<?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-14590776</id><updated>2011-11-13T22:18:27.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hot Passion</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes, you wonder. Why does it have to get so freaking hard?! Make it easier dammit! And you realise it's simple. Remove that mask, put away those faces. Come forth as YOU, without all that mess. It's tough though. No doubt. But we'll manage. Behind facades.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-7507865919975848426</id><published>2007-01-28T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:11:49.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As good as it gets babeh</title><content type='html'>So apparently, this blog has been more happening since I long (kinda) declared it DEAD. (check out the last post thank you!) Interesting, but anyway, right now, this blogger is residing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://-littleblackbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding whether to shift back to this white page or stick to the black one, cos I managed to get this account to work! Like finally. Friggin irritating man, this Gmail, google business. But hey, it's a-okay with me now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I? But I kinda like my current blog. hahah. Weird ass. Getting so wind up bcos of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, see you people around, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And um, in case of.. whatever really, you can always email me, &lt;a href="mailto:behind_facades@hotmail.com"&gt;behind_facades@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; (dont comment on the email add pls, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Huda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-7507865919975848426?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7507865919975848426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=7507865919975848426' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/7507865919975848426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/7507865919975848426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-good-as-it-gets-babeh.html' title='As good as it gets babeh'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-116047294818723817</id><published>2006-10-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:35:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My other predicament</title><content type='html'>Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do relationships have to be so hard?! Fuck you, I'm not talking about &lt;em&gt;couple &lt;/em&gt;relationships. Although that probably has to be hard (more so). I here, am referring to simple (or not) people-people relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kills relationships? Inbalance. And crack-brained twits who dont know shit about the term "compromise". Ironic really cos crack-brained, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is stupid. Although understandable. But it leaves you wondering, "Not worth it huh". And &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;is what I lack comprehension in. :/ Yeah, I am worth it, shoot me for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go. It just really isnt nice when you're the one being "freed" without really being freed. Go figure, cos honestly, I've yet to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-116047294818723817?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/116047294818723817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=116047294818723817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/116047294818723817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/116047294818723817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-other-predicament.html' title='My other predicament'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-116032049709925161</id><published>2006-10-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:38:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(still) Awaiting the funeral</title><content type='html'>So. It's been a while and will continue to be so till... The O'levels are officially six feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.O.D (Date of Death): 20th Nov 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so obsessed about the Carters/BSB, all things Nick Carter related basically. Downloaded a whole load of stuff (radio interviews/photos) and watching youtube like crazy when I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;go online. (Which is pretty rare actually. Okay so I sneak 5 minutes here and there to simply check my mail and friendster&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; this page. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/em&gt; (One "L"! Yes! I've noticed!). Finally. Cos I never got around to actually watching it. See, I've been recommended to watch it a couple of times. Unexpectedly, it's pretty good! I like the plot. I wna go to Greece! It's so pretty. Ha, the guys not bad too lah but well, I'd be there to &lt;em&gt;sight-see&lt;/em&gt;! Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridgit is HAWT. Her legs omg her legs! Haha and she was so cool flirting with Eric the "forbidden guy". Her confidence was man.. Totally admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried the most when Bailey said that the magic was the fact that the pants brought Tibby to her. God I'm such a sucker for stupid small tear-jerker scenes that arent even tear-jerkers really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick went out with Ashlee Simpson to get back at Hilton for cheating on him with Chad &lt;em&gt;freakin'&lt;/em&gt; Michael &lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt; Murray when he was still with Sophia Bush!!! Poor Nick and Sophia. I mean I do love him in One Tree Hill and all. BUT OMG ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="470" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/untitled.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick. &lt;33&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I managed to catch the video of Paris Hilton's new single. And you know what. Even though she was such a cow to Nick, my poor poor Nick; hah ironic, I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;it. The song's cute enough, better than Stars Are Blind. But the video was wow! Love it, love it, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="360" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/hilton.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Obviously, inspired by the movie &lt;em&gt;Girl Next Door&lt;/em&gt;, the plot's the same, even shot exact scenes! And if my eyes didnt trick me, I thought I saw Elicia Cuthbert in the opening scene, where the seriously-Emile-lookalike got his head dunked in the toilet bowl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The music vid for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSfqQDtg1ZE"&gt;Nothing In This World&lt;/a&gt; is interesting and fun to watch to say the least. For me, vids with a storyline are the best! It's even quite inspiring, you know? Of course, with that said, you're probably wondering.. "Inspired? By Paris Hilton? Do you wna be the next riches-to-porn-to-stardom-forgiven-slut?!" And yeah, not like I'm Ivana Trump or smth to get all inspired to build an empire just cos Daddy has one so I can "make a name for myself"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But the video's cute! Positive message and all; "Sometimes the loser wins." Being realistic, &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;has gone to trash. Put up four new ones to constantly remind me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She's still a bitch to Nick but hey, she's Paris. And for the record (not that it'd really matter anyway) but I dont think Shanna hit her or whatever, and even if she &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;, Paris probably provoked her. Hello, she was &lt;em&gt;married &lt;/em&gt;to Travis, they had a reality show together and I've always thought they were awfully sweet as a couple. (Travis and Shanna not Travis and Paris!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And! Look! I came across this picture while searching under Lindsay Lohan! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 526px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/vanityfair.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ha! I totally bagged this copy lah when I first laid eyes on it at Borders back in 2003. Go me! The rest of the magazine was pretty much redundant apart from the alot-of-pages of the cover girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why was I googling for Lindsay in the first place? Well, cause I kinda miss her cos she's been pretty quiet lately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 433px" height="450" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/hot.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She's not as hot as she was (as in hot, appearing on PITNB every 3 days, hello, have you not noticed? *points above* She's piping hot, people). Definitely not on the same par as Hilton/Richie/Brangelina gang anymore in Celeb News.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All she has to do is go get herself another 40 year old actor who's craving the limelight once more. Ya hear Bruce? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Books are driving me insane. Chemistry is really argh. Maths.. well, there's this sorta rhythm about this peculiar subject which I detest the Greeks for though I think it's cool that supposedly their language's the hardest to master, and their houses are arranged so similarly yet differently! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(offtracking, and I wonder why the marker commented that I went out of point in my essay)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bathed Kieffy just now. You know, even my cats use (fur) conditioner! That's my girl! She was quite obedient today. Even though I shampoo, rinse, shampoo, rinse her using a shampoo meant for white coated persians, I still cant get rid of her yellow spots! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Should I try to do the Lit Unseen work Mrs Peh gave us? Hm. She has been nice.. So maybe one will do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, gotta go now. The laxatives I've taken in in the past 3 hours (read:tea, coffee, coke) are doing a fine job. Oh yeah! Hello Mrs Chew! Sorry for updating lah. Once in a while only! (; AMATHS=COOL. (suck up I know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-116032049709925161?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/116032049709925161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=116032049709925161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/116032049709925161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/116032049709925161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-awaiting-funeral.html' title='(still) Awaiting the funeral'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115988284795144900</id><published>2006-10-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:40:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the verge of losing it</title><content type='html'>So things (generally) haven't been all that fab. Am I gna address all that? No. Anyway, so my brother very enthusiastically got Koko a cat collar (not a dog one it's written on the package "cat collar").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="476" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/03-10-06_2057.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(the lamp looks freaky cool) And since then, she'll move about for no reason just to hear the bell jingle. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115988284795144900?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115988284795144900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115988284795144900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115988284795144900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115988284795144900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-verge-of-losing-it.html' title='On the verge of losing it'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115975756502611643</id><published>2006-10-02T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:45:22.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession kicking in good</title><content type='html'>You've &lt;em&gt;got &lt;/em&gt;to see this. I couldnt stop laughing. Major dorks, I swear. Just the way I like them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On the set of "Drowning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_UyiwJuO5U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115975756502611643?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115975756502611643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115975756502611643' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115975756502611643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115975756502611643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/10/obsession-kicking-in-good.html' title='Obsession kicking in good'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115971661288351522</id><published>2006-10-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:59:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You become whoever raises you</title><content type='html'>A very Happy Childrens' Day to you guys. We're all still kids at heart. &lt;em&gt;Kid&lt;/em&gt; kid. Childish and immature. Now where's that very big and very pink Barbie doll house my father bought me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, or rather night has been very eventful. A lot of words exchanged, a lot of drama, a lot of tears, a lot of shouting, a lot of rediscovering, a lot of love. Sometimes, I dont know what to make of my family. Crazy, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm harsh sometimes. Tactless, even. But I dont get it! And for god's sake, it's funny how &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;have to be the one relenting and &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;not retaliating (at all; I stood there staring &lt;em&gt;past/through &lt;/em&gt;you) and I'm 8 years younger than you. Hello. You seriously think I cant have a war of words with you and not have a fair (dare I say good) chance of winning?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class? &lt;em&gt;None&lt;/em&gt;. I felt really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;insulted outside that car building. (We were looking around for a new car after breaking fast at this Thai place) You &lt;em&gt;did &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;have to come at me like that. I was pretty damn offended thank you. But still I held it together, sucked in my pride, put on that "mature face" and tried my darn best to look as nonchalant as I could. You dont deserve the satisfaction that you got me. And you got me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse, my whole family witnessed it and &lt;em&gt;none &lt;/em&gt;of my parents did anything about it! (or so I thought) I felt so &lt;em&gt;abandoned&lt;/em&gt;! Like I wasnt worth defending or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the other car place at Bukit Timah, I got lectured by Mother. I suppose she &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;right. Not that I'm entirely wrong lah. I guess I still have to work on my mouth and its dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, adults say they cant stand the "varnish" to quote Krishna. But when you state facts, they take it &lt;em&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;fuckin'&lt;/strong&gt; personally. &lt;/em&gt;I dont get it. They say honesty's the best policy. Darn right I am, for not believing that bull. Cos when I tried it, it blew up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank god for waterproof mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, sitting on the curb, with my brother, tears still rolling, at the petrol kiosk having drivers stare at me with &lt;em&gt;pity &lt;/em&gt;(yuck, do &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;need pity thanks) when they drive pass, (while my parents have a private talk) when she smsed me. Was really surprised she initiated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting two and two together, realised that my dad &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;defend me. He defended me like crazy when he talked to her one on one. He defended me so much he ended up in a fight with her and it appears, from her messages that she doesnt ever want to see him again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you expect me to not feel guilty?! I'm bathing, &lt;em&gt;drowning &lt;/em&gt;in guilt now. I want to play the peacemaker but um, not exactly easy seeing that I caused it you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me that he could not accept the way she talked to me (shouted/put down/insulted) and was merely waiting for me to be out of ear shot before he gives it to her good. Yes, I'm very touched but I'm also very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just when things were getting a-okay with her and Pa, this had to happen. And it's kinda my fault? But it's just as much hers. I'm sorry, I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to say that. Nobody knows of the little, "insignificant" passing remarks that are hell sarcastic and of no relevance to &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did have it hard, and I was harsh and pretty damn tactless (you want it "unvarnished", I'll give you unvarnished).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we made up after exchanging several smses. We cool down as fast as we heat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still rather miffed about it actually. Like the way she "bitch-talked" me wasnt justified somehow. I guess I just dont get over things quickly. Taking too long, even. Gosh, I'm lame like that, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was funny though, was the trip back home. We were at the highway when that board was flashing "Have a pleasant day!". I couldnt help laughing out loud in disgust. Man, the irony. My mum just turned around and gave me the "how exactly can you find humour in a situation like this!?" glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad. Pa, I love you. Even though my supposedly "bad traits" were handed down straight from him and how I promised myself a year ago that I wouldnt ever turn out like him.. Guess you cant hide from your genes. Instead, you gotta&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;work &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; it. Work &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you could say I learnt more about myself after the whole episode. Thinking back, even though it was only a couple of hours ago, some things I said to my mum were so darn childish. Ew, I gross myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only losers go back to something that cannot be helped, to support their stand. For example, when this bitch says something hurtful yet witty and it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;the truth, and it so happened you've got nothing to say cos she's &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;have it all, so you say something like "but well, your nose is incredibly fugly!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's unclassy to the max man. Well, I havent been very graceful of late. :X Gotta do something about that. Karma &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;bite you back in the ass. And it bites you hard. You do something of 2 on the "bad scale" and it comes around a 4 on you. Not very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I totally embarrassed myself in front of &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;many people. The whole tear-stained-cheeks-red-eyed-accentuated-puffy-eyebags-rudolph-nose look is &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt;. Even that car dealer guy was going all "Jangan nangis eh, dik" (Dont cry okay, girl) and he doesnt even &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; me. Just show us the car dammit and get out of my face. He probably was just being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true. You become versions of your parents whether you like it or not. God she was really like her mum when she spat at my face, as in shouted right at my face, not spit &lt;em&gt;spit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think happy thoughts Huda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrdmK7_nznA&amp;search=house%20of%20carters%20montage"&gt;Nick's booty!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;It's your duty duty to shake your booty booty! &lt;/em&gt;I'm trying to psycho my mum into getting the digital box so that I can get E! so I CAN WATCH HOC! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 526px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="372" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/carters2.jpg" width="542" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I WANT E! &lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Night all. Nick Carter lovin' forever! Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS: I need to put in some loud angry songs in my phone (Yup, Linkin Park would be great right Rachel?) cos it's hard to experience and "indulge" being pissed off when the "angriest songs" are from Nelly Furtado and Justin Timberlake. :/ And 75% of my songs are mellow which only calms you down which sometimes isnt what you want. *shrugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115971661288351522?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115971661288351522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115971661288351522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115971661288351522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115971661288351522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-become-whoever-raises-you.html' title='You become whoever raises you'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115937239972981624</id><published>2006-09-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:53:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekindled</title><content type='html'>Sometimes losing yourself completely seems like the perfect solution to everything. Let's play the ignorant card and pretend it's not happening and smile like you dont have a care in the world. What you dont know cant affect you. It is easier that way, there's no denying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;become the reason suddenly. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; for me, but it's just as much for you too. I owe you at least that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain Elizabeth Kubler Ross is very wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115937239972981624?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115937239972981624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115937239972981624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115937239972981624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115937239972981624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/rekindled.html' title='Rekindled'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115935173184125228</id><published>2006-09-27T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:08:58.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, they're back alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Idol Finals were a real treat. As in the last one till the O's die for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at the real last minute that we managed to nab 3 tickets. Cab fair wasnt good. Okay, it was terrible. ): Met a couple of Cedarians there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seated at the Blue House! Wow. Prime seats, yo! :D There were funny, interesting incidents that occured involving the people in front and behind us. Shall spare J the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. Man. I'm on this clumsy streak that I cant seem to get rid off. I tripped over my pants rushing down the stairs down my block cos I was running late (or so I thought cos they were later!). But it was cool, since no one witnessed it. BUT. I tripped &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;outside the stadium. You'd think I'd get the hint and fold up my pants right, the first time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was really bad. As in I fell on my knees, scrapped my right knee a little, as well as my toenails! Ugh. Whatever. I need to thicken my skin. Could use good practice. So I got up and pretended nothing happened. It took a lot to not scream and go "OMGOMGOMGOMG. That was &lt;em&gt;shit &lt;/em&gt;embarrassing." and go all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did turn that shade? God I sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY. Yeah it kicked ass. The Top 12 girls did Buttons from PCD for the Preshow. They lipsynced the Medley! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Taufik looked real good that night! He's pretty damn hot lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Gurmit didnt exactly hold the suspense well? But really. Who cares?! Hady won!!! Woohoo!!! Goooooooo Hady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the papers? I dont much like what was written. It's really annoying and extremely unprofessional. But you know what, I vented enough last night to Dirah, then Niz. (: Girl talks are zeee best! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, the three of us (Dirah, me, J) met up with Siti, Fatmah, Murny and Sadiq. The two left while the five of us ended up sitting on the curb in the carpark waiting for Aunty Sukma to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were sitting there very unglamly, fanning ourselves cos it was frickin' hot and this huge truck drove by and they shouted "HADY!!!" and waved at us. Instantly, Dirah, Fatmah and I waved back with that goofy smile plastered on our faces. Hahah. Basic instinct maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatmah's mum sent me home and I only stepped foot in the house about 11 I think. Sorry Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late and the Sister happened to be over. She dragged me over to the study to watch some Norweigian (sp?) horror flick. It was &lt;em&gt;sooo &lt;/em&gt;scray I nodded off in 10 minutes. Not unlike that one time at Naz place where Dirah, Naz and I were watching &lt;em&gt;Psycho&lt;/em&gt; by Alfred Hitchcock for some English assignment and I kept nodding off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not like it wasnt scary, it probably was. But I was just too tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES! Couldnt get any good shots of Hady cos we can only zoom so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/DSC01086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lights were pretty cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/25-09-06_2146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesnt Hady look a little like Taufik here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/DSC01095.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Hady was announced the next Singapore Idol. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/25-09-06_2001%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirah, Me, J. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all good. Great even. What isnt is the fact that we got back four papers today. I have one good news though. For the first time, in my entire four years in Cedar, I passed a Math paper &lt;em&gt;on the freakin' dot&lt;/em&gt;. Hurry quick! Bow down! Now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Obviously. Although some think it's pathetic? Or no big a deal since &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;else happened to do so darn well. With MSGs of 1.09 or smth. That's incredible lah. And then there 4c was, with 4.smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was badbadbad. Really disappointed. But hey, better now than later right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ss/Geog was terrible. What isnt is the fact that Mrs Lim didnt call me out, or anyone else for that matter. Something about how she promised someone she wouldnt do that this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay was funny. Not joke funny, but &lt;em&gt;strange &lt;/em&gt;funny. Annoying, expected funny. At least there's still the Olevel results to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I BEING ALL POSITIVE AND BLIND!? Hello. O's are coming right at cha Huda. Your results were &lt;em&gt;shite&lt;/em&gt;. You're not getting into JC with your prelim results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of my results that I feel the way I do about it right now, but I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;it. I cannot stand it. I mean, get out of my face, you know? Away. Be gone. Shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit. I've been mood swinging about in the house the last couple of days. And the victims are usually my brother or Kieffy cos Koko just knows how to play the card right so she gets away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know! Kieffy pee-ed on my slippers. My just bought slippers! Sheesh. I'd rather she just jump on my dressing table and mess it up like she usually does than to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my slippers! @%!#&amp;^* I get the message cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought the JC and career talks held over the last two days were pretty good. So for the career talk yesterday, the first one, we had to choose between Medicine, Business or Law. No brainer there for me. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it was only a small group of us, about say 30, the session held at The Meeting Place went well! Questions were answered truthfully, doubts were cleared.. A great insight really. It was a pretty intimate session, since a lot of interaction was going on. Definitely worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Corporate Comm talk held at the theaterette was woohoo.. sleepy... It was interesting I suppose to a certain extent. But it got cold and comfy.. It was ironic. I mean, the speaker was.. boring! And her line of work.. doesnt really click. Okay shan't be mean. I'm fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on one of the toilet breaks today (the entire level was basically locked up in the hall checking paper after paper and I was freezing my butt off) bumped into Maziah. So thank you! Thank you! Thank you very much for telling me about it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/carters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                      "House of Carters"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All hail the Carter Siblings. L-R, BJ, Angel, Aaron, Leslie and Nick! Nick is love. Angel looks pretty different from the last time I saw her in a magazine doing a special interview with Aaron. And that was back in sec one when Jean and I would go crazy over the magazine &lt;em&gt;Popstar&lt;/em&gt;. Angel's prettayye. She kinda reminds me of Donatella Versace's grandaughter I saw that one time in that magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait. They are so cute. I never knew they've been living separately for ten years already. So yay for Nick who wants to bring the Sibs back together again (and possibly earn some bucks cos both him and Aaron are the producers!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after watching their debut episode, I think they're an intense bunch. They all appear really appealing somehow. Leslie's my fav; right after Nick of course. She's really interesting. Like how the other two sisters are kinda against her? And she's a cat person! Which is my kinda person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angel and Nick are kind of protective of each other I think. I get that feeling anyway. Really cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The show's intense. The word's repeated because it really is! And&lt;strong&gt; real&lt;/strong&gt;, I guess. Though they say it's all real &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the time for &lt;em&gt;every single&lt;/em&gt; reality show. (Like how the Laguna people only "work" Mon to Thurs) But there's a really &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;element in the show. Seriously. I'm not just &lt;em&gt;saying &lt;/em&gt;that cos I love Nick (to death). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyah&lt;/em&gt; and Aaron and that &lt;em&gt;Playboy&lt;/em&gt; model, Carrie/Corrie smth decided to call it quits. The proposal was impromptu after all. &lt;em&gt;Boys..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Enough. Enough about Singapore Idol and the controversies, enough about the prelims, enough about the Carters..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;hungry. It's rumbling like crazy. Like an earthquake's about to come. Lol. But what would I know right? Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye guys. Carter lovin' y'all. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115935173184125228?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115935173184125228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115935173184125228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115935173184125228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115935173184125228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-yeah-theyre-back-alright.html' title='Oh yeah, they&apos;re back alright!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115909946018154744</id><published>2006-09-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:18:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post prelims:Movies+Rachel's 16th</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week since I last updated! Wow. I guess alternating between the tv, the bed and reading materials (read: the 10bucks (!) Glamour my sister buys) are much easier options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the prelims are long gone. :D I really dont know why I'm celebrating the way I am. No no, scratch that. I think I know full well why. See, when I get the results, I'm gna be all mopey and all "I might as well just die since I'm sooooo stupid" so might as well be reckless, if you can call it that, and extreme cos the celebrations are short-lived anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's okay. Insecurities come and go. I mean I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;I'm not stupid; just doubting myself a little here and there. Nothing severe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup. Phy/Chem practical on Thursday was.. interesting to say the least. The paper was soooo draggy. I re-did one test thrice just to kill some time. Well, I sure felt like some silly goon. the teachers kept coming up to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sim came up to me the first time to tell me that a "hard glass tube" is actually just a test tube cos I mistook it for the boiling tube? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she came up to me again to tell me that I shouldnt bring over the bottles on the side bench to my bench. I'm supposed to just add it there on the spot. Which of course I replied with "But Ms Sim! I bring it over for 10 seconds only! Why cant they wait for 10 seconds!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt;, Mr Chia came over to pass me another lighter that actually works after seeing me struggle for like a whole 5 minutes! I couldnt light it, so he came over -again- to help me light the fricking bunsen burner. Three times already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt any heating to do next so I switched off the bunsen burner. BUT. There was more heating to be done later! Again I struggled and again he came over to help me light the thing. *sheepish smile* But he was nice about it. I struggled, saw him looking my way so I looked up and gave him a "Please help me" smile. And he laughed silently and came to my rescue. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not done yet. Ms Sim came over AGAIN to tell me that I should just leave the bunsen burner alone so I wont waste time lighting and relighting. "But Ms Sim! It's a waste of gas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was my practical for ya. A grand total of FIVE times. Man. Gotta be some kinda record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lock-in in the hall felt like forever. We were the first shift after all. Whiled away time playing scrabble! I miss this game. There was once, my family got obsessed over it and we'd play it up to three nights a week. Nuts I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and I won Fairuz and Liane! Weehah! :D Somebody was being so bitchily mean to me! Like what'd I do!? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; (not me) got bored of scrabble, a bunch of us went on to play that game.. what's it called? A member of the Crossword Puzzles family but you have to find the words hidden in that big box of alphabets. It got so crazy we'd make a LOT of noise screaming for light cos we were blocking each other's and "I cannot find any!"s while Gwen does it at the speed of light. She's amazing at it, it's really unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Jean trooped over. And you know what! I managed to beat Rachel even though Sheena Shitna and whoever else were helping her! Yay. Rachel you suck lah. Lousy!!! I beat Novabelle too! Hahah. But lost to Sheena and Gwen lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed time by lying about back stage (4c decided to dominate the stage area, before the invasion of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; trip science class at least). Listened to music and flipped magazines and slept comfortably with Naz' jacket as a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school!!! Dirah, Naz and I headed over to Naz' place. Talking about Jack&amp;Rose in the hall spurred us to rent the DVD! But it was giving us problems with the computer so we ended up watching &lt;em&gt;She's the Man&lt;/em&gt; which was not bad at all! I'm not a huge fan of Amanda Bynes really. No particular reason. Just the judgemental side at work here. The whole first-glance-no-chance-dont-like-her thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia's really pretty. And whoa. Duke Orsino's body!!! Channing Tatum? Really weird name but really good package so who gives?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/shestheman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="324" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/duke.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Moved on to &lt;em&gt;Titanic&lt;/em&gt; since it can be played in the living room since it really was just the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="352" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/TITANIC2.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="555" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/TITANIC.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trademark scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Ahhh. God I love this classic! It was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nice. It's not cheesy okay! It has depth and character! Haha. It's been about eight years since that particular Friday during Violin Class when that P5 girl was telling me how she's watched &lt;em&gt;Titanic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;times in the theatre and &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;wants to watch it some more. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself. I didnt cry okay. My eyes were only watery but no tears! It so happened that we rented the "Collector's Edition" so we got to view the deleted scenes too! They shouldn't have deleted some of them but the movie'd never end then right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left her place about 10. Had to drop off to take 969 and it so happened that the bus stop I'd have to get off is five minutes away from my sister's place. So I decided to pop by. Ended up staying the night since I was kinda lazy to make my way all the way to Tampines! Though the journey isn't very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up a little here and there. Dinner was a small piece of frozen pizza and nougats (her mum just got back from Australia) and a cup of blackcurrent juice. As usual, I camped out in the room in front of the computer watching The OC Season 3 non-stop. Managed to watch till the 11th episode. I mean you know. I continued the next morning too. Not one entire stretch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="435" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/THEOC3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sho cute. Ben Mckenzie looks a little weird tho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazed about some more then headed back home at about 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been struck by the the stark differences in both our homes. Her's would be all cluttered and messy and mine would be the exact opposite. She would have random (read:spoilt) food in the fridge while mine's decently stocked. I'll &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;tiptoe when in her kitchen. Hahah. Because it's quite sticky! Like perpetually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her room would have this funny smell. A mixture of The Body Shop detangler, her current perfume some Estee Lauder thing, with the not so nice smells of hair products, dirty clothes strewn carelessly all over the floor, cat smell and that old book smell. Which is original I suppose but weird all the same. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shoved a whole load of reading materials to me, a stack of overseas magazines (which I love a lot &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; but now I'd rather spend the money on clothes) and a couple of books she suggested I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing about my sister's place. It doesnt run out of things to read. Nice things. Even my brothers have a not bad collection. And also, it doesnt run out of things to watch! They download things by the &lt;em&gt;season &lt;/em&gt;so that makes it really convenient for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! Met up with Clara (Lee) at City Hall to just hang out and get Rachel her present! We spent quite a lot of time in Diva looking at all the really pretty accesories! Got this really cool chunky ring from the discount rack. Bought Rach this really pretty necklace (there's only one of it left!) and a pair of gold-ish drop earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you something. I had half a mind to get those stuff for myself! But parted with temptation, I did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended to catch a movie. I wanted to watch &lt;em&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/em&gt; but she watched it already. And she wanted to catch &lt;em&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/em&gt; but I watched it already. Plus, both of us mind watching the same show again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the Anderson cone of ice cream in hand, we walked about Marina. Somehow, we ended up in Zara. Browsed, tried, paid and headed for Lange Road! Actually no. We coulnt help going into Mango which was just opposite. They have nice shoes! Really nice shoes which cant fit me and cost 125 per pair which is just insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-distraction- "GIRL ON TV"!!! Super Primary 3/4! Jennifer Love Hewitt! I've always thought her smile is really nice. Um yeah. I prefer guys? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something &lt;em&gt;kinda &lt;/em&gt;embarrassing happened. Haha. So anyway, yeah. Got to her place, gave her the presents and made her wear the pretty elegant necklace with the polka dotted shorts Sheena gave her! Haha. *coughs* Her mother said the necklace I bought her "has taste". *waves hand* Sigh. What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="540" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/23-09-06_2221.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classy, no?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/em&gt; while waiting for everyone else and the caterer to arrive. Jean, Sheena and Danielle planned games which were pretty good actually. Definitely had fun. The Pass the Ice cubes thing required skill and that stupid Clara kept on laughing! But we won anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="439" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/23-09-06_2117.jpg" width="524" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="321" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/23-09-06_2119.jpg" width="228" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel turned out damn ugly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="562" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/23-09-06_2014.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee and I! &lt;3&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody knows her name wanna take a picture and their glad she came&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to be there when she's down down (Be there when she's down)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want her autograph I just want to call her up and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;Never had to be on a movie screen to be the leading lady in all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooby doo-wap &amp; Scooby snacks,&lt;br /&gt;Met a fly girl and I can't relax,&lt;br /&gt;the only problem is she's a movie star, Oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;My friends they won't believe me, If they could only see me&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of sounding cheesy, think I fell for the girl on TV. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteenth Idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="569" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/23-09-06_2218.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crae+Zee, always. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: Do I have a lopsided smile? Cos Sophia keeps on saying so! Actually, looking at these pictures, I do! But it's a bit only what. She made it sound like I looked damn weird! Big mouths=Exaggerated info. :P Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115909946018154744?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115909946018154744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115909946018154744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115909946018154744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115909946018154744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-prelimsmoviesrachels-16th.html' title='Post prelims:Movies+Rachel&apos;s 16th'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115857785764802732</id><published>2006-09-18T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:44:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving a part of your life behind</title><content type='html'>So all the major papers are over and done with. Only Lit and Phy/Chem Practical left. I will start browsing through the classified section for jobs. Cos Prelims is really a case of C.M.I. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier things in life! Over the weekend, I was feeling all BURH and really, from MTV, I &lt;em&gt;graduated&lt;/em&gt; (don't much like that word suddenly) on to the movie channels... And soon. I found myself glued stuck to the frickin' tv watching one show after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today. Star Movies... HBO... LOVE.. &lt;em&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/em&gt; on tonight! Woohoo! :D Drew Barrymore!!! She's a bit like Pink. Not very right. Hahah. Which makes them cool. Cool people like cool people. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching it in the movies years ago when I was only 8 or 9. (Told you I'm cool.) Caught it with my god sis, Kakak Lenny. And I was being such a kid. Lol. It was really&lt;em&gt; right at the last part&lt;/em&gt;, in the football stadium, when she was about to kiss her teacher (No no, it's nothing immoral lah. Watch it.) and I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;strong&gt; really&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;had to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she was pretty much responsible for me, she &lt;strong&gt;had &lt;/strong&gt;to follow me to the toilet and we missed the ending. She was bummmmeddd outttt. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what is it with people these days! I know exams are suddenly *the* most important thing EVERRRR while people are dying and starving out there.. But seriously?! Say obsessed, anyone? You, disgust me. Yay. I hate it when people do that. BECAUSE!! Firstly, hello, permission, you could try asking it, you know? Second, it's MINE! I did it! (Searched for it, whatever.) &lt;em&gt;I'll&lt;/em&gt; pass it to whoever I want to! You dont just go "Oh, another two sets auntie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have very little time on my hands. I need to use it well. I need to -for real this time- learn how to manage my time! IF NOT GO JC HOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz and Clara wrote about how we're gna graduate soon. ): Four years. Dont seem all that long. I mean, yeah. I do feel like it's about time to leave Cedar but I love it here! Backstabbing, politics, bitching and all! I do! (It isnt as bad as I make it out to be lah. Haha.) So I said I cant wait to get out of here. But well. I'll miss it. I dont want to stay here &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I want it to be like Cedar forever! It's my freakin' dream school lah. AND. We totally have the rocking-est uniform ever. In the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; of Singapore! WE DO. :D Although I dont look very nice in it like J and stuff. Haha. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough, no more! 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More graduation talk later lah huh. Too sad already already. ): Besides, I contradict myself like crap. No make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forever,&lt;br /&gt;Huda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are more than 100,000 child pornography sites on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; [click]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115857785764802732?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115857785764802732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115857785764802732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115857785764802732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115857785764802732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/leaving-part-of-your-life-behind.html' title='Leaving a part of your life behind'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115838477061880697</id><published>2006-09-16T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:36:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY UNHAPPY</title><content type='html'>I'm so not going into first 2/3 months. There, you happy now? Go ahead. Smirk, asshole. And hah, I'm way used to &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;smug look by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sad? DUH, you think? Like what always-meet-you-in-the-bus person says, not having options suck. They suck real bad. I'm utterly disappointed. Though it's stupid to make such assumptions considering I'm not even &lt;em&gt;done &lt;/em&gt;with Prelims, dont talk about &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;getting the papers yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate giving up. I hate losing faith. And I &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;losing though I dont think many have seen me all competitive? Come on, who likes to lose? Are &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a really bitter mood now. And last night. So sorry you had to be on the other line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKC's gna embarrass me in front of the whole level. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I had a nice little surprise sitting nicely in my inbox today! Hahah. Hello Aries. Emails are good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost my one month old phone on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, was having breakfast after Phy Paper Two, with Huiyun at PL's Delifrance. Was waiting for 28 since the sucker decided to leave me and take 24 (I bet to mug like crazy haha). I was contemplating between listening to music, or reading Chemistry. Conscience shoved up it's ass. I was searching for my phone and it wasnt there! I emptied out my bag at the bus stop itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing and praying at the same time which now seems all too odd. Rushed back to Delifrance and it was right there. Under the table face down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for God and thank god for my phone cover cos it's the Motorola one and it's thick and not some $6 one. So it was safe. And scratchless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thank god it wasnt lunch hour! I bet those office people would snatch it in a second even though they can well afford things on their own but the boss was being such a bitch to them so they'd think it's fun to get back at some harmless girl by taking away her phone! ^%*&amp;#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid working bugger who was having brunch with his other working friend gave me a weird look. Whatever. There's nothing wrong with kissing your (almost lost) phone in public. No tongues asshole. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/06-09-06_2104.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my friend Aniszah. And this friend is going into first 3 months. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/14-09-06_1014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is a cool picture hanging on the walls while we had breakfast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And no, I'm not off to study. I'm off to watch some teevee cos I need to be happy before I hit the books again. Hell, I even pushed tution to tomorrow. That's how much I dwell in self-pity, shut up. MTV's VMAs would be a great antidote too. YES, prelims are a form of poison. You mean you don't know that!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115838477061880697?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115838477061880697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115838477061880697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115838477061880697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115838477061880697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/very-unhappy.html' title='VERY UNHAPPY'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115797774405763872</id><published>2006-09-11T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:44:31.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>Today. Had Emaths paper one and SS. If it was me before today, I'd bet a hundred bucks I'd find the Emaths paper a friggin killer and that SS was alright. Pigs are flying. Cos it went the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKC is so gna call me out in front of the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; level in the hall. I think it'd be better if I go fess up to her and plead for her mercy or smth. I'm sry lah! It was the first question I did and it didnt hit me that it's a &lt;em&gt;causal &lt;/em&gt;question which is just damn &lt;strong&gt;BODOH&lt;/strong&gt; I know. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpetually annoyed today. Ugh. Sometimes I wonder how &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; put up with it! LOL. I'm &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close to bursting. Haha. But no! We cannot be mean! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with the guys today. Cant say it was &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; productive like the other time at Siglap. But it was alright. It was fun tho. Hahah. I guess why I'm this relaxed is cos (a) For once I &lt;em&gt;may &lt;/em&gt;just - Emaths! Which is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;ultimate miracle. Haha. I dont wna jinx it! and (b) unlike many, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;only have Geog paper tmr! *sticks out tongue* I feel sorry for those taking Pure Bio. Bet they're all on the verge of going insane like how I always was a few days before the Bio paper last time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's true. Hahah. Two words. Shut up! (: I'm loving this! :D Get over it already. It's getting old. *yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but most of the time when I wake up, I'd turn to my left then slowly open my eyes in that position with thoughts on how the day'd turn out. Usually that would take up 5-10 minutes depending on my mood. Then I'd look up, I already know what I'm gna be looking at but each time I look at it, it feels like it's the first time I'm looking at it? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd get shit scared I really do not wna think about it so I get up as quickly as I can, pull down the towel from the hanger (the hanger &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;drop. It's this weird habit lah) and head for the toilet hoping my brother did not beat me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm out of the toilet, changed into my school u and all, I'd make my way to my desk and start packing my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd look up from my desk and yes. Get extremely shit scared &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, I'd hurry with the packing so I dont have to see it anymore, rush to the kitchen, grab my socks, gulp down my mandatory cup of (burning) coffee along with these vitamin tablets my mum makes me take, kiss my mum goodbye, oh wait get money from her first &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;kiss her goodbye and rush down to the bus stop praying I'm not gna miss the last bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not happen. &lt;em&gt;Right?&lt;/em&gt; Omg what if it does! I'll never forgive myself! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Which is why times like this, I really am thankful for all the encouragement from my great friends. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115797774405763872?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115797774405763872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115797774405763872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115797774405763872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115797774405763872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115786752612199636</id><published>2006-09-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:39:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing population; Feline Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know how sometimes you feel so OLD just cos you're so darn tired? Well I'm feeling just that right now. Nothing a couple of hours of sleep wont cure. But still. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wait for the end of O's. It's still a long way. Kinda. So! I'll just have to suck it in! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go bury my head in my SS book now. Merger and Separation. I know most people find it quite the grueling task. But I kinda like it? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of my cats! Realised I've not put up &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;photos of them! Come let me show you the kids who make &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;clean up after them and how cute they are when they respond to me, how they greet me at the door and how I tell them all the things I dont feel like telling anybody else cos then I'd have to &lt;em&gt;explain&lt;/em&gt; my reasons for doing/feeling/wanting so and so and please; sometimes I'm just not up for that long process when I just want to &lt;em&gt;talk &lt;/em&gt;and be heard. So I turn to my cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/pretty%20cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kieffy!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/on%20my%20work%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her usual way to get attention? Lying down on my work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/koko%20on%20books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is Koko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/lazy%20cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How they spend their day. Sleeping on &lt;s&gt;their&lt;/s&gt; our beds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115786752612199636?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115786752612199636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115786752612199636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115786752612199636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115786752612199636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/ageing-population-feline-frenzy.html' title='Ageing population; Feline Frenzy'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115765323119392415</id><published>2006-09-08T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:24:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The much needed tight smack</title><content type='html'>Just came across something. And it totally hit me. You're never gna change! No matter how much you &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;you have. Dammit, you're still the same person. Still that same asshole who's lost and forever will be. Look, it's nobody's fault you had a screwed childhood. But it's just not right when you fuck up others' lives! Yeah, I know the whole I-got-hurt-others-shoud-get-hurt-too shit all too well. But seriously? Just do your own thing, dont screw it up for others too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being too harsh. Too judgemental, assuming everything like I always do. But it just.. &lt;em&gt;pains &lt;/em&gt;me sometimes, you know? I mean, people can say whatever they want, they'll always talk, that'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, what happened, did happen. It's no Harry Potter movie where we can all go back to the past and change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious. The wound was never covered? Well, not like there was anyone to nurse it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm so over this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115765323119392415?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115765323119392415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115765323119392415' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115765323119392415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115765323119392415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/much-needed-tight-smack.html' title='The much needed tight smack'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115764064023846236</id><published>2006-09-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:26:02.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go bingeing!</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Been too preoccupied of late to steal some time off my zZzZ hours. BUT. Decided to make some sacrifice today. *belts out Creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I love one on one time with my friends? My great friends especially. It's been great you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday, it was Waffles and Physics with Jib at Siglap. I felt so stupid. I mean cos like I've already added songs to my phone it's just that I had no idea where they were! I know. Go ahead. Roll your eyes. So thank you Najib! Hahah. Technology and me... tsk.. sadly it's pretty much up in smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Najib went to the toilet! I got a really lovely phone call. You'd never guess who. Renny! To tell me that she has extra tickets for Wednesday's Idol show and whether I'd wna go! Like hell I won't go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So thanks to her, decided to pull Niz along. Not that she really needed all that assistance, she practically served herself on a silver tray, complete with garnish and all, to me! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she came over the next afternoon. She lied and said morning so I got up early, bathed, tidied up whatever I could only to receive her sms abt 9 saying she'll be over in the afternoon. W. T. H. If knives could be transported through the phone, she'd be six feet under by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only left the house about 5? Which of course meant that we had to rush like crazy since Renny called me and specifically told me that since it's the mosh pit, I'd have to get there early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Toa Payoh, ordered BK meals to be packed; on the go, since well, we had to be on the go and really, we were &lt;em&gt;famished &lt;/em&gt;to forgo dunch and didnt feel up for a really late dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed there. How that place brought back those memories of going there every once in a while to go for auditions the likes. A really long story. To cut it short, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was supposed to be on that Who Wants To Be A Millionare kids version but since &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wasnt in the country &lt;em&gt;Shez&lt;/em&gt; took my place along side Fatmah. Sucks right. But whatever. I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; have fun baking Hari Raya goodies with my Mum/cousins/aunts. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes, after a long process of getting in, being shooed here there everywhere, queueing up for the longest time ever, with stupid shitheads in front of us who pulled in another gazillion others, their friends and really just cut the queue like that. Hah. Well, we had our way, &lt;em&gt;eventually &lt;/em&gt;when we cleverly snuck in before that whole pack of elephants. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was super cool. Cos there were empty seats at the balcony, we were allowed to sit there! So yay. I love karma. Dont you? (Haha. This is quite funny. Cos since we cut the queue, we should be given shit seats right! But ah. Karma obeys no timing. And thank god for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldnt hear half of what the judges said cos the screaming was too WHOA. I had to ask the girl beside us what they were saying a couple fo times, cos she can filter out the screams yo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest? I think Jasmine and Jonathan did better than Hady last night. But come on. A supporter is still a supporter. Hady was sooooooooo cute when he did that hip swaying thing! Yeah Lock! You were spot on! Besides, his second song was pretty darn good, me says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow. I got really good renditions of two songs I love! First was Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars! Which reminds me of that particular day Fatmah and I could absolutely &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;stop singing that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second song, my god, it was a real treat to me. Jewel's Foolish Games! MAN OH MAN. Do you have any idea how much I love that song!? I mean it's my second favourite song from her, right behind Standing Still! And really. Jasmine was great last night. Both songs were really wow. I mean, both of us were really captivated by her performance! Haha. I actually kept quiet you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great show last night. The Idols were for the most part really good. So yup. My first ever Singapore Idol show and it was a great one too! Sigh. What can I say? &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the good luck. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. And there was this cute guy in front of us. Well, actually there was two, but I completely striked Second off after eavesdropping(!) his conversation for ten minutes. He was a total stranger yes, but so annoying! You know the "I'm really cool. &lt;em&gt;Really. &lt;/em&gt;I am. *nods head earnestly*" kinda guy who tries too hard? Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other's the quiet brooding kind, very like &lt;a href="http://www.ben-mckenzie.com/"&gt;Ryan Atwood from The O.C&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/jensen-ackles/person/66425/photos.html"&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;/a&gt; in Supernatural, which is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sexy. HAHA. Wait.. This is supposed to be about HADY! *smacks head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady was &lt;em&gt;kinda &lt;/em&gt;disappointing? I dont know. Well, he still has my vote (or rather voteS if we take it literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took like a couple of hours long break cos I was just too lazt to continue! Man that sucks. Haha. I dont even have it in me to write out an &lt;em&gt;entire &lt;/em&gt;entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. So after the whole thing, took 93 or was it 94, to Eunos and 28-ed home. My place that is. Slacked a bit, and suddenly I found myself at 2+ in the morning, still not changed and face still not bare (!!!) sprawled in this weird position in front of the tv. *roars of applause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and totally hit my bed. I've no idea why I was so tired! Haha. Well. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up about 8 today morning, took a bath, straightened up the house a little here and there, made a good cup of coffee (if I make it, it's &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;good.), sat down and tried a hand at some Physics. Not long later, Nicole called me to tell me that she's outside already. Haha. A bit weird right, but I guess she just doesnt wna knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time Nicole was there, Aniszah was held hostage in my room! Haha. She woke up not long after we started the session, and her coughs and whatever the hell she was doing could be heard from outside! Haha. Silly poot. And she played songs very loudly too! Had half a mind to go in to tell her to quieten it down! But I was kinda lazy (again, that word resurfaces) to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was the whole "Um, sorry. That's my friend making all that noise." One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was gushing about Hady and criticising Joakim. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was rather productive. I've been putting quite a bit of time on Physics, especially for 4c. Remember that deal Mr Yau made with us? Man, I wouldnt wna be the cause of &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;session! So yup. Sry Ms Begum. Chemistry just aint my thang yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. We hung out and we both left my house about 2+. Headed for Cik Ayu's for Maths and she went on to meet her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random- At some angles, my nose looks shit crooked, it's worse than a witch's. And that is sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yup. After Cik Ayu's, went on to have dinner with Mel. Was supposed to study. But ah. We just werent in the mood. So left straight after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;! Thanks for calling &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;! You know, if you didnt, like I said, I'd be darn insulted and fuming man! What's worse is if you'd called &lt;em&gt;that other person. &lt;/em&gt;Let's not even go there. But yup. Cool. Flattering right! Dont lie ah you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. That was TIRING. Shit. How. My blog cannot die just like that! How! Nonono. I can do this still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YEAH. How could I forget. I dont know how I left this out. But I'm saying it now, so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, Teachers' Day celebrations in school? There was quite a bit of drama early in the fuggin' morning. Read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it was raining &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;heavily. Fairuz happened to board the same bus as me, and we're both umbrella-less which is just perfect. We got offered, but ah, she refused to take up on it cos -. So we ended up staying put at the bus stop for a good long while. Turns out, J and Dirah were stuck at the opposite bus stop. (They're North people, Fairuz and I are Easties baybeh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considered flagging a cab, then U-turning in to pick up J and Dirah, but, as always, when you need a cab, there isn't any. After contemplating (and have not yet decided what to do) Fairuz suddenly shouted "NOW! Huda now!" and we dashed acrossed the road; it was green. Both of us are totally against running/walking in the rain. Cos either way, it's still quite a walk to school and no way hosay are we gna get drenched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So know what we did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took shelter at that bank/building thing with the Juice Station. We sat on this latch thingy staring at the rain. I called Mrs Chew telling her we'd be late and so would twenty other Cedarians cos we're all without umbrellas and stuck at the bus stops and there's no way we're gna get all soaked cos that's just disgusting. And she said "Okay". Mrs Chew is beyond amazing lah. She picked up by like the second ring! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat there and listened to her Ipod, still staring at rain. Then guess what. I got a call from Dirah to tell me - and I'm going "Great! Brilliant! More drama!". J and Dirah decided to run over to us. So then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Poon's car stopped beside the building/bank place and Fairuz' phone was buzzing (at first she was all - about it) cos Nada's calling cos she's inside the car with one other girl. So the four of us, squeezed in with that other Cedarian at the back seat. WOW. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was about it for the morning man. It's as eventful as events go about early in the morning &lt;em&gt;on the way to school &lt;/em&gt;please. But nope. It doesnt end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking lah, trying to be as considerate, and soft as possible, when suddenly! BANG! THUD. BANG. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was suddenly a black car in front of that narrow road, so Ms Poon braked, and there happened to be another black car behind us. So yeah. Ms Poon said - then went out to check the damage. We got quite freaked out cos you know, it's not just &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;teacher we all know - , so we got really quiet, with the occasional whispers of "ohmygod *eyes go wide".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really quite calm actually when she told us that her bumper's a gonner cos the person's front bumper's stronger than her back bumper, etc. &lt;em&gt;Bump bump bump!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was Drama in the Morning, for ya. This is really quite the gross entry cos it's a hundred pages long! LOL. Congrats you're nearing the end! Yay for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I'm hooked to Polar's Frutee Cranberry drink. It's good man. $1.60 per pop. Well, it's cheaper than Sunraysia's! Though the latter's nicer, of course, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to wake up really early tmr. I dont think I can man. Boo. Monday's Emaths and SS. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. I mean, I dont mind &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going for the first three/two/wtvr months. I'm not saying that to  "safe face" if I dont get in, so I can be all "But I never intended on going in the first place what.". I mean, I dont mind working, though according to my tution friend, she says it's tiring and not such a good idea, since she has to catch up on quite a bit of work when she does get into a JC. And what with that gap of a few months &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes? But I really am not ready for prelims. I'm being honest and perhaps cowardly in a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep. NOWWW. So goodbye! My mulut is the masin-est mouth ever. It's great sometimes. (Mulut means mouth and masin means um. Salty? See you dont get it anyway.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115764064023846236?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115764064023846236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115764064023846236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115764064023846236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115764064023846236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-i-go-bingeing.html' title='Here I go bingeing!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115737085525566766</id><published>2006-09-04T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:15:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dermot Mulroney has a fine ass (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've always been a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;I've had my head among the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm coming down&lt;br /&gt;Won't you be my solid ground?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertaining to the above, if only some people were more merciful and considerate. But I love this song still. There's this thing about me. I get obsessed about things pretty quick. But it goes as fast as it comes? Kinda. Now that's cool. That's like covering a million and one topics in that one sentence! Sigh. I amaze even myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I mean you know. Except for BSB and Nick Carter. True love... But I've toned down A LOT hokay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, shall mention abt last Thursday. Teachers' Day Celebrations in school was pretty great. Loved the slides made by the Monitress Council. Our teachers are really cool man. Those quotes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you cross the deadline, it means you're dead. I don't talk to dead people - Mrs Foo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the walking in with HOD of English *points above name* was alright. Safe for that&lt;em&gt; teeny weeny&lt;/em&gt; fact that I missed my cue. And like hello. I attended TWO rehearsals. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for YEARS outside the hall was actually fun. Enlightening even! The teachers were really cute. Cos they were all excited and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huda sees a rather dead Mrs Foo, suddenly not as chatty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : Mrs Foo! you must be more enthu like the other teachers!&lt;br /&gt;MF: Hm? You want enthu? OKAY! *super big fake cheerleader-esque smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what she did! She went on to do jumping jacks! OMG. HAHA. Mrs Foo's great lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the quiz segment where we'd have to guess the teacher according to the given clue was really funny! Who'd have thought Mr Suresh was cool enough to grow his hair till it's halfway down his back for the first two years of uni, then go bald the next two! Our acting VP's too funkay yo. But seriously. Dont think anyone guessed it as him! I thought the collective gasp of shock when the last clue was given (He's famous for his one minute breaks) was quite loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Since I was at the back of the hall near the teachers, after walking down the red carpet with the teachers and leading them to their seats, overheard Mr Suresh saying "Tsk. Must be you know. A trend setter. Cos after I grew my hair others started doing the same thing..." when some teacher asked him why he went bald.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG MR YAU! Damn cool lah! See, when he was in Sec 1, he "tutored" a Sec 4 girl Lit. And you know what. He didnt even take Literature. OMG I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it was cool. Hope Mrs Foo likes the heels 4c got her and the lovely Mrs Chew, the pair of Crocs! HAHA. Some think it's ugly (ME) but I think it's cute too. You know, adorable but ugly? It'll look cute on young and *cough* &lt;em&gt;not so young &lt;/em&gt;people. My grandparents sported them when they came over to Singapore not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course! The HUGE photo collage we made for both of them! :D Oh yeah. And those quail eggs we gave Mrs Chew too! Lol. Odd choice for a gift? Well, she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; out Mother Hen! (: Yay. Mrs Chew is the BEST form teacher I've had these four years. That's gotta mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, after that caught The Devil Wears Prada with Naz in town. The movie's pretty cool. I mean the plot isnt amazing great or whatever. But hey, the lead's gorgeous, the fashion's great what more do ya want, you know? Haha. Damn superficial but ah. You dont watch this kinda movie expecting it to be all "deep" and "meaningful" right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your typical chick flick with cooler clothes. And a not so "aww" inducing one at that. I mean, if you're gna compare it to Perfect Strangers or Wedding Date..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH TOTALLY REMINDS ME OF DELPHINUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we all camped out at Sophia's for New Year's! And we had that 8 hour long (or more?) movie marathon (Of course I couldnt last!) and when we watched The Wedding Date, when it was the scene after Kat got all drunk, withdrew A LOT of money to sleep with guy-hooker Nick, that morning after, when the camera cleverly skimmed his ass in this very &lt;em&gt;artistic &lt;/em&gt;way that we'd only realise it was his butt much later when they scrolled up and us being the girls that we are, loving hot butts on hot guys and all, pressed rewind then PAUSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss you squadmates. Wherefore art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done sidetracking. I think Anne Hathaway (sp?) is really pretty! Maybe kinda the typical, supposedly, big eyed, long lovely hair, tall, lushious lips, never ending legs kind. HAHA. Omg do I not make sense or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH. We bought the tickets, and got this scratch and win thing. AND WE GOT A FIVE DOLLAR VOUCHER FOR BEN AND JERRY'S! Uber cool. It's totally me lah. I bring the luck honey! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went down to B &amp;amp; J's after the movie. And got ourselves some pretty dang good ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So yup. Evidently, I didn't go back to OEPS. The first time in four years! Cos Fatmah and Shez weren't interested to go back since last year's turn out sucked. And also cos the boys, Jib and Mud cant make it.. So I guess you could say it was peer pressure! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also did kinda wna be the first few to catch The Devil Wears Prada. You know, if that wasn't the title, and not fashion oriented, I wouldnt have been so interested. But whatever. You need a healthy does of chick flicks every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Friday was boring shit while Saturday on the other hand was packed to the max! Nicole came over in the morning. Then it was off to Mr Alwi's for the sciences. Next was catching up time with Mudd at Siglap. And THEN, met up with Mel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tuition was both fine. The catching up with Mudd was much needed. Been too long, dude! Najib Idiot couldnt come. (HAHAHAHA. God. WHY am I so sick!?) Even though we were just 5 minutes away from his house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on to meet mel at Tamp where we shifted (just click and drop it baby! HAHA. Shit. I'm high.) to the airport to study! Why hello, T1 BK! (: Stayed on till like 12+ then took 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that hey! The green tea (Hm. Not my favourite drink) &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; chocolate wrapper was the same colour as her tee! Yellow! Wow! Great discovery I know! AND THEN! I also realised that the pen I was using, and my pencil box, and the other chocolate wrapper AND my left hand nails were the same colour too! Maroon! HAHAHA. That was shit funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we busted ten bucks on Ritter Sport Chocs. :X Will you shut up already! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yah. caught Godsend with Mother Dearest last night. Constantly gave me chills. That boy really looks evil man! Like that movie! Omg what is it called! The 666 one. Dammit I cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd put up nice pictures of our teachers and stuff. But darn it! I'm just too lazy and SO not in the mood for my computer rejecting me (not that I'm ever in the mood for that but you get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stinkandspill.stomp.com.sg/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=2"&gt;CLICK! Come on now!&lt;/a&gt; Click the second title. We're leading ya'll! Haha. You dont really expect graph papers to appear on the list do you? Heh. Sorry. Just had to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda out! (Damn. It deosnt have that nice ring to it like Ryan's. Hrmph.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115737085525566766?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115737085525566766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115737085525566766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115737085525566766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115737085525566766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/dermot-mulroney-has-fine-ass.html' title='Dermot Mulroney has a fine ass (;'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115710047699413504</id><published>2006-09-01T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:49:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making up for all those Parent's Letter. :/</title><content type='html'>I am actually falling ill. For real. Last night was terrible. My nose was so fuckin' annoying. Think it was redder than Rudolph's. It itched like crazy I felt like ripping off my nose completely. It'd have stopped the itch and I'd get a new nose. All nice and sharp and narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about yesterday cos yesterday was really THE eventful man. I like. But I cant stand rubbing my nose every ten seconds for the next 30 minutes or smth. It's too much work. Typing and rubbing. (Btw that phrase sounds damn sick to me. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We splurged about 30++ bucks on cat stuff just now! Kieffy and Koko dont much like catnip? For some really weird reason. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's a Happy Teachers' Day to those who actually read this. Which I think is zero. How cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Till next time. I took less than 5 minutes to write this entry. That is so bloody amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115710047699413504?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115710047699413504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115710047699413504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115710047699413504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115710047699413504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/09/making-up-for-all-those-parents-letter.html' title='Making up for all those Parent&apos;s Letter. :/'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115666193338115775</id><published>2006-08-27T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:50:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek is the new Jock</title><content type='html'>First heard/watched it on Black Jettas'. Then heard it again in the library ytd when the SMU people were showing their video of some trip to France or something. It's so frickin' cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OK GO - HERE IT GOES AGAIN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv5zWaTEVkI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how adorable is that. Wah cool man. I think the skinny guy in the black blazer is oozing with cutecums. HAHA. Whoops I meant cuteness. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some of the pics taken on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/HAHA.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/FUN.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/22a1scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/LOVE.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/undies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/lax.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/YEAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/prettaye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/nightfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/tourists.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay, that's all for now. Nice? I know! Aw come on now! There's that narcissistic devil inside everyone of us! It's true. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So last night, was on the phone with Niz. And the funniest thing happened. Mud! Remember your "power naps"? I kena also man. Shit. Haha. For like a few seconds too! HAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Babe, &lt;strong&gt;I miz eu&lt;/strong&gt;. (YUCK) Many love back at cha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I better go off now. Yes. I better. Damn it I suck! I shouldnt even be on the computer! Gah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye suckers. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115666193338115775?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115666193338115775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115666193338115775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115666193338115775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115666193338115775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/geek-is-new-jock.html' title='Geek is the new Jock'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115661391155879454</id><published>2006-08-27T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:50:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tone deaf APE</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. This has somehow ended up being my typical greeting huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, keeping it short here. Trying at least. Life hasnt been dull though it's supposed to considering how FAR away the Prelims are. (English paper's on Mon. WTFFF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tutor's name is Nicole and she got 3As for A levels. *makes a face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yesterday rocked balls. &lt;em&gt;Hard. &lt;/em&gt;Hahah. Class attendance? 18. 4c's too cool sia. :D But it was a good day in school. We pigged out on chocs given by the Body Balance instructor. Like hell we were gna keep it for those who "self declared" Friday a holiday, in Mrs Foo's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Dirah and Naz at Pizza Hut (yeah they skipped. *rolls eyes*). And not long later, we started to get high. And our mood never went down till hours later! Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of lunch-study-study-study-yougettheidea, it ended up being lunch-getting high-browsing around-dressing room madness v3-shopping-"study". And camwhoring in between all that. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we spent half an hour inside the cubicle! But this time all three of us bought stuff okay. So the sales people didnt like gave us problems or anything. Maybe they shot us looks but we're too busy being the narcisstic nutheads that we are to bother. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG YOUR BOOB'S HANGING OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;"Huda shut up! Dont say that out loud!"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What? That your boobs are hanging out?"&lt;br /&gt;"HUDA!"&lt;br /&gt;"Booby booby booby booby!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirah and I. Irony at play. SIGH. She tried on a bikini! And looked good. Why am I surprised! Lol. I think we made a lot of noise inside there. And we had to keep on making stupid random noises to cover up the sound of the CLICK the camera was making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup. Man, I'm so lazy to blog already! This is ridiculous! Hahah. So then we purchased the flip flops, the purse, the bag and proceeded OUT! The Roxy bag they use as "plastic bags" are pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz got this really cool plaid bag! ): OH YOU KNOW WHAT'S THE COOLEST PART. We had no idea there was a sale till we were informed of it at the counter! How cool is that! More of this kinda luck please. Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today! Met up with Fatmah and Siti in town for a study date! Did 12th Night yo! Okay I'm really lazy to blog now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. I busted 2o over bucks on stationery just now! I'm happy. I got pretty markers in pretty colours and this yummy mechanical pencil. I dont get the last adjective either. It's 1 plus. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And met Carmen and her two friends at Orchard's Popular too! Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final two will be Hady and Jon. Preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Joakim! Go lock yourself in a toilet cubicle and hang yourself with your belt kay! Oh wait! Before that, cut yourself, use your blood to scribble "this is my sacrifice, Singapore" on the walls yeah? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. We must start some kinda campaign to make the couldnt-care-less adults vote for TALENT. Why cant he just withdraw? Gurmit, Daniel, and the judges are all saying all sorts of euphemisms which scream "DONT VOTE FOR JOAKIM" in bright, bold, red letters. Sheesh. Plus exclamation marks too. &lt;em&gt;Three &lt;/em&gt;of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid pre pubescent girls. Your boobs arent even growing right. Do something proper with your brains, please? At least &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a down right presumption. Quite annoying, even. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT HE CANT SING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough. I'm starting to sound too Singapore Idol-obsessed. Oh the Sec 2 days. 2004's SI memories are quite embarrassing for me! HAHAH. Whatevers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly reminded of J's sms. "SINGAPOREANS ARE UGLY AND STUPID." When Joakim got through last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY BYE. SO MUCH FOR BEING LAZY. HAHAHA. CAPS ARE COOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115661391155879454?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115661391155879454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115661391155879454' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115661391155879454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115661391155879454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/tone-deaf-ape.html' title='Tone deaf APE'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115615867466904109</id><published>2006-08-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:14:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trashy" books teach too</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Nuzie, I should have done what you asked me to do a million years ago. Remember how you gave me the whole of June to get it over and done with? Well, did I listen? Hell no. But well. I'm much happier now. Hah. Even if you dont understand, it's okay. And if you do, keep it to yourself yeah? Thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm supposed to be studying my friggin' ass off. Right? Well, since I got back, All I've done is watch Totally Spies (OMG. My secret's out. I love Clover, btw. She's so cute.) and read a book, which isnt a lit text. WHICH REMINDS ME. Omg. Mrs Foo's gna give us that quiz thingy tmr. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sidetrack- Daphne Loves Derby is pretty good. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. We did something incredibly stupid today. So it was during Malay that J came up with this &lt;em&gt;brilliant &lt;/em&gt;idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second the last bell rung, the three of us got up, salam-ed the Chicks, and ran for the school gates! We've not even worn our shoes properly! We were supppose to beat the frickin sec ones and be the FIRST ones out of school! Failed. ): But hey at least we were Top 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuts I tell you. But it was so fun. We kept on giggling the whole way out! Like stupid little tykes who stole something from their mums' drawer and put it inside the toybox instead. I dont get the link either but whatever. But I cant deny. It was crazy fun. Even for those couple of minutes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I got myself shit dorky glasses. Degreeless duh. Excuse me. Shall I remind you again? 06/06&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you. But I dont know. Wanted something different. And you know my hair. God knows if I meddle with it what'd happen. It could possibly turn out worse than a bird's nest so yes. I'm limited. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest I've worn it is twenty minutes. How do you people survive the whole &lt;em&gt;day &lt;/em&gt;in them?! It's fucking annoying and it hurts the back of my ears. Oh how I pity those little myopic kids. BUT IT'S CHANGE. And I'm starting to like change a lot. I do actually. We'll see. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a really advanced HUGE hello to 2007. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that no one can make you feel intimidated without your permission. I'm honoured then. Cos many have given me the consent. :D Haha. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. *takes off dorky image* Omg. I'll never manage in them at this rate. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do wonder actually. And I quote Faking 19,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why the promises I make to other people always become more important than the ones I make to myself?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*shrugs* I lost half of me when I started falling into this bottomless pit, Failure, and cant seem to slowly crawl out of that fucking hole I dug myself since. Pathetic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just cant handle it when things spiral out of control. Not that I &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; have any say in it. I do. It's just taking that big leap that's the problem, you know? Yeah, they say start with baby steps. But when you venture out with such small shy steps, it's just as easy to step back again. You never did got far anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you take that BIG jump, you cant turn back. You're too far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come fly with me. (: Yo&lt;em&gt;u're soaring, flying.. there's not a star in heaven that you cant reach..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, you. So I like Disney Channel. High School Musical is &lt;em&gt;POWER&lt;/em&gt; okay. Zac Efron's not bad too. I know you secretly love it! You think I dont know is it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go fuck some books. Sounds so wrong. So let's try it again. I need to get &lt;em&gt;intimate &lt;/em&gt;with my books. There. Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115615867466904109?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115615867466904109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115615867466904109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115615867466904109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115615867466904109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/trashy-books-teach-too.html' title='&quot;Trashy&quot; books teach too'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115596427706247366</id><published>2006-08-19T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:28:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huda V 2.0</title><content type='html'>Hello all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I nearly broke my back straightening up the house at 11 o'clock last night. :/ So much for making my room presentable. I completely freaked out. Dont ask why. Must be my Mother's genes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I ended up sweeping the entire house (I wanted to mop too, but I thought we ran out of Ajax cos I didnt know my mum put it in her toilet), tidied up the dining table, the coffee table, the shoes on the shoe rack AND the shoe cabinet. I'll repeat it again. &lt;strong&gt;I nearly broke my back&lt;/strong&gt;. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even took the effort to clear my dressing table. (There were piles and piles of accessories littered on it. I found things I wont mention. It's too gross.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at 12.53 in the morning, I received an sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Rachael from Urbantutors. We regret to inform that, the tutor who accepted the assignment previously just informed us that she cannot make it for lessons due to school commitments. We'll be arranging another tutor for you asap. Sorry for the inconvenience caused. Lesson that is scheduled for tomorrow shall be postponed. Sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHHH. I felt so cheated! But well, at least my room looks good now. If ti's any consolation. I was actually looking forward to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in other news, &lt;strong&gt;I have officially morphed into a monster&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking out all over my face. And last night, my right eye kept on itching (must be the dust), so I kept rubbing it till it's red. Woke up this morning, and realised the right eye's smaller than the left eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is producing ridiculous amounts of oil. (I have THREE different facial wash thing. I bought the other two after bathing last night. I got a disgusting shock when I looked into the toilet mirror.) My hair! There's no control despite using that Dove thing and that Loreal serum. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking like shite. So I'd really appreciate it if you don't mention to me how crappy I look the next time you see me. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM TRYING TO STUDY AND THIS IS WHAT I GET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Nurulhuda Rasid, need to hit the books now before I start regretting everything else. Even if it means I'll be Huda Fug the next few months. Happy mugging. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/walk.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This day kicked most asses. If only time machines really do exist. Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115596427706247366?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115596427706247366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115596427706247366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115596427706247366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115596427706247366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/huda-v-20.html' title='Huda V 2.0'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115590907282227405</id><published>2006-08-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:23:08.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with me here</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been pretty good actually! So TGIF! (I just learnt this term last week or smth!) Actually that doesnt really make sense. Cos if the week's been good, there's no need for the weekend to boost your mood even more,yeah? But I just wanted to say TGIF. &lt;em&gt;There &lt;/em&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school today to attempt a hard core mugging session. Which of course didnt really turn out hard core but work was done. It's probably just a speck of work *waves hand* you know. Nothing compared to those crazy secret muggers who're the ultimate &lt;em&gt;worse. &lt;/em&gt;I don't understand why people have to lie when someone asks them whether they've been studying. And it gets &lt;em&gt;worse&lt;/em&gt;. They'll go "Omg NOOO. I've been slacking away lah!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you feel like putting a gun to their head. Ugh. But hey. It's they're call. How pissyfying they'd wna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade is so nice when there's good company and nice considerate people who're civil breathing the same air as you within that space. Especially to-be-nurses from Ngee Ann Poly who're really friendly and sweet and doesnt mind one bit when we make a wee bit noise losing our minds to the extent of moving our head in and out and doing stupid moves listening to the song presently on the radio, all due to stress AND tolerating me kicking her leg ever so often cos I cant stay still when I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Hello friendly person. It was nice studying opposite you, peeping over once in a while at what you're doing. I know you peeped too, so ^5. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fight. I think. With a good friend yesterday. It was over several smses which just doubles the score in lameness. I'll call you. Soon enough. Just let me simmer off. I was just really pissed. And when you didnt get me, &lt;em&gt;like you're &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;/em&gt;, it blew my top. Trivial and stupid? Maybe. But you could've been more sympathetic and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered yet another pet peeve of mine. If there's one thing I hate more than cockroaches sneaking up on me and assholes who dont move in when the bus is crowded and seeing strands of hair on the floor and my mind flipping 180 in an instant of &lt;em&gt;whoa &lt;/em&gt;drama and losers who cant sing remain on Singapore Idol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..is feigned ignorance and nonchalance. But see, at least this time round, my conscience's at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe stuff in other areas haven't been &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt;. But I'm sorry. There's no time for that. I need to get &lt;strong&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to &lt;strong&gt;be &lt;/strong&gt;there. I &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;to. &lt;em&gt;Up yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last leg already! Hold on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new tutor tmr morning. She's coming at 9 in the fuckin morning please. I've never tried it before. Maybe I'm a morning person after all? Haha. I wonder who can vouch &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, night all. I need to make my room look presentable at least. Not some sty (which does not mean I'm calling myself a swine, bitch!) you cant study in! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Fairuzzzzzzzz.. Did you manage to accomplish a lot today! SUCKER. I bet you did. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115590907282227405?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115590907282227405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115590907282227405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115590907282227405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115590907282227405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/walk-with-me-here.html' title='Walk with me here'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115563844538886199</id><published>2006-08-15T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:24:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My official proposal to me</title><content type='html'>My mum gave Kiki away. Without informing me whatsoever. I am really sad. ): Koko's all alone now. He keeps whining to me, mewing, wanting to be comforted. I'm so sorry Koko. ): I'll miss Kiki and his crazy antics. He's so blur. Like his mom. Talkig about &lt;em&gt;Kieffy&lt;/em&gt; here. He falls off the bed very often. And each time he does it, it'd be in a different manner and the result of something new, like he was chasing his tail or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe she did what she did. Cos she knows me too well. She knows that if she were to tell me, I'd object violently (ie not losing grasp of Kiki/locking him in my room just in case). Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my nails yesterday morning. And never have I felt so happy to have short fingernails. The last time I had short nails was so long ago, I cannot recall. The feeling of my &lt;em&gt;fingers&lt;/em&gt;, instead of my nails against the table for example is amazing. But I'll miss my sexy long finger nails. Let this be a constant reminder that I should stop thinking about stupid things as such and going out and having fun. And start getting serious about my studies. It's high time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think is this. (The result of Mrs Chew's pep talk here) Since we cant have everything in life (although I still think it's possible. Though the moment she mentioned the &lt;em&gt;probability&lt;/em&gt; of it, I half gave up hope.), it'll mean that more fun=less study time. DUH. So right about now, I should be feeling miserable and stressed with impossible break outs and dark circles from burning the midnight oil, and really stifled cos of my no-going-out-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course totally isnt happening since I've been going out the past million and one Saturdays. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more DRIVE. Okay, here's to the birth of the spanking brand new Huda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Saturday/night outings. No more scanning through the Telescope picking which shows to watch for the day. No more being so extremely vain, it's retarded (ie Long nails/"OMG-I-BROKE-A-NAIL" bimbo-ness). No more drama &lt;em&gt;elsewhere&lt;/em&gt;. No more distractions. No more reading of books. Okay, maybe this one still can. But not so much anymore. No more.. the list'll never end. But you get the idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid quite a bit of attention today during Malay. Which was kinda strange but good strange. Kinda regret not killing myself preparing for the Malay paper so I could maybe have gotten a 1. But well, things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, it too means lesser computer time. So I'll see you when I see you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115563844538886199?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115563844538886199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115563844538886199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115563844538886199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115563844538886199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-official-proposal-to-me.html' title='My official proposal to me'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115547140353491637</id><published>2006-08-13T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:20:11.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's done for.</title><content type='html'>I think I totally ruined everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115547140353491637?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115547140353491637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115547140353491637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115547140353491637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115547140353491637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-done-for.html' title='It&apos;s done for.'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115540835254108829</id><published>2006-08-13T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T03:37:06.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! It's 2.23 on a Sunday morning! ^5 Lock. It's really stupid eh, the things we do. Like being on the computer in the wee hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a pretty nice day. (read:slack, no revision done) Woke up abt 11+, had some breakfast, which is a cup of good hot milo, and headed for the computer. I know! I suck, right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, attempted to do some work, but failed. Was too distracted by the teevee! Also, caught Napoleon Dynamite which is such a stupid, boring show. I dont know why it was quite big in the States. I slept halfway, woke up and it still wasnt interesting enough. Ew. Such a disappointment, Naz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz called sometime in between the show (thankfully cos it really bored me. See, I was giving it a chance. Going "No no, give it just 5 more mins and it'd be better", etc) to ask if I was gna go see fireworks! Initial plan was us three again, but Chan's not feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Tasha and Fairuz at Cityhall and we trooped over to Esplanade. I know what you're thinking! &lt;em&gt;"EH? Huda a bit extra right?" &lt;/em&gt;Butttttt they promised not to make me feel out and when I went "EH no! So extra!" when they asked me along, they just went "Huda, what rubbish! We're in the same Malay class what!". So I thought why not! Going out in new different groups shd be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the roads illegally. I was so scared! Seriously. The two of them are just mad lah. Note: Dont jaywalk with them cos you may just die. AND WHAT IF MY HEEL GOT CAUGHT IN THAT TAPE THING WHEN WE CROSSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrible crowd. What more, since it's the last display! It was jam packed. Really gross. In the MRT, on the way there was bad bad bad. It was really really gross and bad and puke-worthy I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a Cedar teacher! But we dont know her name! We were sorta trying to get away from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah! We totally squeezed through anyone and everyone and sat down in the midst of the super terrible sea of people seated. It was a case of inconsiderate ladies &lt;em&gt;lying down &lt;/em&gt;on the floor while we're there trying desperately to find a spot to sit, smelly boys with bad B.O, kiasu families and irritating stupid people behind us who were making irritating stupid noise. (repetition for a reason!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fireworks finally started, I was again, in awe. They're so pretty! Pretty pretty fireworks! But music-wise, I thought the arrangement of last week's was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about how it kinda felt like the end of the world. With the blasting of the majestic display of fireworks and the accompanying music. Like Armageddon. Don't ask. It just kinda felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, walked about to get food, decided to go to Marina but decided against it when we saw how bad the human jam was to get there! People looked like ants littered on the steps of Marina from where we stood! Settled for kaya toast and a cup of hot horlicks! &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ot &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;orlicks for &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;uda. &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ee. (&lt;- Lock, this is your influence, I believe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha went off to meet some ex-Cedarians. So Fairuz and I sat at Mrs Fields. OMG. A super duper weird thing happened! Hah. lazy to elaborate. But it was super weird lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH! The bunch of ex-Cedarians Tasha met included M. Jieying! Saw them later and "Hi!"s and waves were exchanged. Now, I'll just have to bump into M. Emmalyne to make it complete! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus home again! Haha. Fairuz doesnt much like trains. Go figure. Listened to her NEW NANO and kinda thought of a lot of things. Now here, the term "brain bursting" seems fitting. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, here are a few videos produced by Cedarians! School pride, my friends. &lt;em&gt;School pride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the video for the school's NDP celebrations!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2P49SuTlTTc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2P49SuTlTTc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here's of the Leader's Investiture earlier this year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDue5gXnZgQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one here's by Kar Mun's group, 4N, who made this for the CE project. It made me cry. It made many cry. It's about losing a best friend. It's really touching. See it for yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxUXEWDCKxM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxUXEWDCKxM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, yeah? I cried buckets the first time I saw it. Sigh. Makes you wonder about how it'd be like in real life. If you were to lose a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, good morning everyone. I'm really ready to hit my lovely lovely bed now! It seems even more inviting cos my mum just changed the sheets! And yes! There happens to be a lot of exclamation marks in this entry! Why! Haha! Bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115540835254108829?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115540835254108829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115540835254108829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115540835254108829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115540835254108829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks-frenzy.html' title='Fireworks Frenzy'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115530199837392679</id><published>2006-08-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:32:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come sail my way</title><content type='html'>[Fairuz' answers the thingy Clara did for me too!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reply to this post and i will do this for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. everytime i go to tampines, i get reminded of you! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;2. confess to mr sng you have like a major huge ass crush on him! [I dont quite anymore lah! You've inspired me to stop stupid useless stuff like that. Really. Okay, maybe a bit still.]&lt;br /&gt;3. purple!&lt;br /&gt;4. i like that you speak what's on your mind without being tactless&lt;br /&gt;5. um, hoobastank concert and then you were begging me to go take a train to tampines to accompany you cos you were scared! HAHA, remember?! [Actually no. I don't rmb that. But I rmb that you wore a pink mini and this black top Clara (Lee) liked cos she asked where you bought it from and you said Topshop. Haha. Why! Do I rmb stupid things like that. And not Maths formulas/lae wtv.]&lt;br /&gt;6. cat!&lt;br /&gt;7. wth do you see in mr sng?! hahaha. [excuse me. WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU SEE IN MR CHAN!]&lt;br /&gt;8. OK GOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Today. (: I'm telling you, I can butt my ass. Omg &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;!? I mean &lt;em&gt;bet &lt;/em&gt;my ass (not that it's gna be up for bidding anytime soon) that I was gna get that friggin' C6. Man, that was some scary shit when Cikgu was announcing how many students got what grade outside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you know 1/3 of our class got A1s! Haha. Congrats, you guys. (: Siti, Naz, Shara, Azy! Woohoo! Smarty pants, eat shit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Oh no. Me no get a 1. ): Haha. I got a B3. Which I know, I shouldnt be so happy about cos like &lt;em&gt;you know&lt;/em&gt;. Hello, a third of my class got 1s. (Btw, it's only a class of 12.) But nevertheless, I'm thankful. So uber grateful, that when I read the list, and saw a "D", then read again, saw the "3" and went "OMG. Cikgu, I got b3 is it!!!" and she said "Yah yah, sign here, quick", I was so relieved I shed tears and my hand was shaking like fuck cos I was yeah. &lt;em&gt;Overwhelmed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "D" was for oral. Which stood for Distinction. :D Can you fuckin' believe that! Cos I couldnt! I was totally thinking of a D7 cos it didnt exactly register then that &lt;em&gt;nobody &lt;/em&gt;got a 7. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I started thinking. I mean, I'm not proud to say this, (or showing off, whichever way you choose to take it), but I didnt put in effort for the paper. As in I totally did not prepare for it. It got to such a bad extent, (my karangans? The left margin would be littered with like &lt;em&gt;SIX&lt;/em&gt; "B"s, for Bahasa which would mean grammar/tense. Yes. Such basics.), that I really couldnt care less about Malay, thinking smugly and &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; stupidly may I add, to myself that "no, I wont be counting it anyways".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got the lowest for mid years. A friggin 50, which is a bloody 6. Another reason why I was so sure I'd get a C6/D7 for Os just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. What I'm trying to say is, I kinda do feel like I dont deserve this grade? I mean, I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;of other people who really work their asses off, doing every single work Cikgu kept shoving down our throats, all the practice papers, the compos, etc. It's plain to see that they put in a lot of effort. And I'm there not doing a single damn thing, I didnt even do &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;practice paper, completing instead all the E/A Maths hw during Malay class or trying (sucessfully) to distract Cigku and really stupid things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, who are we to say who deserves what? Karma, perhaps. I mean, this is totally fate working here. (Lit today. Hee.) &lt;em&gt;Higher powers&lt;/em&gt;. But seriously. It's funny how things work out sometimes. And then, we'd move on to the topic of complacency. Which would of course then be the downfall... (SS; Venice) Though if we doubt ourselves too much, being humble, it'd proceed on to esteem issues.. Which would cause our fall too... Ahh. Lovely cycles. Dont we love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm done talking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, was my O Level English Oral Examination. Whoa, I know. It's like I slapped some cow and she slapped me back one for the right, and one for the left cheek. Hard. Without giving me a chance to recover from the first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all was good. (: Haha. The general topic was Famous People/Celebrities. Ha! Ha! *sniggers* Now I can say that all the money/time wasted pouring over &lt;em&gt;silly &lt;/em&gt;magazines and websites came in handy! It was so fun talking about it! As weird as it sounds. And I kinda took that Mr Ang (?)'s advice to treat them like our friends. So it was a &lt;em&gt;jolly&lt;/em&gt; good conversation! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Quail(?) was really nice. He responded well and paid close attention when I was speaking. I kinda miss that; people paying proper attention to what I say. Though I know Fairuz would probably just go "Wah. Huda. Damn merepek ah". Haha. But it's nice. Being listened to like that. Although I know full well that I listen only to what and when I want to which is both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiyun was telling me all about how Lock and her were talking about the easiest way to get my attention. Which is to &lt;em&gt;pretend &lt;/em&gt;that they're talking about me and insert my name suspiciously in their coversation and in a second I'd turn around and say "Yes! I heard my name! You were talking about MEEEEEEE!" *accusing stare*. And there you go. You've got my attention. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that was during lunch, at El Jay's (&lt;- sp. yeah baby), where we happened to bump into Siti and Nuzie! (: I love all this little little spur of the moment things. &lt;strong&gt;Spontaniety. Kicks. Ass.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, right Natasha? Rmb that online conversation we had ages ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, so after that headed for tuition. And guess who was there to make me feel EVEN better!? There seated, doing his work diligently, was this cute guy. &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;. There was an empty space beside him! Unbelievable man. Haha. Though he left not long later. But still. Funkeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Bye guys! :D And NO OKAY. I am not uber happy and red during &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;lessons! *makes a face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the Winds of Fate blow it smoothly, rightly, and on course. This way please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115530199837392679?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115530199837392679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115530199837392679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115530199837392679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115530199837392679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/come-sail-my-way.html' title='Come sail my way'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115522055020469667</id><published>2006-08-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:16:48.