lt;br /&gt;wonderful jelly beans, tell me! It's awesome,&lt;br /&gt;I promisee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm going to have to sleep&lt;br /&gt;in the living room today since Bro's snoring on&lt;br /&gt;my bed right now. Buh. &lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm not gonna sleep in his room. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! I can't wait for the sleepover&lt;br /&gt;on the 25th! ARGHHHHHH!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your legs before bed okay!&lt;br /&gt;(Now I sound like my mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;(Still missing you :( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5366958985665874165?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5366958985665874165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5366958985665874165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5366958985665874165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/you.html' title='YOU.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-8905762239737745312</id><published>2010-12-11T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:50:54.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight chats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQJ2d_eoNsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dc0wM-AOet0/s1600/N..jpg_effected.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQJ2d_eoNsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dc0wM-AOet0/s320/N..jpg_effected.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549127948502054594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to talk about the &lt;br /&gt;past to someone. Though talking about the &lt;br /&gt;past may hurt us in a way, it helps&lt;br /&gt;us move forward. We get to laugh at the&lt;br /&gt;wonderful moments, learn of what&lt;br /&gt;we did wrong and most of all, compare &lt;br /&gt;between what we have now and what we had&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past has been filled with amazing moments,&lt;br /&gt;heart-breaking experiences, wonderful memories&lt;br /&gt;and everything that has caused me to be the &lt;br /&gt;person I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would always wish that I could relive the&lt;br /&gt;happy moments and leave out on the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, none of that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;We seek for the better in the future.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'm going to do from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment that's happening presently,&lt;br /&gt;before it becomes the past and wait for more&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable experiences in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past.&lt;br /&gt;Live the present.&lt;br /&gt;The future awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had one of the best chats ever,&lt;br /&gt;with you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-8905762239737745312?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/8905762239737745312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-chats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8905762239737745312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8905762239737745312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-chats.html' title='Midnight chats.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TQJ2d_eoNsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dc0wM-AOet0/s72-c/N..jpg_effected.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-1348055901164127303</id><published>2010-12-09T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:52:48.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses and Violets.</title><content type='html'>Was re-reading my previous blog&lt;br /&gt;posts and came up to &lt;br /&gt;the posts where I posted poems &lt;br /&gt;to friends. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;I was LOL(especially Freakky's part!)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMA! This makes me miss those &lt;br /&gt;bimbos more!:(&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, imma meet them soon cause&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be a SLEEPOVER (does the &lt;br /&gt;chicken dance!)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm so missing you right now:(&lt;br /&gt;This just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1348055901164127303?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1348055901164127303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/roses-and-violets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1348055901164127303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1348055901164127303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/roses-and-violets.html' title='Roses and Violets.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5754596625555091556</id><published>2010-12-09T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:38:28.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing you.'/><title type='text'>Baby Fever.</title><content type='html'>Don't you just melt when you&lt;br /&gt;get near a baby?&lt;br /&gt;You just feel like pinching their&lt;br /&gt;cheeks so hard until you feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Babies, with their over-sized pampers&lt;br /&gt;in their pants and the way they walk.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I'm in baby fever?&lt;br /&gt;Cause during training, the cutest guy&lt;br /&gt;ever came down.&lt;br /&gt;Gerrard! (Mr. Ram's cute little son)&lt;br /&gt;With his full Liverpool outfit, high socks,&lt;br /&gt;and cute little Nike shoes the size of a &lt;br /&gt;computer mouse! HAH! Did I say he was adorable?&lt;br /&gt;That cute little guy made smiles happen&lt;br /&gt;all around him. He's just so CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you should have guessed what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;Had training at 3pm and headed home straight&lt;br /&gt;after. Whole body's aching right now.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether I should head down &lt;br /&gt;to the library tomorrow or just rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's tired.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's sleeping wayyyy before her normal sleeping&lt;br /&gt;time. Dad's yawning while watching the news and &lt;br /&gt;eating asam to wake himself up.&lt;br /&gt;Brother slept through the whole afternoon. (WOAH)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, speaking of Sofian, Please do vote for him&lt;br /&gt;for his NP band competition please.&lt;br /&gt;Go to my wall and click the link.&lt;br /&gt;Your vote is much appreciated!:)&lt;br /&gt;okay terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;FARZANAH'S COMING HOME! &lt;br /&gt;AND BY HOME I MEAN SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE YAY!&lt;br /&gt;YYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT CANT WAIT CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;:))))))&lt;br /&gt;My CHBFF, finally back from Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm going for the movie with&lt;br /&gt;4E1 peeps tmr. 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe cause I'm so bored, I'll post more&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kdahbye.&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5754596625555091556?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5754596625555091556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5754596625555091556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5754596625555091556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-fever.html' title='Baby Fever.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3231271466059747489</id><published>2010-12-07T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:31:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots, go-karts and girls.</title><content type='html'>Today, was one of the most awesome-est&lt;br /&gt;day I've ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well for me since the&lt;br /&gt;start of the day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soccer girls and I went to WCP&lt;br /&gt;to have a farewell party for the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Since I only joined the CCA since a few&lt;br /&gt;weeks ago, I don't really know many of the&lt;br /&gt;seniors at all. However, despite this,&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome time because they were&lt;br /&gt;all so very welcoming. Even from the very&lt;br /&gt;first moment I stepped into the CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we had matches, played a game sorta like&lt;br /&gt;charades, had pot-luck lunch and just purely&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed ourselves:)&lt;br /&gt;It was a great stress reliever really:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I decided to skip the &lt;br /&gt;deeeessseeeerrrttttt part of the day with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;So went to Woodlands and meet love for after soo sooo&lt;br /&gt;looooooonnngggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;Then headed straight to the customs:(&lt;br /&gt;(The life of a teenager living across the border:( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tom yam kuey teow for dinner:)&lt;br /&gt;The bombzxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm so shacked right now.&lt;br /&gt;Heading to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, keep being awesome people!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3231271466059747489?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3231271466059747489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/boots-go-karts-and-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3231271466059747489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3231271466059747489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/boots-go-karts-and-girls.html' title='Boots, go-karts and girls.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4932758429478701124</id><published>2010-12-07T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:59:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and present.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went through some&lt;br /&gt;photo albums. Boy, did they&lt;br /&gt;make me think about the past!&lt;br /&gt;It's just so interesting how everything&lt;br /&gt;changed so quickly without us even realising&lt;br /&gt;it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, without a doubt, I miss the past.&lt;br /&gt;The time when I thought everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is nothing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Even now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss those times when we could &lt;br /&gt;talk like nothing mattered.&lt;br /&gt;Those times when we were the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Those times when I had many reponsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Those times when I enjoyed everyday of my&lt;br /&gt;school days.&lt;br /&gt;Those times when I know I had the best &lt;br /&gt;teachers ever. &lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why talking about the past &lt;br /&gt;makes me tear all so much. &lt;br /&gt;It's probably both the good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Cause without them, I don't think I'll&lt;br /&gt;even be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago, a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;asked me this,&lt;br /&gt;"If you could compare the past and present,&lt;br /&gt;which one would you prefer more?"&lt;br /&gt;I promised you, _________ that I'd answer your&lt;br /&gt;qns. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past has been both great and disappointing &lt;br /&gt;at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;My present however, has made me far more different&lt;br /&gt;than who I was before.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I don't like who I am &lt;br /&gt;now. I loved who I was before, always so&lt;br /&gt;carefree and happy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, that doesnt mean that I love the &lt;br /&gt;past more than the present.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wish to turn back time and be who I &lt;br /&gt;was before but I don't want to knowing that&lt;br /&gt;presently, I have made great achievements and&lt;br /&gt;friends who I can really count on.&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, I've got one qns for you,&lt;br /&gt;"If you could choose between the past and present,&lt;br /&gt;which would you pick to live in?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4932758429478701124?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4932758429478701124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/past-and-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4932758429478701124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4932758429478701124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/past-and-present.html' title='Past and present.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5092511007893729416</id><published>2010-12-05T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:03:45.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's marathon up!</title><content type='html'>Today, I experienced my first&lt;br /&gt;real race:)&lt;br /&gt;The soccer girls and I took part&lt;br /&gt;in the Standard Chartered Marathon for &lt;br /&gt;the 10km run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was packed with &lt;br /&gt;runners of different races and nationality.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was close to intense and&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited for the race to start.&lt;br /&gt;Ran together with Nabilah for the whole&lt;br /&gt;of the race. Non-stop action for a whole&lt;br /&gt;of 8km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2km was the most toughest to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;It was dreadful and all I felt was to just &lt;br /&gt;walk to the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, running to the finishing line&lt;br /&gt;was just something that was aimed for&lt;br /&gt;since the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was just awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, headed down to Abby's &lt;br /&gt;place to visit her. She was involved&lt;br /&gt;in a car accident. Poor Abby:(&lt;br /&gt;The visit was sorta a mini "deepavali"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! kk, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home early as my body was &lt;br /&gt;literally aching all over!&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and I took the best bath ever!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even have the energy to eat dinner &lt;br /&gt;but apparently, I was forced to by mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYS TO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABANG NADZRI IN BEING __ YEARS OF AGE!&lt;br /&gt;(don't ask for reasons concerning the blank spaces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY DEAREST IN BEING 64 YEARS OF AGE!&lt;br /&gt;(yes, 64, like they say , old and wise^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Imma rest at home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the farewell party&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday! West Coast Babayyy!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't stop yawning now.&lt;br /&gt;So I believe I need to head for &lt;br /&gt;the bed!:) &lt;br /&gt;One night of not sleeping in my bed was&lt;br /&gt;enough to make me miss it!&lt;br /&gt;Alright peepos!&lt;br /&gt;Gdnight and sweetdreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, tmr is the New Year in the Islamic calender.&lt;br /&gt;So do what you're suppose to okay people.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, HE is to be prioritized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5092511007893729416?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5092511007893729416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-marathon-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5092511007893729416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5092511007893729416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-marathon-up.html' title='Let&apos;s marathon up!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6597167303061158027</id><published>2010-12-01T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:12:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinary Eleven.</title><content type='html'>Hello hello people!&lt;br /&gt;I've not been posting up recently.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just tell you about yesterday:)&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, The fantastic five ,&lt;br /&gt;(Sara, Farhan Afiq, Ralph, Maxine and I)&lt;br /&gt;went over to Farah's place to surprise &lt;br /&gt;her in occasion to her eleventh birthday!&lt;br /&gt;It was a great feeling having to &lt;br /&gt;make someone smile on her own birthday:)&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, how I wish I could relive my eleventh.&lt;br /&gt;Things were so ... free and ... less complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, had an awesome time celebrating little&lt;br /&gt;Farah's special day. Made videos, had a song&lt;br /&gt;session, ate cake, ate food and all those &lt;br /&gt;awesome stuff:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the presents and surprise&lt;br /&gt;cutie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so now I'm resting at home&lt;br /&gt;trying to recover my fever and flu and what not&lt;br /&gt;by tonight. There's soccer training&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow and I wouldn't miss it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;Idk, it's just so fun and exciting once it comes&lt;br /&gt;to training. I get to be myself. Yea thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad's sick too:(&lt;br /&gt;That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Not sending dad to the docs today cause apparently,&lt;br /&gt;everyone's too sick:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were three bears.&lt;br /&gt;Mama bear, papa bear and lil bear ( haha 'lil and&lt;br /&gt;cute ^^). They were so sick that they had to &lt;br /&gt;rest at home for the whole day. Then, aofbw24973&lt;br /&gt;haha to heck with the story.&lt;br /&gt;We're just sick people that needs rest okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts as hell!&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, my eyesight is getting&lt;br /&gt;really bad too.&lt;br /&gt;One moment everything is clear,&lt;br /&gt;next thing I know, it's so blurr.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna find something &lt;br /&gt;to do that doesnt need so much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post later.&lt;br /&gt;(or not heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6597167303061158027?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6597167303061158027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/extraordinary-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6597167303061158027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6597167303061158027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/12/extraordinary-eleven.html' title='Extraordinary Eleven.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7199448500305576594</id><published>2010-11-26T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:31:02.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deathly Hallows!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, sorry for not keeping&lt;br /&gt;up to my promise of posting the other&lt;br /&gt;night, was just tired.:/ heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today? &lt;br /&gt;Technically yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome day with Mr.FAJ!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter and the Deathly&lt;br /&gt;Hallows Part 1 and it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, we bumped into Ralph, Max,&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah and Randon.:) &lt;br /&gt;Then went to meet Sara and bus-ed our&lt;br /&gt;way to CSC to BOWL baybay!&lt;br /&gt;AND NADZ'S SCORE WAS A TOTAL OF:&lt;br /&gt;139! :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's bad but still improved^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home and my family and I &lt;br /&gt;dined in at PIZZA HUT~ (sings the theme song)&lt;br /&gt;Ate till we were bloated!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tmr, Imma head down to cineleisure to &lt;br /&gt;watch HP &amp; the Deathly Hallows Part 1 again&lt;br /&gt;but this time with Brother Sofian!&lt;br /&gt;Planning to head to town to shop &lt;br /&gt;and have some family time!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Can't wait for tmr! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Finally town, here I come! hehe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq, I'm loving the shoes:) &lt;br /&gt;Thank you x 1 million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7199448500305576594?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7199448500305576594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/deathly-hallows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7199448500305576594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7199448500305576594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/deathly-hallows.html' title='The Deathly Hallows!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2987325650708771935</id><published>2010-11-24T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:37:42.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 22nd. (Monday)</title><content type='html'>It was the Sultan's (Johor)&lt;br /&gt;Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Also, on that day, &lt;br /&gt;I had awesome fun with &lt;br /&gt;Afiq, Ralph and Sara!&lt;br /&gt;Also with Ralph's mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go shopping at JB which&lt;br /&gt;we did! &lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to be their tour guide&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think I did a good&lt;br /&gt;job at all! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, shopping at City Square &lt;br /&gt;mall with them was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Ben and Jerry's ice cream, ate more&lt;br /&gt;ice cream, bought stuff (what would shopping&lt;br /&gt;be then?) and well just enjoyed ourselves:)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we ate at Seasons which is kinda like&lt;br /&gt;Swensens in Singapore cause the food and menu&lt;br /&gt;are most likely similar. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Aunty (inserts name) (sorry Ralph,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot your mum's name that's why I just&lt;br /&gt;called her Aunty..... the whole time!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, will update more on the past days&lt;br /&gt;later at night (insya'allah).&lt;br /&gt;Right now imma fetch mum and Brother Sofian&lt;br /&gt;with dad and have dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, love you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2987325650708771935?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2987325650708771935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-22nd-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2987325650708771935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2987325650708771935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-22nd-monday.html' title='On the 22nd. (Monday)'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1903924792157705546</id><published>2010-11-20T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:51:49.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TOfgD-uy5TI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LERn0NR8QcY/s1600/Photo-0250.jpg_effected.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TOfgD-uy5TI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LERn0NR8QcY/s320/Photo-0250.jpg_effected.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541644225486185778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there ever a time when&lt;br /&gt;you just feel calm and collected?&lt;br /&gt;When you feel that nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;except for the one that's standing right&lt;br /&gt;in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you're happy and&lt;br /&gt;nothing is wrong at all.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I felt secured and just happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing his smile really made my night.&lt;br /&gt;No, just seeing him makes my night.&lt;br /&gt;The way he talks, walks, smile&lt;br /&gt;and everything else is just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel so calm that sometimes I can't &lt;br /&gt;even stop smiling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Speechless. I can't fully explain&lt;br /&gt;this wonderful feeling inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that this feeling will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1903924792157705546?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1903924792157705546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-else-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1903924792157705546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1903924792157705546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-else-matters.html' title='Nothing else matters.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TOfgD-uy5TI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LERn0NR8QcY/s72-c/Photo-0250.jpg_effected.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-3914555836792678378</id><published>2010-11-20T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:24:41.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's KFC!</title><content type='html'>Today turned out really well:)&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dwi, Athirah, Munira and I&lt;br /&gt;planned to meet up at FCC's KFC &lt;br /&gt;outlet to catch up on things.&lt;br /&gt;Why FCC's KFC outlet?&lt;br /&gt;Cause Dwi said it brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;of when we were in Fuchun Sec. Hah!:)&lt;br /&gt;Ah, those days:)&lt;br /&gt;So we sat and talked and took crazy pictures&lt;br /&gt;from 1.30 to 7.30.&lt;br /&gt;But by 7 plus, the only people left were&lt;br /&gt;Athirah and me. Enjoyed myself talking to &lt;br /&gt;Athirah. It's always good to have someone &lt;br /&gt;to listen to you and to know that &lt;br /&gt;you're lending a listening ear too!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed down to Marsiling &lt;br /&gt;station to meet FAJ.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a short walk I had&lt;br /&gt;the best 15 mins walk ever:)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats having to talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;you love:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm here getting ready for my &lt;br /&gt;How I met your mother series marathon!:))&lt;br /&gt;Currently at season 4!:)&lt;br /&gt;If those How I met your mother fans&lt;br /&gt;are wondering who I like best in the series,&lt;br /&gt;I love Barney and Robin!&lt;br /&gt;Barney for his confident yet comical character.&lt;br /&gt;And Robin for her perspective that brings the&lt;br /&gt;show to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gdnight lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam, Nadz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3914555836792678378?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3914555836792678378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-kfc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3914555836792678378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3914555836792678378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-kfc.html' title='Let&apos;s KFC!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-642819315416797562</id><published>2010-11-20T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:55:55.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivity.</title><content type='html'>As clearly as my blog posts show it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm without a doubt, a very&lt;br /&gt;sensitive person. Even the slightest of&lt;br /&gt;things affect me. My level of sesitiveness&lt;br /&gt;is as high as the peak of Mount E. &lt;br /&gt;This part of me really sucks cause it&lt;br /&gt;always causes problems for me and &lt;br /&gt;the people around me. Sometimes, I just &lt;br /&gt;wish to be less sensitive about small little &lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made a very huge mistake of letting&lt;br /&gt;my feelings conquer myself and the actions&lt;br /&gt;I made. The consequence - I made a close friend &lt;br /&gt;feel really bad and down. I promise, with&lt;br /&gt;all my heart that I regretted every single bit&lt;br /&gt;of my act. No words can describe how &lt;br /&gt;remourseful I feel. I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! How stupid can I be right?&lt;br /&gt;I just hope things will still be the same&lt;br /&gt;soon enough cause I don't wanna lose anything&lt;br /&gt;or change anything. Everything was perfect &lt;br /&gt;the way it should be but apparently, I had to&lt;br /&gt;be the cause of this mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you'll read this or not&lt;br /&gt;but I hope you do know that I am utterly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I promise next time I won't relate this small-of-&lt;br /&gt;a-deal to something else. I promise. Just please &lt;br /&gt;hear me out. I don't want anything to change.&lt;br /&gt;I still want things to be the way it should be &lt;br /&gt;and I still want things to be as close &lt;br /&gt;as it was. I am sincerely sorry. You may &lt;br /&gt;be mad at me, idk but I just hope you do know&lt;br /&gt;that I regret every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid and insensitive towards your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-642819315416797562?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/642819315416797562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/sensitivity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/642819315416797562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/642819315416797562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7834162660935464254</id><published>2010-11-17T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:45:59.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TOMyJhGRSiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VxyLuQy0BWE/s1600/SDC12150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4umTB4zZWI/TOMyJhGRSiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VxyLuQy0BWE/s320/SDC12150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540327105680722466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all&lt;br /&gt;those humble muslims out there!:)&lt;br /&gt;May today be as joyful as it should&lt;br /&gt;be and a memorable one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Athirah, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;During Hari Raya Haji, we sembeleh&lt;br /&gt;both lembu AND kambing! &lt;br /&gt;So lembing and kambu it should be!:)&lt;br /&gt;hehe!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, apologies for not posting &lt;br /&gt;these few days. Had a packed schedule &lt;br /&gt;of work, school, training and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my appeal results and &lt;br /&gt;it was successful. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else what else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving what my life is offering me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this change that I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving what this has made me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving almost everything I'm given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken the thought to throw all those&lt;br /&gt;stupid assumptions away and just go with the&lt;br /&gt;flow. If it means not making things worse,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it:) I mean, it's all about looking&lt;br /&gt;at things in a positive way. In that, nothing&lt;br /&gt;wrong will happen!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my Hari Raya Haji '10 is going great!&lt;br /&gt;What's more to add if you have your family&lt;br /&gt;celebrating together with you? Plus &lt;br /&gt;the amazing dishes in the kitchen! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, won't waste my meaningful day on &lt;br /&gt;the net. Gonna log off soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm loving everyone I see:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7834162660935464254?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7834162660935464254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7834162660935464254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7834162660935464254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak!'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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/_i4umTB4zZWI/TOMyJhGRSiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VxyLuQy0BWE/s72-c/SDC12150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087744323751049030.post-7542790704004312986</id><published>2010-11-09T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:31:03.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lastly, this is for you.</title><content type='html'>I can find only one word&lt;br /&gt;to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise,&lt;br /&gt;you're like my dream guy&lt;br /&gt;turned into reality.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I've ever wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;But thing is, I'm not saying these&lt;br /&gt;stuff about you just because I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this because I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, of course.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, you're perfect in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wished and prayed for came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that this is no just a dream&lt;br /&gt;that we're floating on, it's reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7542790704004312986?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7542790704004312986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/lastly-this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7542790704004312986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7542790704004312986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/lastly-this-is-for-you.html' title='Lastly, this is for you.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6235613691893972556</id><published>2010-11-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:06:22.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This goes to you.</title><content type='html'>I've been in more worse situations&lt;br /&gt;compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;I won't change my attitude towards you&lt;br /&gt;cause well, you're a human and you're &lt;br /&gt;still my friend.&lt;br /&gt;But what you did, made me realise&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes, even though someone &lt;br /&gt;may show himself as a person who is &lt;br /&gt;trustworthy of your trust, they may &lt;br /&gt;not necessarily be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say about you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just pray that things will go &lt;br /&gt;easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fullstop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6235613691893972556?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6235613691893972556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-goes-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6235613691893972556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6235613691893972556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-goes-to-you.html' title='This goes to you.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2592877811400517401</id><published>2010-11-09T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:01:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Town East.</title><content type='html'>UHUH! You guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Sebastian had a &lt;br /&gt;chalet organised and yep I went!:)&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda last minute though.&lt;br /&gt;I knew about it only a day before and &lt;br /&gt;on the day itself Shreedhya and mum&lt;br /&gt;had a conversation together on the phone!:)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shreedhya, I could go!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadayadayada!&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;What's more better than having to spend&lt;br /&gt;a whole night with great friends and special&lt;br /&gt;ones&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight from Pasir Ris which was on one end&lt;br /&gt;of Singapore, I went to school to attend&lt;br /&gt;soccer training!&lt;br /&gt;It was GREAT and AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;After training headed to mama shop to eat&lt;br /&gt;with Dulcie, Eunice and Nabilah.&lt;br /&gt;And since I had loads of time, all of us&lt;br /&gt;went down to City Hall and accompanied Dulcie &lt;br /&gt;and her look-alike sister to get&lt;br /&gt;Dulcie her first set of jeans in 10 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days were great days!&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I gotta get some sleep cause&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are so tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2592877811400517401?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2592877811400517401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/down-town-east.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2592877811400517401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2592877811400517401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/down-town-east.html' title='Down Town East.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1443251161622492120</id><published>2010-11-07T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:22:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.</title><content type='html'>True that! (to the title I mean)&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had a great breakfast&lt;br /&gt;with my family. &lt;br /&gt;I realised that even with just&lt;br /&gt;toast and a cup of cocoa, you can&lt;br /&gt;have the best family breakfast &lt;br /&gt;ever. And the best part of this is having&lt;br /&gt;great conversations with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of breakfast already,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry:/&lt;br /&gt;Starving actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the morning with chores&lt;br /&gt;that has been dragged for weeks and weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Had THE BEST asam pedas ever for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;(Guess who cooked^^)&lt;br /&gt;Slept through half of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Watched How I met your mother till 9pm&lt;br /&gt;on my bed. HAH! It's awesome as shitzxzs!&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here searching the ways of how&lt;br /&gt;to get to Hougang Primary School because I'm&lt;br /&gt;posted there for work tmr! heh.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so that's about it for today I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMA! I'm missing you as hell.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when I was going through my &lt;br /&gt;drawers today, I saw a note that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;months ago. No like really, months and months&lt;br /&gt;agooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wrote," If I had one wish, I'd not wish for us&lt;br /&gt;to be together but instead wish for us to be meant&lt;br /&gt;for each other. In that, I'll know that even though&lt;br /&gt;I'm not with you, I still know that somewhere&lt;br /&gt;in that heart of yours, lies a small space.&lt;br /&gt;A small little space that fits me&lt;br /&gt;in perfectly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, part of that wish came true.&lt;br /&gt;But even better, now I have you.:) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1443251161622492120?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1443251161622492120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/breakfast-is-most-important-meal-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1443251161622492120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1443251161622492120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/breakfast-is-most-important-meal-of-day.html' title='Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5920951370756031838</id><published>2010-11-06T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:57:47.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The box that influences.</title><content type='html'>Oh, and my television&lt;br /&gt;is spoilt. So no entertainment&lt;br /&gt;except for the lappie.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man, no more CSI for a whole&lt;br /&gt;week:((&lt;br /&gt;No more Hannah Montana:(&lt;br /&gt;No more HBO:(&lt;br /&gt;No more Cinemax:(&lt;br /&gt;No more Star Movies:(&lt;br /&gt;No more OPRAH:(&lt;br /&gt;NO more Sonny With a Chance:(&lt;br /&gt;No more Malaysia Dramas :))))&lt;br /&gt;No more Malaysia News :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, please come fast.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch TV again! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5920951370756031838?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5920951370756031838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/box-that-influences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5920951370756031838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5920951370756031838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/box-that-influences.html' title='The box that influences.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-2503783837137015125</id><published>2010-11-06T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:25:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfront.</title><content type='html'>For a relationship to work well,&lt;br /&gt;both sides must be able to &lt;br /&gt;communicate well with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Share every hidden secret, be truthful,&lt;br /&gt;never hesitate to tell the other one&lt;br /&gt;how you feel anytime anywhere because &lt;br /&gt;those may be the moments which will&lt;br /&gt;be hard to be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I told you what I needed&lt;br /&gt;to tell you. I hope you understand how I&lt;br /&gt;feel. It's not easy trying to express out &lt;br /&gt;what I felt deep inside, it explains&lt;br /&gt;why it took half an hour of silence before &lt;br /&gt;I said anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever obstacles we face, I hope we are&lt;br /&gt;able withstand it together. I have nothing&lt;br /&gt;kept inside already.&lt;br /&gt;All is said. &lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-2503783837137015125?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/2503783837137015125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/waterfront.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2503783837137015125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/2503783837137015125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/waterfront.html' title='Waterfront.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-4259138793981074348</id><published>2010-11-05T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:41:57.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The after-effect.</title><content type='html'>Spent most of the day out&lt;br /&gt;with my family today. Needed time&lt;br /&gt;to run away from all the shit that's happening&lt;br /&gt;in this brain of mine. Apparently, &lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. The problems just kept&lt;br /&gt;on playing on my mind:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna blurt the truth out to you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep this in no longer.&lt;br /&gt;I need my freedom of speech this time.&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable or not, it involves feelings.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings.&lt;br /&gt;So hear me out this time since usually, &lt;br /&gt;I insist of not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah, help me in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-4259138793981074348?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/4259138793981074348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4259138793981074348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/4259138793981074348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-effect.html' title='The after-effect.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6256268983541355742</id><published>2010-11-05T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:19:19.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the fourth.</title><content type='html'>Today(technically ytd) was my first day attending&lt;br /&gt;soccer training and I felt like&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't something I was dragged to&lt;br /&gt;do, it's something that really made &lt;br /&gt;my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training rushed to Woodlands&lt;br /&gt;to meet Munira, Athirah, Dwi and Freak.&lt;br /&gt;Talked and catched up on things.&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun, having to meet &lt;br /&gt;friends who has been there for you for &lt;br /&gt;years and years. Cause eventually, they&lt;br /&gt;know you best.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, today was the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;The last day:&lt;br /&gt;For me to enjoy being classmates with the people&lt;br /&gt;in 10A4.&lt;br /&gt;For me to be able to sit with them as a class&lt;br /&gt;in a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;For me to enjoy the company of great friends in&lt;br /&gt;10A4.&lt;br /&gt;For me to have the opportunity to be called&lt;br /&gt;their classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year's something that I am looking&lt;br /&gt;forward to. It's a year of change, Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6256268983541355742?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6256268983541355742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-fifth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6256268983541355742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6256268983541355742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-fifth.html' title='On the fourth.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-5987208410945714169</id><published>2010-10-30T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:42:27.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstab.</title><content type='html'>At the mention of your name,&lt;br /&gt;my mood totally went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the point of &lt;br /&gt;you doing this to me and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;It's like your mind is full of negative&lt;br /&gt;thoughts about everyone but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You pretend to be on both sides. Yes,&lt;br /&gt;PRETEND. And when a conflict appears,&lt;br /&gt;you chicken your way out saying you have&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spread rumors about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You change a perspective of a person&lt;br /&gt;just to get back to the other person.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you are not satisfied &lt;br /&gt;with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendship with you was true.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all that you did because I thought&lt;br /&gt;you changed. So I thought. &lt;br /&gt;It's very disappointing to hear it from&lt;br /&gt;someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so sensitive about this?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really treasured our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;And you had to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;This is just so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through all those tough&lt;br /&gt;moments with you and I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for credibility on my side&lt;br /&gt;but at least treasure our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm a wonderfully perfect&lt;br /&gt;friend myself but at least I treasure friendships&lt;br /&gt;enough to know that this should not be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, disappointed and mad.&lt;br /&gt;This is just so backfiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't do anything to help you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What for if you don't even treasure this?&lt;br /&gt;Imma put my hands down on this.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you all the best if this continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-5987208410945714169?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/5987208410945714169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/backstab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5987208410945714169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/5987208410945714169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/backstab.html' title='Backstab.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-8726573260492751704</id><published>2010-10-30T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:21:43.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's stay strong.</title><content type='html'>I have the best parents in the&lt;br /&gt;world. I'm not just saying this,&lt;br /&gt;I really really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay strong for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repeat the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;I need to change, this time I really &lt;br /&gt;NEED to.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot afford to disappoint anymore&lt;br /&gt;people. :'(&lt;br /&gt;They might think low of me already.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just have to persevere on.&lt;br /&gt;It's better to fail now than in the future.&lt;br /&gt;This is just a phase in my life that I have&lt;br /&gt;to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;I've made too many mistakes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that I wanna change but&lt;br /&gt;I tend to lose track and focus.&lt;br /&gt;I have to make this work for me.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, &lt;br /&gt;please do help me in this.&lt;br /&gt;I need all the help that I can get from you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation, I need you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-8726573260492751704?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/8726573260492751704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-stay-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8726573260492751704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/8726573260492751704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-stay-strong.html' title='Let&apos;s stay strong.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6805482407354940318</id><published>2010-10-27T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:15:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yah, everything's going perfectly fine.</title><content type='html'>I've been staring at this&lt;br /&gt;screen for almost an hour now and &lt;br /&gt;still don't have a clue on how to&lt;br /&gt;portray what I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think I can express&lt;br /&gt;it out verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I should be happy,&lt;br /&gt;sad or mad or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;No really, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not gonna lie and say that I am&lt;br /&gt;having the best life ever now.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;But please don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna explain further but I'm lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yah I got a job.&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Boring life as usual.(Don't get me&lt;br /&gt;wrong about this either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now officially sound like an emo-freako.&lt;br /&gt;Idc. But I know I'm not stupid enough to &lt;br /&gt;waste my time thinking of suicidal poems and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Kay now I'm just crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;from this human who is purely&lt;br /&gt;going through the routines of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6805482407354940318?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6805482407354940318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/yah-everythings-going-perfectly-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6805482407354940318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6805482407354940318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/yah-everythings-going-perfectly-fine.html' title='Yah, everything&apos;s going perfectly fine.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-7175958647929166733</id><published>2010-10-21T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:27:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear-my-mind day.</title><content type='html'>Today I gave school skip and rested &lt;br /&gt;at home. Exams are over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not suppose to be a reason&lt;br /&gt;for me to skip school but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;everybody needs a rest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda just purely rested today.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to not think of anything much&lt;br /&gt;either. Which brings us to the point of&lt;br /&gt;why I call today "clear-my-mind" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really text/called anyone today.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i put my phone actually.&lt;br /&gt;Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I cleared most of what's in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to say really.&lt;br /&gt;Night then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;From the girl who thinks that,&lt;br /&gt;friends are like apples in a basket.&lt;br /&gt;There are some rotten ones and then there&lt;br /&gt;are some which are as juicy as it can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-7175958647929166733?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/7175958647929166733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/clear-my-mind-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7175958647929166733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/7175958647929166733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/clear-my-mind-day.html' title='Clear-my-mind day.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-1576357702198610231</id><published>2010-10-21T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:04:42.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one's perfect.</title><content type='html'>Today, I had a convo with Fzn.&lt;br /&gt;Our convo made me realise that&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we tend to forget &lt;br /&gt;the people that made a difference&lt;br /&gt;in our lives. Sometimes, because of&lt;br /&gt;a busy schedule we don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;to ask the other person on whether or not &lt;br /&gt;they are fine and alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this, we can see whether or not&lt;br /&gt;the person is someone who you can&lt;br /&gt;really regard to as a great friend&lt;br /&gt;or just someone who just comes in your life&lt;br /&gt;and then goes on like any other normal people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I can't be categorised as a "great friend"&lt;br /&gt;and most of the time, I fall under the second&lt;br /&gt;column. To all my friends, I promise to&lt;br /&gt;try and change and try to get to be a "great friend"&lt;br /&gt;but I won't promise that it WILL happen.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Enough blabbering already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-1576357702198610231?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/1576357702198610231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-ones-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1576357702198610231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/1576357702198610231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-ones-perfect.html' title='No one&apos;s perfect.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-6362824034936671370</id><published>2010-10-20T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:25:20.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YNOH.IKI.IOYK.</title><content type='html'>I feel like typing everything&lt;br /&gt;that's on my mind out.&lt;br /&gt;But yknow what, I won't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Reality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and emotions suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the verge of crying.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, yet again, I won't&lt;br /&gt;bother to. &lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna understand what's&lt;br /&gt;in this head of mine.&lt;br /&gt;It's a place that no one would wish&lt;br /&gt;to even go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iubfuowebgfsalfnjmsd[gnulgpsdof hcduighmiahr j&lt;br /&gt;jfh[owbugxcodu xfncmgaxfh odufhx odfh x&lt;br /&gt;bdfousbxv dfohucxmfxioahsdm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!_#)@#*&amp;y)#*Y)@#Y#)*y@)y@#&lt;br /&gt;!#)*Y($&amp;T@(#&amp;t@#*T#@*)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no good night today.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a terrible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;From this human who just wishes to&lt;br /&gt;shut everything down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-6362824034936671370?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/6362824034936671370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/ynohikiioyk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6362824034936671370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/6362824034936671370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/ynohikiioyk.html' title='YNOH.IKI.IOYK.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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-1087744323751049030.post-3982449258888694157</id><published>2010-10-17T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:27:59.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimed wrongly, cause I'm missing you.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. i'm just lazy and sick to post&lt;br /&gt;anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had gastric yesterday. Don't wanna ever&lt;br /&gt;talk about it. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been playing a lot of&lt;br /&gt;Sims 3 to make me distracted. &lt;br /&gt;My brain's not functioning well, only&lt;br /&gt;god knows why:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunts came over today.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back a few hours ago from &lt;br /&gt;Singgah Selalu (JB). It was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found out from Mr.Fadzil that&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go for the first-aid &lt;br /&gt;course thingy on Monday to Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;That'll take all my time to join my class&lt;br /&gt;for post-exam activities which will really&lt;br /&gt;suck!:(( &lt;br /&gt;Allah please:( I don't wanna go for the first-aid&lt;br /&gt;thing again. I've been through this&lt;br /&gt;already:(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now I got a choice of &lt;br /&gt;going to hockey or floorball.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know which to choose now:/&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWTSYN!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;From the girl who wishes that life was &lt;br /&gt;like The Sims 3, with cheat codes,&lt;br /&gt;you can do almost anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087744323751049030-3982449258888694157?l=orange-porange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/feeds/3982449258888694157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/aimed-wrongly-cause-im-missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3982449258888694157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087744323751049030/posts/default/3982449258888694157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-porange.blogspot.com/2010/10/aimed-wrongly-cause-im-missing-you.html' title='Aimed wrongly, cause I&apos;m missing you.'/><author><name>Nadzirah.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11697739644541263656</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>