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being nice pays</title><content type='html'>Am so fuckin' relieved. &lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Funny how things go about. (: No, make that a :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, Joakim? He doesnt &lt;em&gt;deserve &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; be in the competition. Jeez. Are those crazy pre pubescent girls DEAF. Seriously. And wth? Rahimah's out?! Excuse me, at least her voice's decent. Joakim &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be crying. He caused her to be out. Basket. Case. Haha. Love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, since I'm in a pretty dang good mood, shall leave yah with some random pictures! Random random random! Hahahaha. Am I sickening you with this over happy post? Haha. Actually, now that I look it over, it isnt really all that happy, sickening happy what. There's that UGH Joakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking it over. Thoroughly and stuff. Couldnt be more complicated! Haha. Serious. Oh well, will take it as it goes, yeah? Oh that reminds me, I think Cameron Diaz is dorky she's too cute! Haha. Christina Applegate's nuts too! Yeap, I caught The Sweetest Thing just now. It's a cute rom-com. You know, I dont know how "taking it as it goes" reminded me of Cameron Diaz. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/ygw.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Youth Gone Wild! Quite the Madness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/29julyo6%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cool shot, no? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Youth Day '06 was spent &lt;em&gt;"loitering" &lt;/em&gt;ard here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/RIMG0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Naz, Huiyun, Huda. Hah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/tablepartners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Table partners, yo! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sheena isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;tall, trust me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Naz, Dirah, ME. &lt;strong&gt;Cap&lt;/strong&gt;tivated. (; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha. Okay, there you go! School tomorrow. Bummer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115522055020469667?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115522055020469667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115522055020469667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115522055020469667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115522055020469667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-nice-pays.html' title='Being nice pays'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115518515180988607</id><published>2006-08-10T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:45:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="415" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="125"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/syringe.jpg) no-repeat; OVERFLOW: hidden" height="375" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="125" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="48"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="25"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left" width="125"&gt;&lt;img height="25" alt="QuizGalaxy" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/syringe-overlay.jpg" width="70" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="216"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12;color:red;"  &gt;You are 11% messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:10;" &gt;You are not messed up, which is odd because practically everyone else is. Maybe that makes you even more messed up than the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom" height="30"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=124"&gt;'How messed up are you?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Interesting. Anw Fairuz, thanks ah You know, I just did &lt;em&gt;at least &lt;/em&gt;ten quizzes. I hate it when that happens. Gah. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115518515180988607?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115518515180988607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115518515180988607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115518515180988607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115518515180988607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-11-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115514724831192888</id><published>2006-08-10T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:21:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up shit</title><content type='html'>Goodnight! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, today was a pretty good day. Met up with the Constants, after like a million and one years. Haha. The last meet-up was what? Gelare day? *shakes head* Way too long eh? I thought it was funny the day I said "I missed you!" to Najib on MSN and then he replied with "Mud said that to me just now! So that's two I-miss-yous today!". Basket. Dont know how to say "Imu too" &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up just chilling at Mariam's, after quite a long time contemplating about it at Rahimah's for me and Jib, cos Mud was at the stadium giving his dad moral support man! Zai was.. sleeping? And Mariam insisted on staying put at Kembangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nice up there at the roof top! It was her dad's idea to do that. So we ended up climbing the ladder propped against the roof and up we all went! It was nice, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi? (sp?) One of her cats, was being really naughty biting me and stuff. No doubt it was playfully; I'm used to it after being a cat owner for practically half my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm too lazy to elaborate already man. Well, we left her house about 10.30/45? Cabbed home with Najib, only to find Hungry Brother so we trooped down to Macs to get him something to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back, bathed, talked to Mud on the phone, and yeap. Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr. Gee, I've to really bust my ass. It's high time, man. Seeyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoop dee doo. Cos it's all fucked up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115514724831192888?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115514724831192888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115514724831192888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115514724831192888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115514724831192888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/messed-up-shit.html' title='Messed up shit'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115505101101873827</id><published>2006-08-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:35:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time Cedar celebrates for us</title><content type='html'>Hello. Today was an excellent day! Fabtastic! Ndp school celebration rocked. As usual, everyone was in extremely high spirits in the hall singing out loud (even for those who can't. ie Me), shouting, even. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this year's one was really nice. So much effort put in it! Although the "Blue! Green! Red! All lights!" kinda failed cos I guess everyone was too excited to bother about the timing! The video was vereh vereh nice! The videos for any occasion always turn out great! All hail Novabelle. (: The scene she got 4c to do was so retarded. It was hilarious watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw me throwing the National Day token, the nehneh brandless towel, into the air with a &lt;em&gt;retarded &lt;/em&gt;expression of utter delight painted on my face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirah looked so fucking hot, can! Haha. (random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post school celebration rocked balls too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at with Siti, Fatmah and Murny. Attempted to take group shots. Us=Suckers at self-aiming. So we got Sadiq to hurry come down to play Photographer. The whole bunch of us rushed to the toilet to um, check ourselves out? Haha. Vain, yah, okay. I &lt;em&gt;know.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we were all ready, mid pose, the camera started flashing "Empty Battery". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on to meet up with J, then later Dirah at Marina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried on a million and one clothes at Zara and Topshop. It was madness. There were clothes littered all over the floor! And the clicking of the camera was non-stop! (read:camwhored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Met M. Charmaine when I peeked out of the cubicle, only to see her walk (hop?) in excitedly with clothes in her arms ready to get down to some try-out action! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We werent the only ones who did what we did! It was so funny when we heard the camera sound effect thingy in some other cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is so abrupt, but I gtg. Show starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't say what I want to anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115505101101873827?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115505101101873827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115505101101873827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115505101101873827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115505101101873827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-time-cedar-celebrates-for-us.html' title='The last time Cedar celebrates for us'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115495836078116985</id><published>2006-08-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:33:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Bumday</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty messed up. I actually cried because of -. Embarrassing, really. My god. Stupid I swear. At least nobody saw except for you, but that's different. (: I was so frustrated and seething with anger and disgust from head to toe. I was hell annoyed, you cannot imagine. I was &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;close to snapping. Turns out I wasnt the only one. So that was good, I guess? ^5 you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; read this! Haha. I didnt think anybody would notice. I thought it was yknow, stupid and insignificant enough to be missed. Thought wrong, eh? Was really touched when you called. Haha. Muacks. Thank you. (: (I'm being sincere here so if you think otherwise SCREW YOU LAH! Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to a &lt;em&gt;girl &lt;/em&gt;btw, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be a great day! Since this year's NDP celebration seems to be a pretty darn big thing, considering everything! All the activities and stuff. PLUS. It's our last year. And we all know how nuts Cedarians can get come NDP celebrations in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here are a couple of pics of lovely Saturday! They're kinda small, you have to sort of squint. Again, I'll have to say that the pictures of the pretty fireworks are &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;compared to the real thing, even though it's exhausting itself narrating thousand word essays! (Omg, I am so witty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUDA HEARTS LAKEHOUSE, YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/400/Esplanade%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/Esplanade%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/Esplanade%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/Esplanade%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/Esplanade%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/Esplanade%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/Esplanade%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/Esplanade%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That'll be all! Have a goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. One last comment. The world is so friggin' shrinking as I speak! I swear, each time something totally like &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;happens, I'd be struck by the sheer coincidence of it all. It's a small world! Do you still rmb how to sing that song? I kinda forgot the tune! Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115495836078116985?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115495836078116985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115495836078116985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115495836078116985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115495836078116985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-bumday.html' title='Monday Bumday'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115488076244029828</id><published>2006-08-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:05:12.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(or as close as I can possibly get to right now taking everything into consideration)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Right now, I feel pretty contented. Why? Well, Class95's on and they're playing great music, I met my BIG OLD WISE AND MATURE brother just now after so darn long, I think I got my drive back and I'm gna get my HAWT SEXAYYYEE phone on Weds cos it was out of stock just now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Also, Hakiem aka Bratty Younger Bro got it from my mum about his addiction to computer games just now. Bloody icing on the cake, me swears. &lt;em&gt;Take that Hakiem! *sticks out tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes it 3 happeh days in a row! Oh goodie. (HUDA THE PRELIMS ISNT VERY FAR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Aniszah came over and we, as always, had a great time. I love the way we can just go over to each other's place and just &lt;em&gt;hang out &lt;/em&gt;and at the end of the day, it feels as good as going out. Better even. I owe you a present, yes I'm aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go catch TLT at Esplanade that night! But nobody wanted to go with me! *wails. (I'm looking at you Fatmah, Siti, Aniszah) Fuckers. Haha, no lah. But Niz! I'll &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hold it against you. I promised you I will. I will okay. Just watch me, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for E/A maths tuition that evening. It went surprisingly very well! Had a good talk with one of the girls while walking to Kem Mrt and yes. &lt;em&gt;So now you know.&lt;/em&gt; Looking forward to Friday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAYYYYY. How do I even begin? It was really *the* fab. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the fuggin' morning got a wake up call from Fatmah. Yknow, I think her groggy/grumpy-I-just-woke-up voice is one of the WORST I've heard so far. Buttt. I think mine may just be worse. Lol. Ask Najib. I was really horrible to him and started to curse and god knew what else to him on the other line! Haha, sry dude! Hey, YOU interrupted my beauty sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied at Starbucks for a while. Oh guess what. I was earlier than her! YAY. So that's a big FuckYou to all who assumed I'd be late for every damn thing! :p Haha, no I didnt mean it in &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; way. Take a joke. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a scary encounter with this creepy man. Eeee. Dunch wna talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours, we got up and went shopping! Heh. We went to probably only 4 stores/booths max, in front of Taka there. And I got 3 tops, she got two. Went back, hogged the Starbucks toilet for a good fifteen minutes trying the tops on! One of the nicer ones looked like the ultimate FUG on me. Fatmah tried it, looked hot (what's new), so she bought it from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. FRIDAY! FRIDAY! FRIDAY! I can't wait. *squeals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, trained to City Hall to meet up with the 4c lovelies, namely, Sheena (she was disgustingly late. haha), Liane, Diana and Fairuz. I was &lt;em&gt;extremely &lt;/em&gt;early so I sat on the steps and read my book. Damn geek I know. Let's all inculcate that habit, for future conveniences, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught &lt;a href="http://www.combustiblecelluloid.com/2006/lakehouse.shtml"&gt;Lakehouse&lt;/a&gt; which &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (not was) so fucking awesome, I find it hard to believe ST rated it 3 stars! It's so romantic and very very sweet. It's basically and very vaguely about &lt;em&gt;a love that transcends space and time&lt;/em&gt;... *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie. It has topped my indecisiveness and is uno numero on my Fav Movies list! That's saying ALOT, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sweet. Diana, seated beside me was being such a crybaby. She was sobbing like the idiot she is. As romantic as I am, I did not cry kay. (Teared a bit. But not &lt;em&gt;cry &lt;/em&gt;cry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves look really great together. *sigh. I loved Speed a lot. I still have the LCD somewhere in the store! (Omg. LCD. I've not heard this term since last year's Be Yourself Day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline's amazing. Except maybe, yknow. For those who cant get it. :p My heart just went lup-dup-lup-dup (HAHA. Bio, much?) in this superb speed (hah, get it? &lt;em&gt;speed.&lt;/em&gt;) when Kate realised that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was the guy that was in the accident she witnessed cos he saw her and rushed to her and that's why he didnt turn up for their date at that posh resaturant reserved two years before hand, rushed to the lakehouse, wrote the letter, telling him to be patient and wait, stuffed it into the mailbox and waited impatiently for the mailbox handle to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod. That scene. Great suspense at work here. The wait was long enough for us to speculate and go "OH FUCK. What if it's a horrible ending?! What if he dies!!! I'll hate this movie if he dies." but not too long for us to get sick of waiting, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he waited a total of four years, if we got it right, to be with her, was really amazing. I love the whole idea of love beating time and coming in the winner at the end of it all. *deep long sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds confusing, so go catch it and melt into the whole idea of lurrrvvee.... Sweet love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ohmygosh. Realised that this has turned out into a disgustingly long entry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, the bunch of us trooped over to BK to lunch and idiots were discussing &lt;em&gt;Maths. &lt;/em&gt;I couldnt participate cos I've not gotten the paper! Which was really good cos I'd feel the shits if I got the paper and didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liane had to leave for church so the four of us walked about, scanning the shops for a red top cos Fairuz doesnt have any. (rightt...) &lt;em&gt;Nothing &lt;/em&gt;pleased her. *rolls eyes* Zara, Miss Selfridge, Warehouse, you name it. Ain't got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esplanade later. And suddenly it's just us three, Diana, Fairuz and I cos the other two abandoned us for other plans. Suckers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood, the air, the sights, the everything seemed really cool and calm and well, at peace. Haha. However weird it sounds. Too bad the thought of Prelims turned us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camwhored a lot, actually. (Pictures another day cos Diana conveniently &lt;em&gt;forgot &lt;/em&gt;to send it to me) Acted like tourists oohing and ahhing about the sudden beauty we see in dear Singapore. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite embarrassing to say this in public (sortof) but it was the first time I went up close and personal with the Merlion. Haha. Some Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Cine to meet Janine so the two can decide whether to get Nano or Video. I gave up, sat on the sexy comfy red chair and took out my book. Haha. Loser Diana was thirsty not long later so the two of us went to get some really good soya bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her phone died, I dont have one, went back up to the Apple shop and the two of them weren't there. So we resorted to shouting out their name from the second floor and they actually replied from the first! Cool not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine had to leave for her Ah Gong's Birthday so the three of us walked to Wisma to drop by Forever 21 to see if there's a red top that idiot could actually &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;then buy. She bought a red top. SHOCKER THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, my feet were already dead. (It half died walking to Cine) Excuse me. Try wearing 5 inch high wedges from 9 in the friggin' morning till eight++, and tell me how &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; feels. Dont start shooting me down cos I had no idea we were gna do so much walking. Fairuz, I wasnt exaggerating at the taxi stand. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to Esplanade which was *the* HELL. Ten fuckin' bucks from Taka to Esplanade. Whoop dee doo. Fuckin' taxi driver was so annoying. I cant believe he couldnt INFER from our dying interest in whatever he has to say, our tone, MY roll of eyes. He was so money minded on top of all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. We were J2 students studying in RJ with Prelims in four weeks time. That was funny. Especially the part where we didnt lie matchingly, cos Fairuz and I said Arts while Overachiever Wannabe Diana said Science. But did he catch it? Oh god &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so darn packed! So we had to make do with seating on the pavement of some small park near the Padang. The fireworks were really gorgeous. Words cannot describe and photos taken dont do them justice. (No offence, Photographer) It was really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea there were so many different patterns! The way they explode, there were so many different styles! Haha. Pretty pretty pretty fireworks. The accompanying music suit the fireworks well too. I thought the arrangement was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks display, they played sappy sad songs (Ah.. the "soft" sound the consonant "s" makes... lol.) that just made us think/feel/talk about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; whole issue. Instead of getting up, we just sat there talking away about.. well a lot of things, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly got up and walked to some bus stop to actually take a &lt;em&gt;bus &lt;/em&gt;home. (One of those rare instances!) Stopped by 7-11 to get water first tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a really great day. Quite surprised it turned out as good as it did, actually. (: the company was a different but good one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! Finally caught the latest episode of Life As You Know It cos I missed it on Tues cos of tuitionnnnnn!! Went to tuition(!!) after that  and HAH! I was early yet &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;!! Take that take that, TAKE THAT. Which reminds me, I missed it on Starworld just now! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, dadidada... Met Abang Khaliff!!! Checked out the phones, reserved it, settle all the paperwork, chose the number but it's out of stock. But hey, Weds isnt that far away. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, everything was either closed or closing so we had to settle for Fast Food. Ew. Hi carbs, hate you. Burger King it was, and we so we had an extremely late dinner. Badbadbad. Well, it was really nice, the three of us, Mama, me, him, talking and stuff. I felt quite enlightened actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really wise, elder AND old brother who actually acts his age! *stares at the Sister. He's an instructor in NS so he gets to bully the NSmen. LOL. He was talking about it with such relish! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did cover some "serious" topics too. I was just really happy. Correction. &lt;em&gt;Am &lt;/em&gt;really happy. Must be the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I thought I saw &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;just now. It just. Brought back truckloads of memories. Bittersweet and suddenly, I felt wiser. Even if it's just a &lt;em&gt;wee &lt;/em&gt;bit wiser, but still wiser all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here will do. (Haha. I bet you were tapping your feet waiting &lt;em&gt;impatiently&lt;/em&gt; to finish reading this UBER long post you &lt;em&gt;impatient&lt;/em&gt; twerp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Fairuz, Diana. No news lah tmr/today/wtv. I suck. *sobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115488076244029828?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115488076244029828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115488076244029828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115488076244029828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115488076244029828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115461557356495562</id><published>2006-08-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:35:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming out loud in silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The blow, oh the blow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down hard. Right now, everything seems so fucked up. School, friends, family and everything else in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasting music in hopes of drowning out everything. What a stupid try. Obviously not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt;And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really horrible. Today is my best friend's birthday and I've not gotten her a gift! What's worse, is that I just realised it's been more than a month since I last saw her. Imu girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteenth, Aniszah! I love you loads. Yknow when you didnt pick up my call, I was really starting to panic. &lt;em&gt;"Omfg. What if I don't get to wish her at all!?"&lt;/em&gt; But thank God you called back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, things fuck up. And I've mentioned this quote before (sometime last year I think) but I'll just mention it again, cos it's times like this I really just feel like going about life with a carefree attitude and wave my middle finger to the whole fucking wide world. It's so appealing. But so darn full of farce right down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life is like a dick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fuck it when it's hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115461557356495562?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115461557356495562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115461557356495562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115461557356495562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115461557356495562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/screaming-out-loud-in-silence.html' title='Screaming out loud in silence'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115453501438710270</id><published>2006-08-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:14:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's spilling... out!!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo. Bringing to life the meaning of word vomit. Have fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is amazing how one can just slip into this state of extreme self-indulgence. Hah. At first, it's merely testing the waters. Next that feeling of breaking free starts to sink in. The whole take-a-sneak-peek-but-you'll-never-know-the-whole-story seems appealing. And so it gets stuck cos it's so god damn addictive. Guilty pleasure, anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school, the second time today. Reason? I took a different route. It's a long and rather stupid and not the least bit important. Decided that since I'm gna be late after all, why bother rushing? Which was why I was walking in at complete ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that. I was walking in solo (everyone taking the Macpherson route happened to be early this time round). I really wasnt in the mood to bother about being late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was just passing that house with that very prominent Buddhist sign; the first time I spotted it, "Fuck. This guy's a Nazi" crossed my mind, cos see, I had no idea that the two symbols were very alike back then. Suddenly this bright blue car stops right beside me and this lady said, "Girl, would you like a lift to your school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*smiles. Uh nah, it's okay. Thanks. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was pretty stunned. But I like the whole idea. Her son, was in the front seat, a Cedar Primary kid, so she just decided to offer me a ride since it's on the way and I suppose she kinda guessed that I was late. It just really made my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another reason why I was strolling in and Clara who came in a cab saw me and thought she wasn't late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Chew: Clara! And Huda ah. My monitress and assitant monitress!&lt;br /&gt;Me: We knew that was coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when we handed over the late-coming slip to her at the foyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you, Lock. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've another incident to cite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was last night, on my way to Kem (where I was 20 minutes late, omg. I &lt;em&gt;swear &lt;/em&gt;I thought I was gna be early. Sorry! Another case of taking a different route. Really.), in the mrt. I was staring at my (or rather Jazzy's and Naz') Organic Chem notes trying to absorb the properties of Alkanes, where little actually got in my head and stayed there till at least the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this little boy in a pram (not more than 2 years old). His mother was seated, with the pram right in front of her. He'd play with a receipt on his mothers lap. He also kept on dropping that piece of receipt on the floor. Each time he does that, his mother, fully prepared with a mini cane on her lap, would strike his arm. She doesn't do it very gently or playfully mind you. It was a real whack on his tender flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each time she hits him, he'd jump in presumably shock and pain and look up to his mother with confusion and hurt written all over his face. His face really bore a pained expression, an utterly confused child. His mother would just say "You do that again! Do it! Do it and you'll see." At times, even pointing her forefinger in his face. He'd only respond with an even more confused expression, eyes wide with uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look away, though I can't help glancing back the next second. It was painful to watch. There were red marks on both his arms. He's less than 2 years old most definitely! He's still using a pram for god's sake! His mother was really cold the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder how these parents go about beating their kids regularly. Perhaps, I'm not in any position to question how they bring up their kids, since I am indeed still a "child" and very much kidless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times either of my parents laid a finger on me can be counted with one hand, in my entire fifteen plus years. They don't believe in the physical "method of teaching". Personally, I don't get it either. What the parents would create is just fear. I doubt fearing your folks will really help at the end of the day? You wouldn't be sure what's acceptable and appropriate and wouldn't dare take the chance for &lt;em&gt;fear &lt;/em&gt;it'd be the wrong thing and WHAM, another one at cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I get it. It's to teach us a lesson, so we'd never do it again, to "drill" it in, learn that actions have consequences, yada yada yada. And some even say that if you don't fear your parents then that's where you're in hot soup. Cos then it'd mean that you're a kid with "no principles" who'd just end up screwed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if it's in such regularity, it just becomes numb. That's worse, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents believe in communicating which just makes more sense to me. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of all the wonderings. I'll just see how things go twenty five years from now, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I kinda intended on writing an entire post critiqueing the idols. Look how far off I ended up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Singapore Idol today. My heart stopped when they said Joakim and Paul were gna sing Oasis and Robbie Williams. "Wah die. Confirm screw up and spoil the song." Was I right or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nurul and Rahimah were very cool. Enjoyed both their performances. Except the part where Nurul suddenly took off the mike, I got quite a shock. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both guys that I'm partial towards were greatly praised tonight! YAY. Hady was great, as usual. I didn't quite like it when Florence compared him to Taufik! I mean, I do see the resemblence, but once she said it it's like gna be an endless comparison for him! Poor thing, my hady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something appealing about Jonathan! From the first result show the other time, I've always felt this "thing" for him. Haha. I know many thinks he's very beng looking and so ZOMGZ cheena. BUT HE'S NOT OKAY. I like him. He's so slick and laidback, it's hot. His voice... *swoons. Jonathan Leong's sexy, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hady's sexier lah.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the guy judges were PMSing today man. Dick Lee's uber hyper while Ken's all bitter and glum. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to get some sleep now. I told you it was word vomit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115453501438710270?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115453501438710270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115453501438710270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115453501438710270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115453501438710270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-spilling-out.html' title='It&apos;s spilling... out!!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115442647381862302</id><published>2006-08-01T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:16:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why we have pets then</title><content type='html'>School is getting to me. It's slithering under my skin. Giving me the creeps. How it seeps in unknowingly, then chooses to settle down and start its shit. Argh. I don't even think I'm making sense anymore! Sheesh. The first signs of stress kicking in, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm ready to rip my hair off. Sometimes, I need the support and belief too. Sometimes, I need help. Sometimes, I need to know. Sometimes, I feel unloved too. I know it seems lame, now that it's in print. But I think you know what I mean. *Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so. Submerged. Drowning in all misery has to offer it gets extremely sad. The fire, gets real small. Has been for quite some time now. It needs to be reignited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling of knowing exactly it, and yet not knowing anything at all? It's so fucking weird not to mention frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a ball thrown back and forth, flung left to right, recklessly passed from girl to girl during PE. It emits joy, sure. Girls squeal in delight at having caught it. After it's done its job, though, it's a different story. It gets tossed carelessly aside, waiting for the first kind soul to pick it up and put it nicely in the PE room, while everyone else heads off to change into their skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like that fucking ball now. Patiently, I stand here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you want is someone who understands. Yeah, that's why we have friends. But I don't want those who'd understand but question at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115442647381862302?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115442647381862302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115442647381862302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115442647381862302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115442647381862302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-why-we-have-pets-then.html' title='That&apos;s why we have pets then'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115434751788392111</id><published>2006-07-31T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:05:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Nalick says it loud and clear</title><content type='html'>Hi. How was your day? Cos mine was fab. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school and spent the day with Fatmah studying in Starbucks. Back to the norms. Back to the familiar territory, so different yet so similar. Back to those times, I'd go really sick and stupid with joy whenever -. Back to the safe aroma of coffee. Back to those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day. I can be bothered to elaborate, cos I'm down for tution at 8.30. OMG. 8.30-10.30. Today &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow night! Organic Chem. Die, bitch, die. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. Hey gorgeous! I know you're nt gna read this cos you "dont read blogs". But I found this cute pair at Tamp Central! How about that! (: Tenbucks. I'm gna drag you over, to painfully (and hopefully helpfully) select *the* pair. I'm omf excited. You could tell right, just now? :D I WANT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe, for all that talk about stuff after Cedar. We're kinda in the same shoes? Remember how I sounded so sure? I'm not anymore. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYWHYWHY am I writing to you even thought you wont read it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not made up my mind about anything. Well, maybe except that. To leave it at that. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grips me so firm sometimes. Firm and inviting. Such welcome. Like the familiar smell of old books. Like the hint of a Mother's love. Soaking in its warmth standing right before me. Shamelessly. A blink later, it's gone. Gone is the comfort. Gone is the security. Gone is the escape. And back are the walls so high up. The fort you built for god knows what reason. So walled up, that you are. Break it down. Please. Bit by bit. It's worth a shot. I look at you looking at me. Uncertainty. Confusion. Bring down those bricks, one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know. We wear the same pair of shoes. Might as well walk in them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;What am I doing.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button now&lt;br /&gt;Sing it if you understand.&lt;br /&gt;and breathe, just breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115434751788392111?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115434751788392111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115434751788392111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115434751788392111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115434751788392111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/anna-nalick-says-it-loud-and-clear.html' title='Anna Nalick says it loud and clear'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115430953318483597</id><published>2006-07-31T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:32:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How do you turn your eyes&lt;br /&gt;From the romantic glare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you numb your skin&lt;br /&gt;After the warmest touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you slow your blood&lt;br /&gt;After the body rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115430953318483597?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115430953318483597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115430953318483597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115430953318483597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115430953318483597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/insensitive.html' title='Insensitive'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429196407158074</id><published>2006-07-31T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:39:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what you're doing</title><content type='html'>Hilarious. What's your problem? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429196407158074?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429196407158074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429196407158074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429196407158074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429196407158074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-what-youre-doing.html' title='I know what you&apos;re doing'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429143404470941</id><published>2006-07-31T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:30:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/46.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/46.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to take a shot of this! I like how it doesnt look like Singapore. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429143404470941?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429143404470941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429143404470941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429143404470941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429143404470941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-told-her-to-take-shot-of-this-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429138952235580</id><published>2006-07-31T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:29:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/44.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/44.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off her talent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429138952235580?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429138952235580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429138952235580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429138952235580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429138952235580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/showing-off-her-talent.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429133062657938</id><published>2006-07-31T04:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:28:50.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't notice the oil okay? Hey. It was the end of the day already lah. Wahlau.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429133062657938?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429133062657938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429133062657938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429133062657938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429133062657938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-didnt-notice-oil-okay-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429127621756028</id><published>2006-07-31T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:27:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/31.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/31.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look cute, dont I? (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429127621756028?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429127621756028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429127621756028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429127621756028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429127621756028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-look-cute-dont-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429102141293408</id><published>2006-07-31T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:23:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/33.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/33.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw. Sho Shweet. I look bodiless tho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429102141293408?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429102141293408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429102141293408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429102141293408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429102141293408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/aw.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429097076298801</id><published>2006-07-31T04:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:22:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/39.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/39.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this pic. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429097076298801?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429097076298801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429097076298801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429097076298801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429097076298801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-like-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429093844132021</id><published>2006-07-31T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:22:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/36.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/36.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam, eh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429093844132021?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429093844132021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429093844132021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429093844132021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429093844132021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/unglam-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429091726644268</id><published>2006-07-31T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:21:57.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/34.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/34.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoops. Bad aim, there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429091726644268?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429091726644268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429091726644268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429091726644268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429091726644268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-whoops.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429089690542832</id><published>2006-07-31T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:21:36.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/22.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/22.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCafe's my new fav. Haha. Cheap AND good. Gotta love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429089690542832?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429089690542832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429089690542832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429089690542832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429089690542832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/mccafes-my-new-fav.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429085419983229</id><published>2006-07-31T04:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:20:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/12.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/12.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to ya. Sophia..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429085419983229?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429085419983229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429085419983229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429085419983229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429085419983229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/presenting-to-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429081526686646</id><published>2006-07-31T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:20:15.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/9.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/9.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing singer who does Jewel justice! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429081526686646?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429081526686646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429081526686646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429081526686646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429081526686646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/amazing-singer-who-does-jewel-justice.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429079220220325</id><published>2006-07-31T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:19:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! Ignore the bad hair, and take note of the emoness. HAHA. I think it's funny. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429079220220325?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429079220220325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429079220220325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429079220220325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429079220220325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-ignore-bad-hair-and-take-note-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429075664685787</id><published>2006-07-31T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:19:16.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot. The booth somehow looks pretty old skool. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429075664685787?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429075664685787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429075664685787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429075664685787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429075664685787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429071059421512</id><published>2006-07-31T04:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:18:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/2.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/2.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stwipe powerrr!! Sry you had to squint.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429071059421512?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429071059421512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429071059421512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429071059421512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429071059421512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/stwipe-powerrr-sry-you-had-to-squint.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115429068850199324</id><published>2006-07-31T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:18:08.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/640/20.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/81/11173/400/20.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik look alike! I know it's blur. But well. I had to be on the low!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115429068850199324?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115429068850199324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115429068850199324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429068850199324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115429068850199324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/taufik-look-alike-i-know-its-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115428969696292379</id><published>2006-07-31T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:08:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These two days</title><content type='html'>Hello. My moods have been really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; muddled up these days! But presently, all's quite good. Me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Saturday! It was a lovely day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with dearest Clara for lunch, after such a long list of absence! I missed ya a lot babe! If this keeps up, oh man. It'll suck even more when you leave for Australia! ): No no. There's still this thing called emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened her tution was at TM. After browsing around, decided to lunch at BaliThai. The food was superb. Green curry! (Which kinda reminded me the other time Tricia, you and me ate at ThaiExpress over a year ago!) It was nice catching up and all that. Even though we're &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;in the same school. It's like. Schedules clash and stuff. So I don't see her all that often. Which is a great pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was great seeing yah proper! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that trained to CityHall to meet Mel! See, it was that morning itself, she phoned me, and proposed a study date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some difficulty locating *the* spot to camp for the next few hours. Went from Esplanade to Marina Square. And you know what. We ended up settling for Macs. Haha. What a place to study, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCafe's not all that bad. (I recall myself scoffing at it, so maybe you scoffed too? Hah.) Had my first taste of it the other time at Parkway's outlet with Mud and Jib. Remember guys? My brother got that fucking huge cup of Hot Chocolate which was so nicely decorated with the chocolate syrup! Haha. The day you guys found out about... and Najib took it so terribly he had to go up and ask that stranger for one cos he was out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Taufik look alike that served me! He's cuter than Taufik though. Haha. Well anyway, after we were done with work, walked around, and oohh! Saw this lovely pair of maroonishblack rimmed glasses that were degreeless. And you know what. We both tried it and &lt;em&gt;looked good &lt;/em&gt;may I add! Eh I wanna get it! Haha. It makes me look. I dont know. Quite like a librarian bitch, you know that kind? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we walked about and camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. There was this random old couple shooting us confused looks. As if going "Ah, so this is what the young ones do nowadays with a camera." We (or rather she) managed to snap a couple of really artistic shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a whole familiy of Stwipe Power! *insides. Even managed to snap a photo of them! So there we were, snapping random pics. When I thought I was hallucinating when I heard Jewel! My mind totally went frantic. "Oh my god. Mel, is that Standing Still?!" "Huh? *continues snapping photos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went first to that area there. And witnessed this talented singer named Sophia/Sofia, local mind you and she was GREAT. She sang Jewel beautifully. (: It was really really nice. Watched her perform a couple more songs. And you know what. I love all the songs she sang. It's all of the Mellow-Jewel-Sarah sort. It was really beautiful. Amazing. *sigh. Everything was just wonderful. Only one more thing to make it complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the performance. It was a real pity we didnt head over to Esplanade earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this note, I think Jann Arden and Sarah McLachlan make a really brilliant duo. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home soon after. Not before snapping a couple more "classics" in the Mrt Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Met Mel again at Tamp Central before heading off for tuition. She wanted to browse for jeans. Claiming that she doesnt own a single decent pair. She lies. Cos I've seen her in jeans! But she insists that she doesn't own a nice pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scouting a while more, had lunch and went our separate ways. I went to tuiton, alone. You asshole Zai. Go M'sia, wth?! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was really productive, actually. Organic Chem, is no funny matter. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everyone. Go &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and sign up to be a Hello member. Why? Because I'm a member and it transfers photos so fucking fast, you won't believe it. Go sign up! So next time, when you send me pics, it'll take half as long. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.43 you guys. Haha. I amaze myself sometimes. Good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115428969696292379?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115428969696292379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115428969696292379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115428969696292379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115428969696292379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-two-days.html' title='These two days'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115399641493631044</id><published>2006-07-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:29:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger decided to love me again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, a quick overview/recap of Siti's 16th. (Damn. If only I do this for study purposes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lyon serenaded her "Always" by Bon Jovi! Now &lt;em&gt;that's &lt;/em&gt;the kinda guy we'd all love to have. (see third pic!) He sang to her while putting on the engraved ring (which says Lyon &lt;3&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Irah/ Sweet sixteenth). Someone kill me already. Dying with jealousy here! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He too was dared. Haha. Ended up eating a - which um. Let's just say uh "went through a lot". LOL (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sathish is really some idiot man. (Lyon's friend who tagged along.) LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She had to blow candles, not once, not twice, but &lt;em&gt;thrice&lt;/em&gt;. First the ice cream cake, then the firehouse (which was on the house since it's her birthday) and the third was another firehouse we ordered for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the whole hoard of Swensens' staff brought the cake, they had this CLOWN hats on, jinggling some weird random toy. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She opened her presents and was pleasantly surprised! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of the stuff we got her: a MNG top, this &lt;em&gt;gorgeous &lt;/em&gt;Zara black and gold stripped shrug that I was really tempted to get for myself. Fatmah had to tear the plastic bag away from me later. Haha. Also, this really cute seashell-cover mini book thingy full of our well wishes, all conveniently in one booklet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fatmah got her this really HUMONGOUS Grandma knickers as a personal card, so fugly (and funny) we all nearly pissed from laughing. Actually for all you know, some of us may have just.. Nevermind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bunch of us trooped to Esplanade to catch Baybeats but ended up mainly taking pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let the pictures do their thang! Here are a couple of pics, not all cos I'm lazy and I know if I "fully exploit" the love Blogger has given me, I'd be in deep shit; (meaning com fucks up) from Siti's 16th. No matter how I try to get used to calling her Irah, I always fail. You're still Siti to me. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/irah%27s16th%40swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/sweet16th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/serenade.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/postdinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/banshees.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright people. Done here. RHD pics another day lah kay. The Lazy Libran in action here. Sorry. Can't help adding that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hady, is making me weak in the knees! He's (damn!) really good! Ahh. That crazy fanatical side of me is emerging! OH GOD NO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught Singapore Idol last night? You know there was something about how the guy contestants kept moving their hands up and down the mike stand. I just couldn't tear my eyes off their hands. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon Leong looked good with slicked back hair! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough Idol already, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah. You know the badge given if you donate at the Tapestry gigs supporting the Orange Ribbon? (Btw, Orange Ribbon is to support Racial Harmony) Me &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You = Tr&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t. I only realised the "us" in the Trust just yesterday. Haha. I think the Tapestry landyard's (sp?) pretty too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning. It was so retarded. I intended on returning Naz' book, Tuesdays with Morrie that I held captive for god knows how long. Whoops. But see, I didn't quite feel like reading 12th Night, The Bachelor of Arts or Newsweek. So I ended up reading that darn tear jerker by Mitch Albom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was feeling all emo and stuff. So yah. I kinda shed a tear or two. Okay fine. So it was more than a tear or two. But really. I love that book. Morrie rocks man. &lt;em&gt;The Sixth Tuesday &lt;/em&gt;struck me the most. Also that chapter about Family. Sigh. Bloody tear jerkers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah yes. Now, I officially have a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/purplestockings"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; account &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/feverishred"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; account. SHEEEEEEEEET. Hahah. So here's my "goodbye" to non conformity. ): Such are the weak willed. *Sigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I just deleted a whole paragraph full of excuses. Decided it was pointless. See, the thing is no one &lt;em&gt;forced &lt;/em&gt;me to make those accounts. &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;made them. It's mainly to &lt;em&gt;keep in contact with the people I know&lt;/em&gt;. Really. HAHAHA. I couldn't resist it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yup. Be &lt;em&gt;friendly &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;share your space. &lt;/em&gt;:D Ciao babes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115399641493631044?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115399641493631044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115399641493631044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115399641493631044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115399641493631044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogger-decided-to-love-me-again.html' title='Blogger decided to love me again.'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115384450063558339</id><published>2006-07-25T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:33:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Life As You Know It</title><content type='html'>My computer's screwed. A classic. I was halfway typing an entry, and all of a sudden the entire window closed by itself! Argh. Huda. wont. curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not gna waste MORE time, shall keep it short yet sweet. (Hah, Liane!) Yesterday studied at the new Starbucks outlet in town. The one jammed in between Paragon and Heeren. It's nice and cozy. The baristas were really friendly too, as usual. If only Singapore's service were generally like that. Now, wouldn't that be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know Arsyad/Arshad. He's a, um, Malaynese? (Sounds like &lt;em&gt;mayanoise&lt;/em&gt;!)Yup. Haha. (Meeting new people is like this sudden addiction or something, LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied there. Mud and Jib happened to be at Peninsular, so they dropped by. You'll never get bored with those two idiots. And Najib, I think you lie &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think my punches were as painless/pathetic as you claimed it was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Cine's LJ, then they accompanied me to get my dad's present. Today's he's 50th. So old! Haha. I hope he likes his brown Picard wallet! He better. I could've bought TWO pairs of pumps okay! ): But I love my dad, especially more so now, ever since that "sharing" moment. (: He's only 50 but he can pass for a 55 y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, today! Us Bio droppers were supposed to have a total of four free periods. (Malay: Naz&amp;I were viewing pics on the com, with card reader brought, everything!) The Bio period was fruitless. (What's new, yo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairuz and I were plugging in to Diana's Nano and listening to Mellow, Emo songs. Haha. Sigh. You know, ever since Mud sent me that song by Death Cab for Cutie, I'd play it &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; once when I'm online. The song is such a melt-you-quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary cos there was this one time where Mrs Tan walked by! AHAHAHA. We had to calmly, yet swiftly put it away. Close call, there. Being really friendly and nice (and fake, lol) works wonders sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chem after. The entire class was just so dead. It'd be hilarious if someone were to record 4c's mood then. Heh. Ms Begam definitely got the hint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went straight to Siglap's Starbucks to study. Close to two hours later, Mar and Najib came, us three left for next door, when we saw Mud approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelare, it was. Tuesday, fellas! Woohoo. Hungry. Large waffles with one scoop of ice cream. God, it was good. All of it was. The talk, the food, the company. (Things change, shut up ah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Rahimah's later. Zai finally arrived after his mock paper, and we sat and mooched till abut 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Life as you know it! Woot! I thought the scene, where Ben ran out to find Sue &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; "ditching" his teacher-gf, only to see her getting down and dirty with another guy, and like, managed to get some guy to hand over his corsage to give to her! (cos earlier on, he kinda forgot about the corssage.)? It was really sad. Poor Ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snippet for next week's shows his gf teacher being rather desperate? Can't wait for next week's episode to air! Ohh. Dino so hawt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye. Loveyah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know the title's ALMOST irrelevant, but ah. I like it. Bye.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115384450063558339?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115384450063558339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115384450063558339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115384450063558339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115384450063558339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-heart-life-as-you-know-it.html' title='I heart Life As You Know It'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115376197311222771</id><published>2006-07-25T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T01:52:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's easier to believe in this sweet madness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, it drives me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;Hi, it's not easy. &lt;br /&gt;Hey, I need to say something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Realised you mean a lot.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, it kills me sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115376197311222771?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115376197311222771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115376197311222771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115376197311222771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115376197311222771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/greetings_25.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115366826871031245</id><published>2006-07-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:27:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My open letter to you</title><content type='html'>Life sometimes throws a mighty big punch at you. What's puzzling is that you know what caused it. And yet you refuse to correct it. Too stubborn and proud to mend the broken ties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, sometimes things are the way they are. There's no underlying message. It's plain for all to see. There's no need to complicate matters and fabricate theories that mean bull. A wrong is still a wrong. To compensate for that wrong, the least you could do is make an effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we talk effort here, it means &lt;em&gt;effort&lt;/em&gt;. Real effort. Not some stupid attempt (which makes it seem as though the whole thing's just &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; insignificant to you) to make things better. Even when it means putting yourself on the line. Hey it wasn't me who made you do whatever fucks you did, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness. It's the term one usually coins with mistakes, sins, the like. I don't think it's an easy task, for anybody. It takes steps. Minute, baby steps. Only then will it heal properly and fully, bearing no visible bruises. Perhaps a lesson, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather? Instantaneous, and shortlasting? Yeah I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time too okay. It was one helluva kick to my pride. The cause was dumb, yeah I admit. Trivial. But it's these kinda things that speaks a lot more, speaking for matters of depths so amazing, it blows you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do care. God are you kidding?! Of course I do. You see things have been rather smooth sailing the whole journey since day one. And then this had to happen. It was partially the suddenness of the entire thing. And of course the full impact that made me bend over in shame and stupidity, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It caught me off guard. The sheer force of it. It blinded me. Made me deaf and ignorant. Oblivious to all the subtle pleadings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think I'm dramatising the issue. I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand. Maybe I'm a great actress, out of the blue. But it's not all that easy to un-exist someone. There ain't no erasers to do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simpleton could see, this isn't the way it should be. Time. It just needs time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115366826871031245?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115366826871031245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115366826871031245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115366826871031245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115366826871031245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-open-letter-to-you.html' title='My open letter to you'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115359629170563917</id><published>2006-07-23T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:37:22.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RHD, Blacklights, today, and - (shocker)</title><content type='html'>So. Yesterday. (Ew. Hilary "i'm a good girl" Duff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was RHD yesterday! It was fun. As usual. More so, actually. Since it's our last year. It was a blast. Took a gazillion pictures! It was snap-a-frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//sidetrack// "Frenzy" looks like "freezing", I don't know why. Which is what I currently am. &lt;em&gt;Freezing&lt;/em&gt;. Zipped up my Cedar jacket right to the neck. Ooh. Me in Alsaka, yo! //end//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically took tons of pictures. But you know what. I didnt get to take any with Siti, Nuzie and Murny! And a lot of people actually. Like Clara (Lee), Szeling, Dina, squadmates generally, as well as Faizah! And hm. Mrs Chew! And a couple others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was being such a cow! Really bitchy, it's quite shocking! But I'm sure there's an explanation behind it. Though it's probably no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Suresh may just leave Cedar! He told us first period (technically second, but who gives). He was being really personal/informal (or as informal as he can get which really isn't. LOL.) with the whole class. He's really sweet. (: Gna miss him fo' sho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up giving in to us after all our whinings. So no Emaths for the day! Joy! We ended up going down to the garden/courtyard to take class pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made the day even more &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;, was the &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; two Bio Prac periods. Which meant free periods for us four (Cynnn, Lilin, Fairuz and I) since we dropped that disgusting subject this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a some time talking and rotting in class. It took a while for us to realise that we could head on over to the library! Mdm Heng was nice to us. Let us use the computer. We were the only ones in the library plus her, which made it even cooler. (I don't particularly know why. More privacy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited various sites. And this one which disgusted/scared the shit out of us. *shivers* Bleargh, yuck. Why'd anyone want to ever do that! It's really... &lt;em&gt;my god&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, yes, it's a form of art. But come on! Let's not get overboard, here yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours of pure slack. (Note to self: Huda, prelims are in a month. Get a grip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, the whole bunch of us cabbed to PS to have lunch at Pizza Hut! Four of us were still in our sarees and Dirah was still in her red sexy cheongsam! Heh. Hey, we're cool kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed out of our costumes later, into school attire. Which uh. Kinda meant shorts, hse tee and slippers. Hah. Met Murny in the toilet! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we splitted up. Naz, Dirah and I went window shopping! In this case, it was tons of fun cos we were kinda &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed hats of different sorts and squeezed into the cubicle and started posing for the camera! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave, to meet Mel! MRT-ed to Bedok. And guess who I had to meet in the train! Murny and Sadiq! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone arrived, (two just-met people) walked to TJC! Since I know I'm way too draggy, shall cut it short. Good music + bad music + met new people = great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello new people! That's too boring. Let's try it again. &lt;strong&gt;Hello friendly new people! (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys from &lt;a href="http://leaventrait.net/"&gt;The Leaven Trait&lt;/a&gt; are a pretty friendly bunch. Especially Ben. The "young" one. Fiona's friend and friend's friend are too. Carmen and Lyn, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall that one time J and I met "new people"? That Fiona? Turns out Mel knew her too. How small can Singapore get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, smaller apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were giving our tickets at the entrance, when suddenly I heard someone call my name. Turned around, scanned the faces, all seemed unfamiliar. Scanned again, and found Syakirah's pretty face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAKIRAH! :D I've not seen her in years. Since I quit religious classes! Man. Apparently, she's in TJ now. IP programme. Smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3Dash1, TLT, and Arrowhead/Aerohead were good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some competition thing between 5 bands. There were some pretty cringe-worthy ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing ended about 10.30? A whole group of us walked out to the bus stop together. The Easties crossed the bridge to Bedok Int while the other directions people cabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at Macs for about half an hour/ 45 mins? Had good talk with Edison (was it? omg. I cannot rmb. Huda=bad with names. I'm so sry ex-scouts-boy-still-very-active-in-Damai guy.), Ben, Fiona and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being open is a very attractive character trait. (Hah. Check that out. "trait".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-ed home with Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Met Mel at City Hall. trooped over to Esplanade, where we, expectedly, bumped into Fatmah! &lt;em&gt;Hello darling!&lt;/em&gt; There wasn't enough space for us two so we had to make do at the Singapore Arts Cafe. Did some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so vocal lesson group or sth rehearsing for an *cringe* upcoming show? They were, um. Pretty bad. =X Not that I can sing or anything. Suppose it does take some guts to sing in front of an audience with a voice like that/like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far East. Looked around for while. Melissa wanted to find this particular pattern of jewellery be it necklace, earring, ring. But we couldn't find it. She ended up getting this cute red and white checkered thick hairband, which really suits her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the gang (mainly last night people) at Heeren. TLT played three songs only! Last night they had to cut they're performance short cos people from the neighbouring flats complained. So yup.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Cine's LJ. Went home. Periods in between walking to LJS and splitting up at the Orc MRT, were some good interesting talk/revelations/confessions/girl2girl moments. We came up with our stages to continue from Carmen's list. LOL. It's nice to know that you're not the only one facing through that kinda shit. Heh. Misery loves company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.59 now. Why can't I sleep? I was craving for fruit juice just now, which was at about 2.30. My brother finished every drop of it! Wth. So I made my own orange milkshake, which is pretty good, I must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. In the wee hours, I was busy cutting up oranges, giving the fruit juicer a work out, followed by the blender to "milkshake-ify" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know orange pulp? It's not funny when you're trying to wash them down the sink. Cos they will suddenly abandon each other, floating individually and giving me a bloody hard time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You know what. I'm really a loser man. LOL. I've succumbed. *pause* My dear friends, I just made a MySpace account. *beethoven plays dramatically* I sigh. But it's okay! It's still better than friendster? Haha. What a pathetic attempt to save my own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now then. Let's all not get too excited about this little confession. I'm now tired, so do have a goodnight, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you've got a MySpace acount, you know what to do, yes? Many thanks. &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/purplestockings/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115359629170563917?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115359629170563917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115359629170563917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115359629170563917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115359629170563917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/rhd-blacklights-today-and-shocker.html' title='RHD, Blacklights, today, and - (shocker)'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115341283232401577</id><published>2006-07-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:27:17.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A jumble of sorts</title><content type='html'>Okay hi! Gna make this a very disorganized entry kay. Don't grumble if somehow, you get lost halfway. Cos really. There's too much to update and woo! Brain not catching up all that well y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I sound really high I know. Must be the 2 cups of coffee. OR IT COULD BE BECAUSE IT'S RACIAL HARMONY DAY TMR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some Oral course thing sometime this week. Where Mr Mentos and Mr Botak gave us this lecture/seminar/whatchamacallit. (hey, they call themselves that. The first's a snotty English guy and the second's an Australian. The Eng guy calls himself that, yah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;. Please don't rub it in. Oral course. And I'm in it. Omf, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; okay. Burh. Coming from someone who has no difficulty talking/aceing past orals with flying colours, thankyou. (HAHAH. &lt;em&gt;past orals&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were funny and entertaining enough. Although, yknow. It kinda doesnt quite relate to a majority of us. Since we do, most of the time, speak English and stuff. This course should be held in our mother tongues. (Until now, I spell tongue with Ms Tong's t-o-n-g and then a u-e. Random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the course at the AVT, the whole bunch of us (4c) headed to PP Macs. 4c rocks balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the past few weeks, we've been witnessing the progression of our teachers' state of mind. Mrs Foo, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4c: So Mrs Foo! What's your horoscope!&lt;br /&gt;MF: It was my brithday on your eng mid yr paper&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy: Taurus!&lt;br /&gt;MF: Yes. Correct. BOO! *both hands doing the "call me" sign horizontal on her forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she did her "BOO!" it was really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;out of NOWHERE! Totalleh unexpected. The whole class got a shock. It was a good one. You could hear that brief pause of complete silence, when everyone was taking in what she just did. And then the whole class burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mrs Foo, like what LKC said, she's my new "god-mother". Hahah. I kinda wanted our form teacher. But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd! National Track&amp;Field Meet! I didn't go last year. Since this would be our last year as a Cedarian, the first batch of tickets were given to the secfours first. The whole bunch of us (4C) headed over together. It was hilarious, our journey there. We took a bus ride that was a gazillion years long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there, about half an hour late. The atmosphere, is nothing, I repeat, &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;, compared to the previous years at the Kallang Stadium. Hello. &lt;em&gt;Choa Chu Kang's&lt;/em&gt; like, in the middle of nowhere. And it's not the full Cedarian population, so the *power* and *presence* wasn't felt. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the sec two meet. Where it rained, and yet we stood out there constantly cheering the athletes on. We had lots of fun that year's meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relays were really exciting to watch! Especially when there's some drama involved (guy2 unexpectedly catching up with guy1, etc). I swear, when it was Cedar's 4by4, it really felt like the longest 4 mins plus, ever. Everything started slowing down and your ears were suddenly blocked, you can't hear yourself shouting, you can't hear anything! Somewhere you can see a blur of blue jumping up and down in excitement, everyone's main focus was on the Cedarian running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Spotted Shengwei! He ran for VS. Not bad, not bad. And later, on the way out when I bumped into him, that fella claims to have not performed well. HOH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got overall third, which was cool. Got what we wanted. So it was really cool. Today's morning assembly was rather emotional and touching for the trackers. I mean, Amelia and Jen almost broke down! I'll bet Mr Tay was damn touched. (Cannot believe she didn't comment on it. God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. School was normal. Fairuz was really strange today. She was so fuggin' outspoken (if that's even what you can call it. lol.) during SS! Weirdo. Oh! And I wasn't as lost as I usually am during Amaths so &lt;em&gt;woohoo!&lt;/em&gt; for me there! :D Still doesn't change the way I feel about Relative Velocity though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Thursday. Which means it's an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day. Ugh. Gross. But we didnt have Jogging since Mr Suresh decided to take that period to do combined Emaths with 4H. Do you how much I dread Emaths? You can ask Sheena. Each Emaths lesson, without fail, I'd ask her how long more till the period's over. Must. break. bad. habit.. &lt;em&gt;Love school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was strange too. I swear the clock read 6.25! And I was thinking. "Aw fuck. No.." Because the lastest 8 I can take is 6.25. And I've to walk out to the main road's bus stop which is about a 5 min walk. So that would mean that I'd have to take a cab (halfway or not) to not be late. And that is definitely not something I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it turns out! I boarded the 6.16 bus! Which was pretty cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this week also. I think it's a Monday. I woke up late. Being the stingy idiot that I am, I took 8, alighted at Bedok Reservoir, somewhere near Faizah's house, and took a cab there to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER COW. (Lock, your influence leh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to fork out a total of 7.80!!!!!!!!! ):):):): I'm so sad. Bloody cab driver's a fucktard too! I remember clearly, I boarded the cab at 6.53! It's not even 7 yet! And how about I didn't even know about the $2 charge recently implemented!! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea too, why I didn't make a big deal of it to the cabbie there and then. Probably because, I really was kinda late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. Monday. I was quite pleased about the Listening Compre O Level. First thing's first. I don't know why. But the past few days I've been a real "baby". In the pampered sense? Like I don't know. Ohshutup. Pms, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the minute the thing was over, tapped Naz' chair in front of me, compared answers and they're exactly alike! I kinda thought it was rather tough. Tricky. I only filled up 6 ovals the first time they read the stories! Hey. It was quite muffled okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH. The end of the Listening Compre. There was the Madrasah people in our school too, in their home clothes. Nuzie, &lt;s&gt;stupidly&lt;/s&gt; generously dared me to go up to them and get their entire set of answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I did it lah. And so I earned myself 10bucks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to treat her at LJS (there happy?), and minus what I paid in the morn dadidada, I paid about 1 buck plus for the cab fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yah. Back to TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I told you it's gna be an extremely messy post, with no particular "flow".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had Physics Prac Mock Paper. It was okay lah. Miss Tang was being really interactive and friendly! I recall her being very fierce and officer-ish back in sectwo. Oh and &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; was PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Physics Prac, the class generally splitted up into two; Camp Little India and Camp Chinatown. The seven of us, Naz, Jazzy, Liane, Sheena, Gwen, Lilin and I were the members of Team Little India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out, me tossing Rach's huge fluffy lovable tomato up in the air, deciding our mode of transportation. &lt;em&gt;To cab or not to cab?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one waiting for us patiently (or so it seemed). And out of the blue, this other cab turns in to our school lane there. Like what Lilin said, it's predestined we take a cab there. What are the odds, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little India. It was really fun. Had a great time. We all felt like tourists &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; India! Cos it was REALLY darn hot. And I don't know. Everything around us spoke of that place, so it really was exciting! Our own little road trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was real cute that there were so many girls in school uniform scattered around the area! All in their last minute search for a costume for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad our way to Hanifaa (where Mrs Chew told us she'll be at about 5 to buy herself a saree to wear with our class! I told you she's awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazeehah had a humongous problem deciding which saree to get. The options were endless! It was like cloth left right up down! All of us were "helping" her get the saree. Which of course, equates to ultimate pandemonium. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up getting this really pretty peach-y colour, with a black velvet inside thingy. That girl really went mad today buying the entire outfit, basically. PLUS accessories. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scouted around for bangles! Oh. I got really pretty ones! We all did! Huiyun! I chose for you a really nice blue set okay! Quick bow down with gratitude!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically just got a lot of accessories! Sheena's hand sticker thing's gna be real pretty. And Gwen's earrings really do match the cloth perfectly! Liane's tatoo thingy's nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to get Jasmines for the class! (Hah. Susila.) And a lovely garland for Mrs Chew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular lane we walked on. And &lt;em&gt;myohmy&lt;/em&gt;, was it scary! It was really freaky. This old lady suddenly makes her way towards us and like took our hands and then slapped her cheek or something. Oh god. That place gives me the creeps. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around some more, we realised we were all starving. So us famished girls made our way to 7-11 and bought their on-the-go combo meals! Which were pretty good actually. Gwen, &lt;s&gt;Shitna&lt;/s&gt; Sheena and I got the Chicken Cheese Sandwich (?) combo which was yums. Well, if you're that hungry, anything's tasty, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously on-the-go! We were walking with our stuff towards the MRT, &lt;em&gt;eating&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted ways, and yes! Tomorrow's gna be a helluva fun day! Oh no! Our last RHD in Cedar. ): Man. Tons of pics, baybeh! :D Bhavani rocks for loaning me another one of her sarees again! And it's so prettaye too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol! I can't believe Gayle's out! I was really expecting Jay. What happened to the IJTP support?! Sheesh. LOL. I mean, inspite of everything, she really did look very pitiful just now. It's like she had this "instinct" that she'll be out even before Gurmit announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HADY POWER ALL THE WAY! I like Jonathan Leong too tho! And EW. Paul. *disgusted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm tired and this has been so fucking long. Sry if I bored you with such lengthy and pointless details. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what's it now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115341283232401577?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115341283232401577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115341283232401577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115341283232401577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115341283232401577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/jumble-of-sorts.html' title='A jumble of sorts'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115313986556050929</id><published>2006-07-17T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:37:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equality/fairness can only stretch so much</title><content type='html'>Today's been relatively alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered this last night. Did you know I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://myveryownglob.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Miyagi&lt;/a&gt; 48 days ago! HAHAHA. So it may be a &lt;em&gt;chance &lt;/em&gt;thing. But &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt;. It's cool okay. &lt;a href="http://miyagi.sg/?p=1113"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't happen to read it in time to do that meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been jumping ship, back and forth too often already, it's making me sea sick. Whoa. *stumbles; dizzy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus, cos all &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;talk is making me really sick cos it's just &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sorry. Call me narrow (for once, ya), but that's just not the way things shoud go. But it is. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, brother grumbling overdose. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115313986556050929?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115313986556050929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115313986556050929' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115313986556050929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115313986556050929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/equalityfairness-can-only-stretch-so.html' title='Equality/fairness can only stretch so much'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115306274741768229</id><published>2006-07-16T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:18:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnest CIP Everr</title><content type='html'>Windows Live Messenger! I kinda like it. (: Purple's the default colour. Oh so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP today. Metta Welfare Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;smart for making them (being Lilin, Huiyun, Janine and Fairuz cos Sheena pulled out last minute) come half an hour &lt;em&gt;earlier&lt;/em&gt;. (So they almost nearly killed me for making them wake up earlier/ their father grumble for rushing him. Wth. &lt;em&gt;Almost nearly&lt;/em&gt;!?) Just one of the other things I picked up in NP. LOL. (And if you're gna go "Ohmygosh Huda. You actually need to be &lt;em&gt;taught &lt;/em&gt;such simple things!?" I'll kick you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at BK first. Janine and Fairuz came in grey skirt, hse tee and &lt;em&gt;birkenstocks!&lt;/em&gt; After which, made our way to the "gathering place" only to be told that we've got to come back later cos they were short of tins and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it quick, basically, we were given 3 hours free. During which we basically just flitted from place to place. The Gelato shop, where the guy was cool enough to give us a kinda "tour" to see how ice cream's made, and all that. Those two.. *shakes head* Yaya only ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to Coffee Bean where the &lt;em&gt;five &lt;/em&gt;of us shared a bottle of Diet Snapple. (No, before today I never knew such a drink existed.) Dropped by Topshop where all of us, except Lilin, tried on clothes. I &lt;em&gt;may &lt;/em&gt;just get that bustier. At least it's filled, yknow. LOL. I'll wear it with a jacket lah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We splitted up. Janine and Fairuz, the three of us. Huiyun and I got an Outfitter Girls tee each! Heh. So us 3 made our way to the City Hall area (bus-ed lah, you nuts!), where we walked to Plaza Sing and further up till Heeren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we made pit stops here and there. Like at FOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I think that'd be about 45 minutes to an hour later, Huiyun and I got tired. So we settled down at NYDC while Hardworking Lilin continued on! Manhatten Mocha, makes you sick of it after just a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised something. Caucasions are not very generous people yknow. Well, at least those I asked! Do I look that not tourist-friendly! How saddening! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-ed back to Bugis, returned the stuff, and went shopping. LOL. Browsed around cos Huiyun wanted to buy &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. Ended up in Fox where she got a pair of cute black shorts, Lilin got flip flops and I got another top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was spotted! But I did not spot! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to Kem MRT to meet Zai and we ended up being about 15 minutes late for tuition. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOLEH MOLEH MOLEH MOLEH. Stupid Chemistry. It pisses me off so bad sometimes. I mean, I could do the questions just now, but it's like Chem. Just the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of subjects, Sophia just broke to me the news! She's gna drop Lit. Omgomgomg. Slap her, she's French! (random) But really. *Slap* Your choice lah woman. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just you. Am &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; too. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, conversed about something personal with both my parents, including my Dad! (I know "parents" means &lt;em&gt;both &lt;/em&gt;of them, it's just really surprising that MY dad's involved!) He was so cool about it. Brutally honest, and away with the beatings around the stupid bush! Suddenly, I feel a stronger bond with Dearest Pa. I cannot deny. I have way too cool parents. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I need some distraction. Oh beautiful release."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115306274741768229?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115306274741768229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115306274741768229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115306274741768229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115306274741768229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/funnest-cip-everr.html' title='Funnest CIP Everr'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115298957579066667</id><published>2006-07-16T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T03:20:50.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sixteenth for yet another girl; a few thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today was a helluva fun time! Happy sweet sixteenth, my dear Siti Zuhairah! Hope you love (note: I didin't say &lt;em&gt; like &lt;/em&gt;!) the gifts we got ya! May my birthday be awesome too. Or awesome-er. Heh. I've yet to know what it feels like to be finally sixteen. Boo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More detailed updates another time, with the thousand and one photos we took! (We were camwhoring away at Swensens and at Esplanade!) Well, I hope you had a great sixteenth, yeah! I REALLY wanted to buy that lovely shrug for MYSELF. It was really too pretty, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really summarised one. A "surprise" we thought you knew, but it actually was a surprise. Ooooh.. The birthday dare! (Hot muchachos babe!) Dropped by Baybeats for a while, where we mainly took pics, with the guys taking turns to be photographers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys! We always have too much fun, it's &lt;em&gt;wayyy &lt;/em&gt;ser-care-ree sometimes! I'm obviously, pretty high right now. Maybe it's because I just created a Bingbox account! LOL. I know. I'm not the kinda person to do this kinda thing! But hey. Why not, yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Now I'm just like all you lousy suckers with myspace/friendster. HAHAH. Now that I've mentioned it, I have a strong feeling I'll submit to all those calls to just create one already! Hahah. Loo-zah me. Sadsad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop this crazy sudden spark of hyperactivity, *coughs, puts on a stern professor's voice* "and get down to some serious business".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped this off &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; which has some really good writings, check it out.This one's by &lt;a href="http://girldisrupted.deviantart.com/"&gt;Girldisrupted&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open letter to broken hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We write pages of what it means to love and hurt and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bruises that fade, scars that don't, and broken bones that never heal back into the way they were. There are train platforms. Airport departure halls. Unfinished mugs of coffee, stained with lip gloss. Unmade beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trapped on the lips of men and women who have no one to speak to.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this italicized version of love-not-given, we whisper into parentheses of hope that aren't hopeful at all cause we're always walking away or standing still while someone else turns their back on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yet we still keep coming back for more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we insist on falling in love over and over when we inevitably fall out? We crash to the ground with sickening thuds and arms that snap like twigs because they no longer have anyone to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t learn from our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I am the Mistress of Not Learning From My Mistakes, with my dedicated naivety [foolishness] to the art of tripping over and over again. Over my own feet. Or his careless leg, stretched out, unaware of the people around him. And it's not a specific "He" that comes to mind in this moment that does not want to end – but rather the collective mass of faces that I have christened Rejection. [Failure]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to spend the rest of our lives with one person? And why are we made to feel like shit [less than shit] if we're alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25. Single. And apparently according to the society I live in – on the threshold of spinsterhood. [And there is no knight in shining armour to sweep you over this threshold. Instead you step over with your own two feet into your condemnation.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn’t what concerns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What concerns me is that I am alone and&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;t i r e d&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;being&lt;br /&gt;a l o n e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also tired of caring. I'm tired of beginnings despite their excitement and the flutters in my stomach when I wonder if he cares, if he thinks about me, if I'm reading into things more than I should. I am tired of waiting for something to happen despite the pure joy of finding out that you were right and that he did want you and then he kisses you and it's like you feel alive for the first time. Ever. He teaches you how to breathe and you never want things to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or things could go in the opposite direction at breakneck speed. Because what if it isn’t pure joy that waits at the end of this road[in a ditch by the side of a back street]. What if it's another rejection. [Remember I am one who doesn’t learn from her mistakes. Or so I've been told]. What if he would only say You shouldn't have said that or You shouldn't have thought that. Or worse. What if there is only silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now? There are thoughts of possibilities that are so far away. Plane rides. First times for more things than I care to think of right now. And what ifs. And pain right below my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they say the heart is the seat of emotions? Aristotle thought it was the liver. But to me – it is that place between the lungs, below the heart, embedded in the blood that flows but not trapped within the confines of a beating heart. No. It's in the cavity. And rightly so. Because emptiness only seems fitting to be the home for these barren feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think – take the plunge. Say what has to be said if it means that there's that slightest possibility that you'll hear the words that are waiting to be heard. Somewhere on someone's lips. [And you just have to hope that they are his lips that you will be looking at as he speaks the I love you and he knows that you're waiting for him to kiss you, and he teases you, hesitates just a second longer than you expect… before…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is a tiresome feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is tiring to think of the people that you want to be with but you can never be sure of their feelings. Not unless you risk everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want my limbs snapped in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what good are they now if they have no one to hold anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the backbone of the broken hearted we always come back for more. If we came together, collided cosmically, do you think you would break my heart or I, yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be left thinking I should have said something. I could have done something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Just some food for thought. Ponder about things, and have a goodnight. Or a merry morning cos this page's (Blogger: Red Hot Passion :: Create Post) been empty since god knows when and now it's 2.46 in the AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I've to be at Bugis by &lt;em&gt;eight&lt;/em&gt; for CIP! Man. Why, hello there puffy-er bags and oooh so dark circles. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;wants.&lt;br /&gt;you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115298957579066667?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115298957579066667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115298957579066667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115298957579066667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115298957579066667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-sixteenth-for-yet-another-girl.html' title='Sweet sixteenth for yet another girl; a few thoughts'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115280466451846626</id><published>2006-07-13T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:52:05.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the mind's all tied up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://raining-chocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Italise the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont watch TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. (aye. can't be too sure.)&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really,really fast.&lt;/strong&gt; (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way i look.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt; (generally. I mean you know. Ya. Generally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/strong&gt; (dislike, maybe. hate, I don't think so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/strong&gt; (okay lah. not fantastic or whatever *looks at Dirah*)&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a cellphone.&lt;/em&gt; (hoh my gawd. may the stars be with me this week. *prays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt; (well, it's the first channel I flip to. even before the tv's switched on properly. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. (I'm just scared I won't get it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt; (bloody seafood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/em&gt; (sometimes I think it wouldnt kill to be a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;less open. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. (interesting)&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/strong&gt; (rachel got it right. i LOVE it! not really MJ, but the scandals.)&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/em&gt; (It's a half half thing)&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I walk barefoot wherever i can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt; (I've always wanted to master &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. WHYWHYWHY did I quit violin in P3!)&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies. (my god. i HATE it!)&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden&lt;/strong&gt;/owned&lt;strong&gt; a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I used to leave my written book diaries at random places like buses/libraries/wedged bewteen something, whenever I realise the need to start afresh. Bcos somehow I just wanted someone, &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; to pick it up and read about my life. Let them know me as intimately as possible. Right down to the last detail. I know it's weird. But well. It's the same with blogs. We &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;people to read what we write, how we feel, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions. (huh. on the contrary, I think I think about it too much till it "seeps into my subconscious". UGH.)&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/strong&gt; (in this case that'd be classmates, I take it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsesical the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt; (I've always envied those who could do wonders with brushes/pencil/wtvr tool they use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. 5 people huh. Well, I'm gna be open about this. Who wants to do this just rip this off man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is &lt;a href="http://totallydiaryland.com/"&gt;Clara's&lt;/a&gt; set of answers for me. It's this weird thing. Something like if you were to tag me about this entry, I owe you this. But you'd have to put it up on your blog. Or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I’ll respond with something random about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like red and purple, jsng and ronniegoh, and your worst part of lit is the unseen component.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I’ll challenge you to try something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ 2007-2008. remember the deal(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I’ll pick a colour that I associate with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fiery bright shade of red, something in line with your personality. passion, fury, all that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I’ll tell you something I like about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're not busy being grumpy/a cow, you're fun and nice to talk to. and you speak your mind, which i really like, cos i think not enough people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is all the OAC stuff, when we were all at loggerheads. i don't know why i have no clear memory of you before that. you used to call sheena 'sheeney', and you got frustrated with us cos we talked incessantly during the nights at OAC. hahah sorry gruds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhh, i don't know. maybe a kangaroo. (sheesh. what is it with kangaroos! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're not going to answer this, but exactly what are your issues ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Bumped into Fairuz, on the bus to school, in like a gazillion years, and we just &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to talk about the most depressing thing ever. Prelims. :/ Early in the fuggin' morning, please. We were also busy critiqueing (sp?) the models on TV Mobile. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye, our body balance instructor wasn't here today. So this Amy, took her place. And I think she's better! Cos she's much more clearer when she's giving out instructions. My thighs are gna hurt like a mofo tmr. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogging was shite. Cos it's been ages. And honey, 2 rounds around the whole school, under the scorching sun is really "ARGH!"-inducing. According to Duck Chan, I've too much melanin, which is why I turn dark really easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was less than 30minutes under the sun! Because of all this sweaty activities, my face is now &lt;em&gt;cluttered. &lt;/em&gt;There's like 10 pimples. One HUMONGOUS one beside my left eye. Sigh. Retribution for making fun of &lt;a href="http://stunning-beauty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diana's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT was hilarious. We had the usual good dose of crap talk with Cikgu. While doing so, we were scanning today's papers; we were in the library. AND OMG. Did you see Cristiano! He looked SO PANAS. Life section. He looked so good. I could just eat him up. AHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu was telling us that if old makciks can kiss Dia's father (i cant spell his name) as well as Taufik, she has no idea what is to become of us younger generations! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really don't think I sound funny when I speak Malay. Apart from the fact that I stall a lot to think of the words in Malay, I really do think I sound fine! Wah. Cikgu ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry after school was pure TORTURE. Ohmygosh it was terrible. It's the day. I'm pretty sure Thursdays are cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chem met up with the Prats minus Mud (only met him for like 10 minutes when he dropped by before heading for tuition). It was talk over pratas and Cleo's Little Book of Naughty Moves. LOL. August issue's out, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najib, just go and do it please. It was rather interesting, the conversation we had. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this off with another questionnare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 FAVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TV show: Life As We Know It, 8th &amp; Ocean, Supernatural, My Super Sweet Sixteenth, The Simpsons, a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flower: Rose, sunflower! Well, to be given a flower is sweet enough in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;3. Alcohol: -&lt;br /&gt;4. Movie: Too many. And of various genres. Titanic! The Parent Trap! Practical Magic!&lt;br /&gt;5. Color: Red &amp;amp; purple&lt;br /&gt;6. Sport: Hm. Dancing, count?&lt;br /&gt;7. Mall: Wisma, I suppose. Or Far East. Or wait. TM! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;8. Music: Anything mellow, and classics are great too.&lt;br /&gt;9. Food: As long as it's not raw. I have a disgustingly sweet tooth too. Hello, diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Season: Singapore's winter where it's all dark, rainy and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't follow the singular terms. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hometown: Tampines&lt;br /&gt;2. Height: Nearing 1.6 lah shut up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair color: Natural colour. Black.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair Length: Long. When it's wet and straight it's halfway down my back!&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair style: What style. Curly and frizzy and fucking annoying. :/&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color: Black.&lt;br /&gt;7. Shoe size: 7/8&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood: Confused&lt;br /&gt;9. Sexuality: Straight&lt;br /&gt;10. Status: Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 LOVE LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been heartbroken: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart: Um. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever fallen for your best friend: Hahah. Got lah. But a passing thing. Besides, then we aren't as close now. So not counted. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you planning on getting married: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of committment: Kinda? I mean. Gee. The thought of having to answer to someone else other than your parents is kinda freaky.&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you ever get married to someone of the same sex: I'm not against it or anything. But I sure hope not!&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you ever have sex with someone of the same sex: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 THIS OR THATS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust: 50-50&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer: -&lt;br /&gt;3. Night or day: Split even.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hook-ups or relationship: Depends, really.&lt;br /&gt;5. TV or internet: TV! You'll just have to sit back and enjoy the show!&lt;br /&gt;6. Pepsi or coke: I rarely drink either, but I'd say Coke.&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night: Depends. If it's with a bunch of girls, the first one. If and when attached, the latter. Actually, a wild night out (tons of fun and crazy with spontaniety) with the guy can be fun too.&lt;br /&gt;8. Saturday or Sunday: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;9. Colored or black and white picture: Monochrome's cooler.&lt;br /&gt;10. Phone or in person: In person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is evidence that I'm indecisive. ): boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been caught sneaking out: Nope. #1, I don't have to. #2, even when I do, I'm too good to get caught please. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever skinny dipped: No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever done something you regret: Yeah. But acceptance and getting over it is the key.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever bungee jumped: Oh gosh no. I'm terrified. So not looking forward to October. ):&lt;br /&gt;5 Have you ever been on a house boat: No.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker: And that is....?&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever wanted someone so badly it hurt: Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever stayed up all nite until the sun came out?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever been caught by your parents with a hickey: =X&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever been caught by your parents doing anything more than making out: No lah. Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ARE YOUs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now: Uh huh. Aniszah! Where are you!!! And dear Aries.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you in love with anyone: Doubt it. Nah, dunch think so.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you happy: More or less. I mean, I have a family, I'm not starving, begging in the streets. But 50-50 really if we're talking more than the "neccesity" list.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you talking to anyone right now: Nah. Me time's always welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you bored: No. I have too much on my mind. It's throbbing in protest.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you German: No.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you Irish: No.&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you Italian: If only.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are your parents still married: Happily married.&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like someone right now: Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Male friend(s): Mud &amp; Najib&lt;br /&gt;2. Female friend(s): Aniszah's the only safest bet to put up here. (We dont go ard claiming we're "BESTIES" tho. As in. The kinda unspoken thing yknow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: Hakiem, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: My mum.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugged: This is so sad. I can't rmb! But I rmb hugging someone today tho!&lt;br /&gt;4. Messaged over Friendster: Hi there. I'm cooler than you. I don't have one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wearing&amp;amp;brand: The black tee Delph bought to support M. Xiaofern the other time. And sch shorts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Better than yesterday?: No. Worse, actually. Thursdays = F days. On top of that, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: Friday. A good day. Hiya weekend! You shd drop by more often ya know.&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: Yeah, I do actually. Jealous? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: Hmm. 3?&lt;br /&gt;2. Color: Purple&amp;amp;red. Eh, you asked before right!&lt;br /&gt;3. Season: Sg's winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: Yeah. Someone(s).&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: Still as confused.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanting: to consume something to make my head lighter and forget! Yes. Complications suck.&lt;br /&gt;And you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115280466451846626?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115280466451846626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115280466451846626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115280466451846626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115280466451846626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-minds-all-tied-up.html' title='When the mind&apos;s all tied up'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115272095970241314</id><published>2006-07-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:15:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A knot-ty mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm so tired but I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on the edge of something much too deep&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word&lt;br /&gt;We are screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;But we can't be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115272095970241314?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115272095970241314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115272095970241314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115272095970241314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115272095970241314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/knot-ty-mess.html' title='A knot-ty mess'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115253477686435324</id><published>2006-07-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:17:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Day &amp; Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hello world! This is gna be a really long one. I love to blogbinge, remember? Shall we go according to dates? Or "lightest" topic to the not so light ones? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the latter. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Day! Girls (day) out with Naz, Dirah and J! Life w/o a phone is COMPLETE misery. Public phones are such a rare sight. It's times like this do you realise the importance of gut instincts. Quite sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the gorgeous ones at Dhoby Gaut, and made our way to Clarke Quay! It was so fuckin' hot. I swear, I thought I was gna melt anytime soon. Seriously. The heat was &lt;em&gt;incredible&lt;/em&gt;. There was sweat in between my shades thingy. Wah cow. HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I used to train under such conditions a million times over (read: NP). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by the AIR CONDITIONED toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spent years hibernating inside. Vain girls, yah okay, got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied at Dirah's mom's shop, which was actually pretty conducive! It is after all a "night life" area, so during the days, it's pretty calm. While walking there, we took an especially long detour about the place. Hooters! Eh Mud, the girls there aren't that hot y'know. Let down sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her Dad too. It's true. He does remind me of Mr Ronnie Goh! The mannerisms, etc. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had FREE lunch. (Cheapos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down and my god. That freaking box hates me. I've no idea what I've done to it. See, I was standing on the chair, to adjust the fan mounted on the wall. While standing up, my back hit the the sharp end of the box. It hurt like fuck. It bled okay. The scar's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made fantastic love with Longman's Chemistry for a couple of hours. AHHH.. Sweet love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to 7-11 and bought chocolates! Chocs=endorphins=happy us=happy us studying! See? Works well, so whyth not! Again, the Cheapos bought the Van Houtten bar which was on offer at a buck. Cravings. Ugh. Post menstrual isn't any better. (I'm pretty sure I'm just using that as an excuse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About six? Walked around some more. The view's pretty amazing. It's beautiful, really. The whole atmosphere. By the river.. People talking, chilling out with everything at ease. The sky, hinting it's true beauty. Boats passing by, bobbing up and down in a hypnotising rhythm. Little kids running around, squealing which was, at that point, music to the ears. Everyone was smiling, it really was an amazing feeling. "At peace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's baffling to note how things appear so very different, according to your moods. The power of the mind. The way you look at things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit unseen today! Mrs Peh was quite funny. She was talking about how the great poets either end up mental or commit suicide. Lol. According to her, they're too idealistic. So they see the world as a very bitter place. And end up being very unhappy. But at the same time, being so brilliant writing their "dark" pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of thinking without thinking! Okay, sorry. Random. Reading Malcolm Maxwell, currently. Naz' dad's. Heh. Blink! I think I'll end up buying the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun. Sight seeing and stuff. Cos it's a "new" place. Not one we're familiar with. Which makes the "wow-factor" go ten times higher. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've got pics to put up. But evidently, after enough trys, the computer is in no mood to be kind and co-operate with me. Instead, it chooses to be a huge pain. So yeah. Pics another time time yeah! And you know what's worse, is that I've edited some of these pics on Paint, fro the first time evaaa yo! And I can't put it up. SIGH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire week, school was okay. Mundane, even sometimes? Alright, overall. Stocking up on mints. To keep me from falling asleep. It helps, really. Sorry Novabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Tuition after a month. Heh. Mr Alwi and his antics. At least now I won't have to go to and go back from tuition alone. So that's cool. Did MOLES. Dirah and I were just talking about how dumb Chemistry is. Compared to Physics, or even as a subject on its own. Chemistry. The bane of my life. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about two and a half hours, Zai and I trooped over to Mud's. Walked in the rain. ): Welcome frizz shizz. Found the three of them watching tv. Boringzz manxzx. (Noooooo. LOL) Relak jack-ed around. (Mud's term.) Mariam left, to have steamboat dinner with her fam, cos we kinda decided against going to Mud's condo? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud and Najib walked her halfway. Came back. And Najib was rather disappointed that we didn't end up going to Clearwater, so the four of us ended up cabbing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice man. Najib's third time, the first for us two. Wah. Effing nice. Felt so "jakun". His parents were there! Imagine, my horror when I saw the two pairs of shoes by the door! (I'm kinda scared of his dad. Sho sherious! MP, duh. Felt a bit. I dont know. Like scrutinized, kinda? Hahah.) His mum was warm and inviting, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the hall was amazing. (Penthouse, yo!) But the view from Mud's room was better! Especially when it's dark, and you can see the street lamps reflected on the reservoir.. It really was very pretty. &lt;3&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hid inside the room upstairs to watch more tv. Hah. Us boring people. I slept through most parts of Pirates of the Carribean. LOL. Ordered KFC, to not get the food two and a half hours later, cos the delivery guy got into an accident! Omg. How suay is that. ): Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud rang up KFC, dadidada. The food was in a terrible state (meaning the box &lt;em&gt;tore&lt;/em&gt;), when this Indian bloke brought it up and told us the news. So in the end, we only got our food come 9.30 plus minus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were starving. Ended up eating random weird stuff we could find in the fridge. Like a 2 year expired bar of Cadbury! Yeah, we ate it and I'm still standing, so all's cool. Hunger got the better of us lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were waiting and waiting and &lt;em&gt;waiting&lt;/em&gt; for the bloody food to arrive. To such an extent, that Mud stood outside, by the lift shouting in whenever the lift would pass the 11th floor for example, with such excitement cos it could be our food! We were on the 16th. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, chilled a bit, and by about 10.30 we were out! Mud was being such a paraniod, ensuring all the lights/fans were switched off..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back, took a quick shower and hit the sack man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//the whole chunk was written on Monday night, if I'm not wrong. I saved it under "draft" cos Blogger refuses to let me upload pics. And oh hell. It's fuggin' annoying. //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115253477686435324?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115253477686435324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115253477686435324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115253477686435324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115253477686435324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/youth-day-sunday.html' title='Youth Day &amp; Sunday'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115202594355122875</id><published>2006-07-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:17:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World on Fire; Another reason why I love her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzoNInZ2ClQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts are worn in these dark ages&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone in this story's pages&lt;br /&gt;Night has fallen amongst the living and the dying&lt;br /&gt;And I try to hold it in, yeah I try to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The world's on fire and&lt;br /&gt;It's more than I can handle&lt;br /&gt;I dive into the water&lt;br /&gt;(I try to pull my ship)&lt;br /&gt;I try to bring more&lt;br /&gt;More than I can handle&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it to the table)&lt;br /&gt;Bring what I am able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the heavens and I find a calling&lt;br /&gt;Something I can do to change this moment&lt;br /&gt;Stay close to me while the sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break, hearts mend&lt;br /&gt;Love still hurts&lt;br /&gt;Visions clash, planes crash&lt;br /&gt;Still there's talk of&lt;br /&gt;Saving souls, still the cold&lt;br /&gt;Is closing in on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We part the veil on Archille's sun&lt;br /&gt;Stray from the straight line on this short run&lt;br /&gt;The more we take, the less we become&lt;br /&gt;A fortune of one that means less for some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus X2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115202594355122875?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115202594355122875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115202594355122875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115202594355122875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115202594355122875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-on-fire-another-reason-why-i.html' title='World on Fire; Another reason why I love her'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115202513319182053</id><published>2006-07-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:06:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sort of like watching a perfect sunset with nobody special. There's still a great view you can appreciate.</title><content type='html'>Hey! So, ytd, was great fun with the girls! Will update abt that another time with pictures, okay? Cos I'm trying to make this quick, cos I'm only supposed to read up Twelfth Night related stuff. But &lt;em&gt;noooo.. &lt;/em&gt;Instead, I find myself logging in to Blogger. Grr. I'm sucha looozerh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried watching football on Friday night, if I'm not wrong, to see what the hype's about. After about 25 minutes, I couldn't take it! It's just a buncha guys going after a ball, getting all dramatic, faking fouls or whatever. I mean, it's like green ALL over! I know it's good for the eyes. So next time I feel like I'm gna lose my *pre boast alert* perfect 06/06p eyesight, I shall catch a match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I caught the highlights the next morning though. I was just &lt;em&gt;there &lt;/em&gt;reading, and my dad happened to be watching it, and I was like &lt;em&gt;oh wth&lt;/em&gt;. Let's give it another shot. HAHAHA. I thought it was pretty amusing the whole Rooney/Ronaldo thing. Okay, I, here, (note: it's just MY point of view, don't kill me. *looks at half of 4c), think that yeah, Cristiano was a &lt;em&gt;bit &lt;/em&gt;neh. But you know what. He's so hot, he's forgiven! Haha. Aiyah, Rooney looked like such a sore sport, anw. From the same team some more. Sheesh. See. This is a perfect example that boys, can be just as bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what. Football players are such drama kings. I swear, Beckham beat Victoria at that! I mean, all she did was cover her face, then god knows what. Acting like she actually cares. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe stupid classmates of mine, England supporters duh, drew on Cristiano's face! I mean. He's good eyecandy! You&lt;em&gt; cannot&lt;/em&gt; do that! Now I can't look past Mr Suresh during Emaths to look at him. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng asked our class, during lit just now, who do we think is the hottest footballer. Who won? Kaka? Beckham? Hm. Okay, that reminds me of all the Lit stuff, due tmr! Ohmygosh. And I can't go to the Lit Symposium at SCGS this Sat! ): It didn't even cross my mind that it was POP that day. Too soon? Sigh. Gone are my eight bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to lots of Mellow music. (Yes, capital 'M'.) It soothes the soul! I'm quite a fan of Sarah Mclachlan, now. She's awesome. Her songs are great, her lyrics, uber cool. I'll go dig around Cash Converters for her old CDs some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her videos are amazing too. I love the way she gives it a real good artistic/abstract twist, matching the lyrics, as subtle as it may be, but still matching. If I were to turn lesbian, I swear, my other half better have songwriting skills like her. And sing like her. And have her "art" touch. But doesn't have to look like her. Ahh. Might as well be her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But chances are like zilch. Both that I'll turn crooked and her being my other half even if I'm not straight. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Parade. It was bittersweet. Hierarchy announced. I still can't believe it's gna be this Saturday. I have so much threatening to spillover. Held it in check. Good things come to those who wait. (: I shall keep that in mind, cos it certainly ties in with other things going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough mysteries, I know you hate it. Two words for ya then! Too bad! Haha. Sorry. I just felt like being an irritant. See yah (not too) soon, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (: It'll be fine. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115202513319182053?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115202513319182053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115202513319182053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115202513319182053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115202513319182053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-sort-of-like-watching-perfect.html' title='It&apos;s sort of like watching a perfect sunset with nobody special. There&apos;s still a great view you can appreciate.'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115172200309325028</id><published>2006-07-01T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:46:43.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You've been gone so long all that you know&lt;br /&gt;has been shuffled aside as you bask in the glow&lt;br /&gt;of the beautiful strangers who whisper your name&lt;br /&gt;do they fill up the emptiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life is your fiction&lt;br /&gt;In a universe made up of one&lt;br /&gt;You have been drifting for so long&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't want to come down&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere below you, there's people who love you&lt;br /&gt;And they're ready for you to come home&lt;br /&gt;Please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk in a room and the world stops to stare&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerize all who are caught in the glare&lt;br /&gt;Of the spotlight that follows wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Does it light up the emptiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larger than life is your fiction&lt;br /&gt;In a universe made up of one&lt;br /&gt;You have been drifting for so long&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't want to come down&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere below you, there's people who love you&lt;br /&gt;And they're ready for you to come home&lt;br /&gt;Please come home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear your fucking head and stop it with all the orange lights. It's either green or red. Choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115172200309325028?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115172200309325028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115172200309325028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115172200309325028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115172200309325028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/drifting.html' title='Drifting'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115172167080362077</id><published>2006-07-01T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:55:14.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been an Okay week.</title><content type='html'>Had our first Body Balance class on Thursday! Our school has decided to call in an instructor so this shall be our PE for the next 2 months! Body Balance is a combination of Tai Chi, yoga and pilates. It was pretty exciting. Beats the "drills" Ms Leong used to make us do anyway. AND softball, or whatever it is we used to do. So yay there. Muscle aches the next day's no joke though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gna go to the SYF Opening Ceremony later to see Aries.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gna be aracde-ing with Hilda and Geraldine first though. I &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;arcade! Not really.. Ohwell. Doing something you don't normally do, can't be too bad, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chew is really very nice to us. Sometimes, I kinda feel like we don't deserve her? About that, I'll bet it's *the* story circling around in the staff room. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework load this weekend, is amazing. So, yes, it's partially because of the pile up since the hols, but still! Amaths, lit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying, but it's tough? Ah fuck. What should I do then!? Drama=not necessary. It's like. Nothing's happening. Doesn't seem to give two hoots. Or even one for that matter. No attempts made!!! Argh. Frustrating. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to, but I can't! Omg, I JUST &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt;! It's really irritating. Pride, perhaps? Sigh. You, not &lt;em&gt;you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, I'm not gna care, for the moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115172167080362077?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115172167080362077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115172167080362077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115172167080362077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115172167080362077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-okay-week.html' title='It&apos;s been an Okay week.'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115149635156565455</id><published>2006-06-28T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:56:36.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short one, every three days</title><content type='html'>Hey you! School has been.. pretty alright. (: Missed the whole school environment quite abit, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intending on making this real quick! It has been effing hot these days, I wonder how it'd be like in hell. Lol. Walking out from school is a huge pain in the ass. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wchstv.com/abc/lifeasweknowit/"&gt;Life As We Know It&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious. Jon Foster! But the other guy's cuter. The guy who's mom was having an affair with his coach? Yeah, that one. I have a thing for Jocks even tho, they're supposedly jerks, if we're talking sterotype here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking. It's strange. Whatever. Ignorance is key. Although, in this case that'd be extremely ironic, considering.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Four C! If you're reading this, bring the world cup cuttings and stuff tmr k! At least put &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;on the notice boards! Lol. And towel too! For the first session on Body Balance! (Eh, actually, I'm rather excited about it! Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, see yah in about 3 days time. Bye guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115149635156565455?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115149635156565455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115149635156565455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115149635156565455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115149635156565455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/short-one-every-three-days.html' title='Short one, every three days'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115123007943758522</id><published>2006-06-25T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:53:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies' Night!</title><content type='html'>School's starting tmr! ohmygod. *groans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, ytd night was amazing! Siti! It's so totally your loss lah! We had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half mrt-ed half cabbed there. Went into the wrong room at first! Lol. But then saw Hala Nur so yup. Dinner was good. Since it was Bollywood/Arabian Night, the food was mainly Indian food. I love that dessert; those balls are so darn good. Lol. I can't rmb what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was good too. It was outrageous lah! My god, Aaliyah can really shake it. Shakira's rival. And she's gorgeous and her figure! Man. Last night started off pretty traumatizing at first. I mean, hello. I was surrounded by beautiful people, it nearly killed me. I'm surprised I'm still straight after last night! But after a while, the "tolerance" level went up, so it became fine. I hate Arabs. Life is so unfair. *pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Faeqah and Fatin! Omg. The last time I saw them was years ago when I went to M'sia with Fatmah the other time. It took me a gazillion years to realise it was them. Like after half an hour (?) at the dancefloor, and get this, WITH them. And suddenly I shouted. "EH! You're Fatin? The one that time we went to your house?" *Nods "OH!! So that means... YOU are Faeqah!!!" *laughs. "Yup" "Eh. You're so tall now!" I'm so freaking slow, I should just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cousins are fun lah. They're all mad. And I thought Farah was the craziest. Nur is terrible. So's her sis. And then we've got.. I could go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! See, there was this song game thing. They played like 5 sec of the song and you're supposed to guess the title of the song. &lt;em&gt;Let me see ya soul sister..&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. Farah and I said "LADY MARMALADE!" at the same time. But you have to go up to the stage. And since Farah's under "The Organizers", they pushed me to go. And guess what. I received a 50dollar voucher for this optical shop. Yay to my future shades. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the Grand Finale, people started coming up to the front to dance. Someone (I think Fatin) pulled Fatmah, who pulled me, who pulled Farah who pulled.. You get the idea. Haha. They kept on playing Hips Don't Lie! Like four times. Some songs were just so -. Like Siti Nurhalizah. &lt;em&gt;Hello! &lt;/em&gt;Everyone started boo-ing. Lol. I don't know how. But somehow, we ended up on stage. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got irritated with my handbag and my sweatshirt. Stuffed it under some random table. *shrugs* Fatmah's idea. After a while, got irritated with my heels and chucked it somewhere on the stage. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few breaks here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, which was about 1.30? Everyone was slacking around, talking and doing stupid stuff. Like playing with the water hose thingy outside the room, the "bartender" place. HAHA. Shahirah sprayed Pepsi into Amnah's empty Pepsi bottle. And it was caught on someone's video cam. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur was mad cos she started doing some ballet thingy when the hotel people came in to clean up the room. They were all going a bit nuts lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the room, ate. Yah, &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;. Lots of leftovers. Aunty Sukma suggested I sleepover their place, since it was already nearing 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to her NEW place! First time, yo! Hahah. It's very pretty and cozy! Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower, changed and we spent some time in front of the TV (it was practically mute!) in our kaftans, talking over yougart drinks.(: It was really nice. All the talking and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to catch some show on Star Movies which starts at 4.50, cos the title was very sexy and it sounded hot. But we were too pooped anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set the alarm for 8.30. I first woke up about 9? She was still sleeping, so I thought &lt;em&gt;oh wth&lt;/em&gt; so slept again. Next time I woke up it was 1145!! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced her to get up. She refused so I watched Travel and Living constantly looking over to see if she's awake already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt; awake, made coffee (she doesnt know how to make coffee. shoot her, quick.) and ate brunch which consisted of egg sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami Jaafar came and brought along Hannah and Ali! AHHHHHHHH. They are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cute. Ali was in a good mood. So he didnt look like &lt;em&gt;The Omen&lt;/em&gt; boy like the other time at East Coast. Hahah. He's really sweet! And I've never heard Hannah talk so much before. We only gave her a few sips of coffee. You'd have thought we forced down a gallon of caffeine, the way she was so hyper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali is so cute. I wanna marry that three year old. His floppy brown hair! And those mesmerizing eyes! Why can't he be 15 years older?! He's gna be a hearbreaker. Cos he'd be too much of a hearthrob! Confirm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a couple of shows on Nickelodean, then bathed and yup. Fatmah sent me to the bus stop and here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! High School Musical at 7.30! YAY. But till then, I'll try to do some work. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson's new song sucks, big time. &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/jessicasimpson"&gt;GROSS LAH&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And OHMYGOD. Have you heard!!! &lt;a href="http://www.backstreetboys.com/news.html?n=1387"&gt;Kevin's leaving Backstreet Boys!&lt;/a&gt; But it's okay. I respect his decision. It's been 13 amazing years, so it's fine. We'll miss you Kevin, the BIG BROTHA. You've always been the tall, dark and handsome one.(: All I can say is thank *god* I managed to witness a glimpse of their last tour before he left. Very sad moment here, okay! ): And then there were four.. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss the chiseled one terribly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/8.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll never be the same again.. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I.. am so.. I don't know. I can't place it! Annoyed? Angry? Sad? Probably a good mix of all three. Ah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm compelled to say "No", these days. I'm sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115123007943758522?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115123007943758522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115123007943758522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115123007943758522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115123007943758522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies&apos; Night!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115114035124930847</id><published>2006-06-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:26:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild wild wet!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday. Youth Gone Wild. I thought it &lt;em&gt;kicked ass!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was an hour late meeting the girls at Braddel. (at least they claim that!) But hey, I thought it was like 5 mins away from Yishun, so I took 969! I shd've taken the mrt man. And hey, J! I do wear tshirts what. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring at the start. Cos, I don't know. The mood hasnt sunk in yet, I guess. Besides, the crowd was OMG! disgusting then. After a while, the mood picked up, so all was cool. For the most part, the whole bunch of us, Fatmah, Farah, Siti, Lyon, 2 of his friends, Murny, Sadiq, Fakhruddin (Murny's cousin) and I, were on the left side of the stage, quite front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatmah and Farah disappeared for a while, for dinner. And instead of making their way to the Macs or KFC there, like many other sane people did, they travelled all the way to Boat Quay's Macs! Nuts, those idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda nice to have guys around so you can take advantage of the situation and bully them. (They got us drinks and snacks while we stayed on) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head started to hurt for some time. Blood rush, or something. Told Fatmah, and she was yelling "Yeah me too!" and continued on. Lol. The craziest, with the most energy has got to be Murny! HAHAH. She was crazy lah. We all were anyway. Really hyper. Energizer bunnies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands were surprisingly pretty good! That band from Greenview? I thought the &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; singer was good. Was truly impressed. Totally rocking the leather jacket man! West Grand Boulevard, where Lyon and his friends stopped us from having dinner cos they insisted they were good and they were coming out soon, weren't that great lah. Well maybe all was fine if only they changed the singer. HAHA. Sorry Daphne fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a couple of familiar faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa! Melissa Tan! Melissa O.E! Haha. Good to see you after so long, babe.(: She was one of those blasting the supersoakers on stage along with Joycelyn and Fiona! Haha. About that. #1, thank *god* they decided against using milk! #2, they didn't hire the secret sniper in the end cos it was too expensive! Lol. Bluff us only sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Shengwei there too! Nyeh, that idiot. "Eh, you know I study with you all at Starbucks not bad sia. Got 5th in school you know!". Yah okay. Why can't things like that happen to me too!? *wails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. There was this girl, who happened to be in front of us, that one time. Alamak. Totally finding fault! Just cos her bf kena - by Sadiq. Hah! Take that, bitch! Anw, I was enjoying myself, didnt even realise she was shooting us those kinda looks till Murny told me. Eww. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this once, when we were at the back earlier on, and the three of us did a superb combined shrill attack. Woohoo! The girls in front of us were so amused they asked us to tell them when we're gna scream so they'll scream along.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition for the Motorola L6 was interesting. Lo and behold. There was my class monitress faking orgasms on stage!!! Haha. The whole bunch of us scram (insides) so loudly okay! I tell you Lock, if the guy who could twist his arm 360 deg wasnt there, you'd get that phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronin finally came out. When he played the keyboard, it was so aww.. And man! The new song, &lt;em&gt;Hollie Jean&lt;/em&gt;, is great! Hah. Later on after the whole thing, he showed us her picture. She's pretty lah. Hence the song written about her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of&lt;em&gt; Black Maria&lt;/em&gt;, (was it?), the three of them came out from backstage and started shooting water to the audience! Amazingly, my eyeshadow didnt run. A big &lt;em&gt;HAH!&lt;/em&gt; to the rest! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last band, Hypertheria (I think) from Whitley itself were actually pretty good. *giggle giggle* The guitarist wearing the brown "Metallica" tshirt is cute lah. Heh. When they sang "Bad Day", rocked it up a few notches and it was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, basically. And Cyanide didn't do too bad! So yay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the 5 of us, Fatmah, Farah, Siti, J and I (The others went back already), went downstairs only to run into Levan. Talked a bit and took photos too. Aiyah. That guy. Lifted up his pinafore!! Wtvr for, no idea. Oh, actually I remember now. Farah told him he has nicer legs than hers. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after that, went to Macs with our stomachs grumbling. World cup. Hence packed. Sigh. Ate and chatted. All was fine. Plenty of laughs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Sukma's there already and so she sent all of us home. Omg yes, Fatmah tripped. Okay, not exactly. See, she was on the phone with somone *wink nudge wink*, she lost her footing, I assume. Cos one second she's walking aimlessly about smiling and all happy. And the next, she was a heap on the floor. HAHAHA. That goon. Two not bad looking guys saw her fall. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Nahida was inside the car too. Now she's another funny person. She started talking about how her kids smell, BO and stuff. You really have to be there. The way she describes it, her experessions... priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back around, give or take one. From downstairs, I could see the lights of the kitchen, my bro's room and my parent's room on! One woul've thought it's only 8pm or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Aunty Sukma's function later. No doubt it'll be at New Park Hotel which is right beside/in front if Mustaffa Centre.. :X But hey. Think it's gna be fun! 7pm to 1am baby! Yeah. I think Siti's gna bail. That idiot. She won't even pick up my calls lah! Stupid cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing my dpt head, a Sweet Sixteenth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Suhaha!!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. School's starting. Ugh. Horrid reminders. See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cutting through the darkest night are my two headlights&lt;br /&gt;Trying&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;keep it clear, but I'm losing it here&lt;br /&gt;To the twilight&lt;br /&gt;There's a&lt;br /&gt;dead end&lt;br /&gt;to my left&lt;br /&gt;There's a burning bush to my right&lt;br /&gt;You aren't in&lt;br /&gt;sight&lt;br /&gt;You aren't in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me&lt;br /&gt;Like I want you?&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;am I&lt;br /&gt;standing still&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the darkened sky&lt;br /&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt;the scenery flying by&lt;br /&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;br /&gt;Out of the&lt;br /&gt;corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;Was that you&lt;br /&gt;Passing my by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's on the&lt;br /&gt;stoop&lt;br /&gt;Boys in&lt;br /&gt;souped up coupes&lt;br /&gt;On this hot summer night&lt;br /&gt;Between&lt;br /&gt;fight and flight&lt;br /&gt;Is the blind man's sight&lt;br /&gt;And a choice that's right&lt;br /&gt;I roll the window&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna drown&lt;br /&gt;In this&lt;br /&gt;strange town&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;broken down&lt;br /&gt;I feel broken down&lt;br /&gt;Do you need me&lt;br /&gt;Like I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the darkened sky&lt;br /&gt;Or am I standing&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;With the scenery flying by&lt;br /&gt;Or am I&lt;br /&gt;standing still&lt;br /&gt;Out of the&lt;br /&gt;corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;Was that you&lt;br /&gt;Passing&lt;br /&gt;my by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet sorrow is&lt;br /&gt;The call tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A sweet sorrow is&lt;br /&gt;The call tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;am I standing still&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the&lt;br /&gt;darkened sky&lt;br /&gt;Or am I standing still&lt;br /&gt;With the scenery flying by&lt;br /&gt;Or am&lt;br /&gt;I standing still&lt;br /&gt;Out of the&lt;br /&gt;corner&lt;br /&gt;Of my eye&lt;br /&gt;Was that you&lt;br /&gt;Passing me by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you passing&lt;br /&gt;me by?&lt;br /&gt;Passing me by&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;want me?&lt;br /&gt;Passing me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do&lt;br /&gt;you need me&lt;br /&gt;Like I need you too&lt;br /&gt;And do you want me&lt;br /&gt;Like I want you?&lt;br /&gt;Passing me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you&lt;br /&gt;passing me by&lt;br /&gt;Or am I standing&lt;br /&gt;still?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115114035124930847?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115114035124930847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115114035124930847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115114035124930847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115114035124930847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/wild-wild-wet.html' title='Wild wild wet!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115105173544984387</id><published>2006-06-23T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:39:14.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so a very VERY brief one here. (I'll try my darnest. Promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read PITNB, and guess what! Christina's vid is available again! Hahah. I think it's cos it has already debuted on TRL. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wKdMMWLMYTA&amp;amp;search=ain%27t%20no%20other%20man%20video"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, the bowling comptetion finals! (I just found out we got 4th for the prelims last night.)Hahah. And guess what! My team was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;champion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I know it sounds really ego, or whatever. But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on. When Geraldine asked me to join, I was all "Um. Okay lah. I mean, if you need one more person to complete a team, then I'll join. If not, then I don't k?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szeling, Shermaine and I make a not bad team! I mean, yeah, I'm the worst, but &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;! I've never bowled so well before. HAHAH. Really. All those who've bowled with me know how terrible I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all really unbelievable. And kudos to those who made it in the top ten individuals! Szeling, Jowlene, Sharron and of course, the Champion of the Girls Category, Joanna! Well done guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. This bowling thing, ended up being quite a big thing eh? Considering we sent many teams just for the fun of it! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go get ready now for YGW. Since most who're going are probably out already, hence won't be reading this, I'll reveal something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE cum shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! And the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; secret sniper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (: It's gna be packed, and sweaty and body-rubbing-ish. Which is why I decided it'll be really dumb of me to wear heels. Hope it'll kick ass, big time! (Eh, Cyanide! Don't malu us please ah. If you guys are great, I'll scream with pride. If not... :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115105173544984387?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115105173544984387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115105173544984387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115105173544984387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115105173544984387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/quickie.html' title='A quickie!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115090583274486056</id><published>2006-06-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:50:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtina lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ain't No Other Man by Christina Aguilera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your thang honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it from the start,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout you caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;Something moved me deep inside!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you did boy but you had it&lt;br /&gt;And i've been hooked ever since.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends&lt;br /&gt;I told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense.&lt;br /&gt;That everytime I see you everything starts making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your thang honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do&lt;br /&gt;(what you do).&lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;You got soul, you got class.&lt;br /&gt;You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man its true - alright -&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be alright. No, no, no!&lt;br /&gt;Till you came and changed my life. Yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;What was cloudy now is clear! Yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;You're the light that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;You got what I want boy, and I want it!&lt;br /&gt;So keep on givin' it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your mother, your brother, your sister, and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do&lt;br /&gt;(what you do).&lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;You got soul, you got class.&lt;br /&gt;You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - alright -&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other! (other)&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other LOVER!&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other, I, I, I need no other!&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are there when I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;Talk me down from every ledge&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength, boy you're the best&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who's ever passed every test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do&lt;br /&gt;(what you do).&lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;You got soul, you got class.&lt;br /&gt;You got style with ya bad ass - oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - alright -&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm tellin you son, ain't no other man but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do&lt;br /&gt;(what you do).&lt;br /&gt;You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. (baby, baby, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got soul, you got class&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got style, ya bad ass&lt;/em&gt; - oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man it's true - alright -&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other man but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love the lines in itallic! It's just really catchy and cool.)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera's back with a big bang! Woohoo! She's a diva, she's smokin' hot and she knows it. She can belt out songs effortlessly, making it seem as though every other Tom, Dick and Harry can. And the sound of her voice.. Just amazing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video, &lt;em&gt;Ain't No Other Man&lt;/em&gt; is really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;cool. 1920s-30s era. Pretty dang funkay, you bet! You know those red hot shoes! Those are the &lt;em&gt;exact &lt;/em&gt;kind I'm lusting after. The peep-toe kind. And blood red, my god. *orgasmic* Also, for the fans of the 90s music's sake, decided to throw in the video of her first single, &lt;em&gt;Genie in a Bottle&lt;/em&gt;, too. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xSKy277rW14" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGXpoEQNY5U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Realised that her new vid's taken out. Some copywright thing, I'm guessing cos ALL those who sent in her new vid took it out too. Lol. So, instead, I give you her MTV Movie Awards performance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdF_rgDb2Y0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdF_rgDb2Y0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115090583274486056?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115090583274486056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115090583274486056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115090583274486056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115090583274486056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/xtina-lovin.html' title='Xtina lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115086748966322294</id><published>2006-06-21T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:42:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/061906_christanoballs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/061906_christanoballs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/062006_worldcupstretch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still able to have some great eye candy! Hehe. Yeah, as some of you would have noticed, ripped them off &lt;a href="http://trent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink is the New Blog&lt;/a&gt; which I visit on a daily basis. He's too gay and cute lah. (Trent. Not Christiano) Can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (Christiano Ronaldo) reminds me of Sophia in Sec 2. I recall her going nuts over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, celeb blogs, eye candies aside, I'm so fuckin' annoyed. With lots of things. Just plain annoyed basically. Whatever. And my brother's friends are SO pesky. He's still sleeping lah, my god. And I think one of them thought it would be funny to go around prank calling people. I nearly cursed him. &lt;em&gt;Nearly. &lt;/em&gt;What buggers. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are gna be over soon. How. I need more Junes. And hah. This is really fickle. But I'm not too sure what to do anymore. Do it? Don't? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson has created some hype, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/end-of-u5-limo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/emma7ke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Over her love for beer and "bad girl" 'tude. Well, it's legal in UK. See &lt;a href="http://bebopics.livejournal.com/3775.html#cutid1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kyla89.livejournal.com/4215.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more pics. I say c'mon you guys, let her be. Let her do what she wants! Many speculate that her friends have been selling her out or sth, I don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. Check out the cutie in the first link, fourth photo. Some British lovin' baybeh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's this feeling like, it's about to erupt, but not quite? I don't know lah. It's just there. Feeling very "bitter bitch" right now. Mopey and shite. Taking it out on everybody around me. :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCKK LAHH. This not good. Hope meeting you two will help, not worsen. *prays that I'll cool off and not lash out on them!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115086748966322294?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115086748966322294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115086748966322294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115086748966322294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115086748966322294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/bummed.html' title='Bummed'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115077475093014324</id><published>2006-06-20T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:54:00.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the weird surveys!</title><content type='html'>(Taken from &lt;a href="http://totallyclara.diaryland.com/"&gt;Lock's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unusual Survey #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Does your first name contain the letter "X" in it?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What about your last name?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How about your dad's name?&lt;/strong&gt; NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. By the way, what is your name?&lt;/strong&gt; Huda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Did you ever lick a public telephone?&lt;/strong&gt; Uh, no? Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Did you enjoy it?&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Did you ever have any sexual intercourses with a stuffed animal?&lt;/strong&gt; That's retarded at least ask veg lah; it's more common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Did you ever rip off a Barbie Doll head?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my god, yes! See, I was in the middle of a tantrum, my Mother refused to acknowledge me, I got pissed, tore off the head, threw it out of my room, then slammed the door. Yeah I know. What a brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you really think the purple tele-tubby is gay?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, but I used to hate Tinky Winky the most. Cos I thought he was ugly. At least the others were quite cute. Poh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Explain your answer...&lt;/strong&gt; (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Would you ever consider naming your child Rupert?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. It sounds odd. Like the kinda name for I don't know, losers, science geeks who think Newton's God and go about life in a sad sad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you have an obawazoozle?&lt;/strong&gt; Aye, what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you think the Toros should have won the cheerleading championship in "Bring It On"?&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, NO. I've always thought Clovers were way way cooler. Especially when they bitch-fought back when Torrance first saw them and at that one game.. And oh! When Clovers Captain said "Hey, when you go out there? (sthsthsth) Bring it.". WAH. I was ten/eleven back then and thought she was DAMN cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If you were the old lady from Titanic, would you have dropped the Diamond in the water at the end of the movie because it's a piece of the Titanic's history, or would you have cashed it in for the millions of dollars it was worth? &lt;/strong&gt;I'd break it in two, throw half back into the water for memories/history's sake and cash in the other half claiming "it must have broken into two amidst the whole thing!". It'd be quite dumb to not get &lt;em&gt;something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you burn your CD's or buy them?&lt;/strong&gt; Now I just leech around by asking people to send me songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Have you ever stuck anything up your nose?&lt;/strong&gt; I think there was this one time where I stuck a battery up my nose. Hey, I was four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Did anyone in your family ever own a hamster?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Did you ever keep a goldfish alive for more than a month?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. Fighting fish. I remember Kieffy scaring the shit out of them. Cats rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What about a year? &lt;/strong&gt;Dunch think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Do you even like goldfish?&lt;/strong&gt; I think they look weird. Whenever I see one, I kinda want to squeeze it till it dies. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you waste all your money on the goldfish game at all the block parties?&lt;/strong&gt; Huh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Did you ever win that goldfish game at the block party?&lt;/strong&gt; No lah. What block party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Are you starting to wonder why the past few questions have been about goldfish?&lt;/strong&gt; Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Do you think Kansas really has munchkins and a yellow brick road?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What is the Capital of your state?&lt;/strong&gt; Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Do you prefer your spaghettios warm or straight from the can?&lt;/strong&gt; Warm with Prego sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Do you like Greenday's new album or do you think any music they made after the year 2000 sucks?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, their songs are nice so I'd say the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you think Simple Plan is a group of punk-wannabe's?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. Maybe? Always thought the lead's voice is &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;high. I recall my Mum screaming "Off the radio with that stupid song" when "Welcome to my life" was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Do you own more than 3 pairs of shoes?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Do you change your underwear daily?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! Those who don't are &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Has you hair ever been any other color than its original?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. I'm so good lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Did you ever shrink your favorite piece of clothing by accident in the wash?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I've bleached it and burnt it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Do you agree that the number 33 is the best?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. No? But I think 3's a nice number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Do you live a life of hate and misery?&lt;/strong&gt; No. I'd like to think it's quite alright the way it is, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Is Michael Jackson innocent in your eyes?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a fan of a number of his songs, (Billie Jean, Dirty Diana, Beat it) but NO. I don't think he's innocent. Hello, the jury/judge would have to think of how his die hard fans would react. They may just be crazy enough to kill themselves (hahah. this would be funny in the news) or worse still. Emulate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. What about Kobe?&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm. This one I don't know. Maybe? Maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Do you think Bob Saget is gay?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry, who's he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. What's your best friend's, mom's maiden name?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Do you think any of your teachers are hot?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeahh.. Kinda.. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Do you have a purple-headed yogurt-slinger?&lt;/strong&gt; Er, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Do you know what a purple-headed yogurt-slinger is, and if so, what is it?&lt;/strong&gt; No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Do you have smiley central?&lt;/strong&gt; The MSN one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Have you ever had surgery?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. Never been hospitalised before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Do you enjoy taking surveys?&lt;/strong&gt; Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Do you enjoy taking random question surveys?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Do you think this survey was very unusual and random?&lt;/strong&gt; Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Did you like it?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Are you gay?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. Straight as a stick thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unusual Survey #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you think Cambells Chunky soup is really chunkier than normal?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah. They all lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you think "Chunky" makes it sound disgusting?&lt;/strong&gt; Ya. Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did you ever eat this soup?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How come your name isn't Bob?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you like Pina Coladas?&lt;/strong&gt; Never drank it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What about getting caught in the rain?&lt;/strong&gt; It can be therapeutic. Or simply gross especially if you've to endure an hour long bus ride home soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How is your day so far?&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. Woke up and it was raining. So slept again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Were you born before 1990? &lt;/strong&gt;1990 itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you watch 7th Heaven?&lt;/strong&gt; Used to. Jessica Biel's character has always been my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you watch any gay shows like that?&lt;/strong&gt; If 7th Heaven's gay, then yeah. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Are you diabetic?&lt;/strong&gt; I have a feeling I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you know anyone that is diabetic?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Is pizza your favorite food? &lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. When you were younger, did you want to grow up and be a firefighter?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What about a teacher?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Do you often dream of world domination?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you agree with George Bush's plans in Iraq?&lt;/strong&gt; No. It's been years. People are &lt;em&gt;dying. &lt;/em&gt;Have you ever read accounts of the soldiers posted there? It's sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Explain your answer...&lt;/strong&gt; (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Did you ever see the episode of Southpark where they try to build a ladder to heaven? &lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Would you ever try to build a ladder to heaven?&lt;/strong&gt; No that's quite stupid (Lock's ans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you think it's possible?&lt;/strong&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do you even believe in heaven? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What about hell?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Jimmy or Timmy(southpark)?&lt;/strong&gt; Dont watch it. But the Orange one's quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Where were you on September 11, 2001?&lt;/strong&gt; I remember I was watching some table tennis match with my father when suddenly the crawler appeared and my, he started getting all excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Muchacho?&lt;/strong&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Will Wiley Coyote ever catch Roadrunner?&lt;/strong&gt; Never! Roadrunner all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Did you ever try to climb your chimney?&lt;/strong&gt; Flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Did you make it to the top?&lt;/strong&gt; (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Does your house even have a chimney?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Did you ever smoke?&lt;/strong&gt; No, hello. I'm damn good lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What is your last name spelled backwards?&lt;/strong&gt; ?disaR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Did you ever look your name up in the phonebook?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Did you ever look at the last name "Smith" in the phonebook?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Did you ever wonder why there are so many "Smith"s in the world?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. Pocahontas' white guy! Okay, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Have you ever been to the zoo?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Have you ever sold a pair of used socks on E-bay?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Would your ever buy a pair of used socks on E-bay?&lt;/strong&gt; That's dumb. But Beyonce's lock of hair and Britney's &lt;em&gt;used &lt;/em&gt;gum's dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Do you have a monster in your closet? &lt;/strong&gt;See, I don't know! I've had my suspicions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Are you sure?&lt;/strong&gt; No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Did you ever fart in an elevator when there were more than 3 strangers in it?&lt;/strong&gt; Hah. Yah. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. If you did, did they know it was you?&lt;/strong&gt; I furrowed my eyebrows, rubbed my nose and stared accusingly at the guy next to me. Lol. I was good at being discreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Did it smell really badly?&lt;/strong&gt; Quite. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115077475093014324?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115077475093014324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115077475093014324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115077475093014324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115077475093014324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/attack-of-weird-surveys.html' title='Attack of the weird surveys!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-115072519961325868</id><published>2006-06-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:44:32.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times where "The Sixth Tuesday" needs to be read over and over again to better the situation</title><content type='html'>The key is to ignore. I'll try to work on that. Ignore, ignore, ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week, has been eventful. I'll try to be brief, but I usually fail at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Expo John Little Sale. Got a couple of stuff for myself. But it's mostly for the house. Like bedsheets, etc. Nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of us went to Sirius' Bbq at East Coast. Met Clara at Siglap first, we arrived an hour late, all ready to get down to some food action. But &lt;em&gt;noooo&lt;/em&gt;.. Haha. A couple of Delphinus' lovelies were already in the water! So joined them we did! Played Twister too and that was fun. Gave up after some time and just plonked down on the mat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled too. And man, the distance we covered, was pretty amazing.(: My upper thighs started to hurt later that night. But hey it was fun cycling behind Clara and in front of Hilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest came soon after, and it was Titee time! Mucked about, doing dumb stuff and taking stupid videos and pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun, laughter and stupid Kodak moments caught! Paul Fourhill!(: Hanging out with you girls totally kick ass! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth or Dare, too, with everyone. Or at least for the most of us who weren't by the pit and everyone later at night. This game is so much fun. I mean, when you have people with ample creative jucies constantly on the flow; ie ME. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were buttkisses, fake "angry-then-scold" skits which failed miserably, "How come there's no turtle food for Tom!?", confessions, and HOHO! This is &lt;em&gt;ZEE&lt;/em&gt; coolest. (Okay. That reminds me of 4C! I miss my rocking class!) Clara poured a handful of sand down her bra! Well, she was wearing a sports bra so she pulled the bottom too so the sand was just going through, get it? Haha. I love Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, it was the loveliest. Sitting at the breakwater, looking on to the sea, with the various tinges of colours fusing to produce amazing hues which just blows. you. away.. It was already so gorgeous at East Coast. I can only imagine what it'd all look like if we were at Changi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the night sky came. Red moon, stars, clouds, wow. The moon was so red and so low! It was especially strange, cos I couldn't count all the stars using my hands! There's just this magical feeling about the night sky. Or maybe it's just what it all represented, it's significance, as I would soon come to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent lighted sparklers flying into the water! I know it's littering, but well.. ANYWAY, it was so pretty seeing it sail across the air like that! We also had a lightstick competition. We'd drop our lightsticks into the water and cheer it on; "Go Huda!" "Come on Clara!". I thought it was really cool watching it bob up and down. It's like your very own "tracing tab".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/14.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/14.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was fun. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/slideshow?a=67b0de21b33942b90538&amp;sid=0AcM2Lho4ZsmLiw&amp;amp;amp;auto=1&amp;idx=-1&amp;amp;m=1&amp;d=1150705892563"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt; for more pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day of the Lit seminar. All of us were at Somerset late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *after talking to Murny, realizes Sadiq's there* Eh? What are you doing here?!"&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Ohhh.. Jumpe orang bukan nak cakap "Hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was just funny. I don't know. Haha. Don't put down my sense of humour please. It didn't do anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came in late and ohgosh. Quite embarrassing. Cos the whole bunch of us streaming in late were Cedarians! Lol. Everyone was "lost". You can see the various groups from Cedar walking here and there around Somerset. Dumb. Lol. Nuzie got irritated so she asked some guy who works there and YAY! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I left my wallet behind; inside the tent at East Coast. How I got home? Well, my ezlink card was slid conveniently into my back pocket. And the seminar tickets were inside! So you can imagine my horror right. I was all "Oh no. The seminar tickets." and then it was "Shit. MY IC!!!". Jumbled priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the seminar, four of us, Siti, Nuzie, Ambrish and I ate at Cine's El Jay's. I thought that Douglas guy or whatever, Ambrish's friend, was hilarious. Haha. I'll bet he was scared of us. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, a total spur of the moment thing, Siti and I ended up buying movie tickets to watch &lt;em&gt;The Nun&lt;/em&gt;! She was whining, going all "Nonono!! I don't want lah. Eh, it's gna be scary you know". But powerful me managed to &lt;s&gt;force&lt;/s&gt; convince her. It was the first time I caught a movie at Cine's 9th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes into the movie and *suddenly* this couple walks in! Behold! Nuzie and Ambrish! Lol. They decided spontaneously to watch the movie too. Weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was not bad actually. Better than &lt;em&gt;The Omen&lt;/em&gt;, to me. We were freaking ourselves out. There was also this bunch of girls beside us who were freaking themselves out too. So it was funny. I mean, picture a whole row of girls all scared and ready to scream, making stupid faces anticipating the worst. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this. I can write movie scripts. All my predictions came true! How cool is that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twist at the end was good! And that funny guy, the Spanish girl's bf? He totally &lt;em&gt;READ&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;my mind&lt;/em&gt;. After the flashback, I was telling Siti, "Omg! It's like &lt;em&gt;I Know What You Did Last Summer&lt;/em&gt;! Haha!". And then he said, "So what's this? Some kind of &lt;em&gt;I Know What you Did 18 Summers Ago&lt;/em&gt;?!" His character is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I don't get. How come all of it's got something to do with water? I mean. It can't be a coincidence that they all die when the water pipe/tap/shower starts going mad! I don't know. Some parts just doin't click nicely to me. Or perhaps it's just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered something. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to scare the shit out of myself. I'm scared yes, but man! There's a weird kick to it! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall this day. How pathetic. I think it revolved around couch potatoe-ing around, magazines, attempts to study.. OH! &lt;em&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/em&gt;! Hady! Haha. I'm not nuts over him, like how I was over Taufik two years ago. (Man! It's been 2 YEARS!?) He's cute! I just wna pinch his cheeks and declare him mine forever so I can do whatever I like to/with him. Hello. Away with the sick thoughts please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called once for Hady and Jay. A buck gone. Mother doesn't know I called. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven" is one song I really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like. Nick sang that song before in some concert. I saw the video and thought he sang it so nicely! :D &lt;em&gt;Oh Nick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheer vegetation. The loser that I am. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and final day of the Lit seminar. It wasn't Sadiq this time, it was Ambrish. Lol. Didn't make the same mistake though so cheers for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar was on &lt;em&gt;The English Teacher&lt;/em&gt;. I think it's the most &lt;em&gt;urgh&lt;/em&gt; one of all three. Cos unlike the &lt;em&gt;12th Night&lt;/em&gt; seminar, half of what that lady was talking about, we were hearing it for the first freaking time! That's not too good now is it! But when Nuzie's question was answered, "Oh my god.. *sighs*groans" For all we know it may not even be relevant to us! Sheesh. But it was useful I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Fatmah's sweet sixteenth! So after the seminar, Nuzie went off with Ambrish while the three of us, Murny, Siti and I we went to Wisma's Topshop to get her gift. The sales people there seem to have not heard of their gift card or something. How odd. Purchased the $50 gift card and took a bus to Dhoby Gaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought her to Fish&amp;Co Glasshouse to makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatmah was late, so the 3 of us were sitting down at Dhoby Gaut's control station waiting for the birthday girl. We looked like beggars! Murny suggested we place our hand cup-like. *rolls eyes*. We came across all sorts of people. Tourists/weirdos.. People who kept taking photos of the MRT station, cute amgmoh guy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an interesting view. Cos our eyelevel was pretty much at crotch level. So the glancing up of things was interesting. I mean you know. We had to look up to look at people. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who we met there!!! Quick guess, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell you! HAHA. Gosh, so irritating right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late lunch/ early dinner (Lunner? Linner? Dunch?) at Fish&amp;amp;Co was really fun. It was tons of fun and laughter. Mocktails, that Pink something that I drank ROCKED. We spent 2 hours there I think. Took our own sweet time eating, stuffing our faces! Cos ohmygod. A lot of food! Because I couldn't finish it, lost the "deal". Didn't get my ten bucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were making the most noise there. Lol. The songs they play are really good. Covers a wide range, which is the cool thing. Oysters are&lt;em&gt; sooo&lt;/em&gt; good! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang Happy Birthday to her! She taught us the Arab version. I can't remember it though. Lol. Since she was the birthday girl.. Poured ice water down her shirt or rather cleavage! HAHA. At least it's not something sticky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we paid the bill and cabbed to Orchard. Murny and Fatmah went off while the two of us went on to meet J! There was this big hoo-hah, some Gatsby promotion. Lots of tall ladies, models I presume, wearing miniskirts and tubes giving out balloons and tatoos and sample sets, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloon was so YELLOW and CHEERY, I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to have it. So I asked for one. Yay. The balloon totally radiates childlike happiness, it's amazing. The only thing that spoiled it was the word "Gatsby" printed in black. But it wasn't very FWOAH significant, so it was okay. YELLOW BALLOONS! And it was with a string some more! Not the stick kind. I'll tell you it's sad tale later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met the very simmered J outside Tangs. Cos we said we'd meet her in 15 but only came much later. Eh, not our fault! The taxi queue at Park Mall was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Shaw where she gave the remaining tickets, the money and she got an early dinner treat. Her, not us. Those girls are.. my gosh. I don't know what to say man. Really. All I know is that somebody's lapping it all up. Taking everything shoved his way. Lol. Not much different from Taufik. Whoops. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we were at the Starbucks tables area, I was talking along with the norm hand gesturing and suddenly the balloon started floating off! I cry. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, train-ed to Bedok and took a cab to East Coast! Fatmah's mum organized a Surprise Party for her. All her cousins, aunts, uncles, etc were there. Guess what. She wasn't the only one surprised that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still had no clue even when Farah and Aunty Aishah brought her to East Coast. She bought the whole story, can you believe it! And you know what. It's not the first time Aunty Sukma did this; the whole surprise party at East Coast thing was done before. Blur or what. That's Fatmah for yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then got home around 11/12? I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall that day. It was all too blur, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember being such a cow to my mum in the morning, making such a big deal out of boiling water and making coffee, which I've been doing the past god knows how long. I banged, grumbled, cussed a lot while making coffee and toast till she finally went, "Ok, what's your problem Huda?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm such an idiot right? I &lt;em&gt;wanted &lt;/em&gt;my mum to ask me. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's so cool lah. When I was about to relate the ordeal to her, she stared at my nails and went "Why do you bother painting your nails when you paint it Nude anyway?! *puzzled look*".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. What timing. I love my mum. I love Mud and Najib and Aniszah too. I love them LOADS for everything. I was sung to on the phone! Like how sweet is that! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so ironic! There I was, a lovely evening by the beach with great company, and then it all exploded. Right at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, never have I felt such a strong emotion. It's like the mother of all emotions. Cos all other emotions are rolled along with it. It's just that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one powerful feeling, brings about a ton others. Like a ball of snow, an avalanche rolling down the slope, the more it rolls, the bigger it gets. It gets so big it's a hazard. Death can result from it, people get hurt, bruised, and scarred. From that mere ball of snow, that the kids thought would be fun to make, things went overboard, the ball starts rolling and suddenly people get hurt. It was &lt;em&gt;harmless&lt;/em&gt;, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading up stuff to get a better perspective, you know, to gather your thoughts, feelings, the whole thing. It all just stuns me. Like &lt;em&gt;whoa&lt;/em&gt;. The intensity of it all, the post-tell all, the significance..&lt;em&gt; Everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you think you know someone, they do something and you're like, "Hold it there just one minute. I'm &lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;to know you. It's not &lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;to be this way". You know the whole, when-you-think-you-know-you-actually-don't, just for &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; it. It's okay if you don't get me. Cos I don't get me half the time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I try&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;I try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be kind&lt;br /&gt;But how then does it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be forgiving,&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget&lt;br /&gt;I try to start anew&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'll just fret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be harsh&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be critical&lt;br /&gt;I try to be giving&lt;br /&gt;But it just makes me more cynical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to relate&lt;br /&gt;I try not to judge&lt;br /&gt;I try to make some sense of it&lt;br /&gt;That it's nothing but a smudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to not get affected&lt;br /&gt;I try to not get hurt&lt;br /&gt;I try to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;But the efforts turn to dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to get over it&lt;br /&gt;I try to let it pass&lt;br /&gt;The movie's playing over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Till it's nothing but smashed glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glass of hope,&lt;br /&gt;A glass of trust.&lt;br /&gt;A glass of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;To break it, I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I stand,&lt;br /&gt;Confused and stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being trusting doesn't pay. Perhaps I should learn to be more careful, not be so open to people in general, and master the art of Deception and the world of Connivance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you'll only be able to live comfortably when you learn to trust. Well, they're wrong. Either I’ve been a fuckin’ horrible person this lifetime or the previous and got it all wrong, or some people will have to learn the true meaning of trust and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joke's on me isn' t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny that I didn't trust my gut feeling, cos &lt;em&gt;oh you know &lt;/em&gt;it's called trust. Such trust that you refuse what your &lt;em&gt;head &lt;/em&gt;is telling you cos your &lt;em&gt;heart &lt;/em&gt;seems to think otherwise. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, if there's one thing I learned, your gut instinct should never be shoved aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Been thinking about it for some time now. Considering it carefully. That email did it. I'll do it. Oh my god. I'm so scared. But I know I have to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-115072519961325868?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/115072519961325868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=115072519961325868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115072519961325868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/115072519961325868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/times-where-sixth-tuesday-needs-to-be.html' title='Times where &quot;The Sixth Tuesday&quot; needs to be read over and over again to better the situation'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114995792373743928</id><published>2006-06-11T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:45:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for the eyes, much?</title><content type='html'>I cannot &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; put this up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about understanding human concern] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Huda just turn on the faucet already says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about understanding human concern] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my dad has diabetes and it's hereditary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's about understanding human concern] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THAT WAS TOO MUCH EYE-CANDY FOR ME MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda just turn on the faucet already says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda just turn on the faucet already says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;whatever man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mud btw. He and his &lt;em&gt;commendable &lt;/em&gt;sense of humour. The guy's one funny idiot lah. Never fails to come up with something stupid and &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; random at the weirdest moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114995792373743928?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114995792373743928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114995792373743928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114995792373743928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114995792373743928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/food-for-eyes-much.html' title='Food for the eyes, much?'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114994419283452854</id><published>2006-06-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:13:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two whole days flew right by; craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT things you fail at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not reading too much into things&lt;br /&gt;2. Sticking to self-made timetables&lt;br /&gt;3. Not complicating matters&lt;br /&gt;4. Controlling my crazy feelings sometimes&lt;br /&gt;5. Coming home early when I go out (usually)&lt;br /&gt;6. Restraining the urge to buy&lt;br /&gt;7. Saving money&lt;br /&gt;8. Remaining cool; I get panic attacks, and yes, I'm kinda paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN songs you listened today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone, Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;2. Move Along, All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;3. Somebody, Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;4. All These Things That I've Done, The Killers&lt;br /&gt;5. Walk Away, Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing A Whole Year, Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;7. Build Me Up Buttercup, &lt;s&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/s&gt; Salah band. I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX things you desire, or need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SHOES!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Discipline&lt;br /&gt;3. Cash, baby!&lt;br /&gt;4. A new phone&lt;br /&gt;5. A new wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;6. New Levi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE annoyances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. When you just don't get it&lt;br /&gt;2. Idiots who don't know how to MOVE IN when the bus is so packed! Like hello! Big empty space there, asshole!&lt;br /&gt;3. When I actually feel unsafe and weird when there's a whole bunch of mats and I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I see something so pretty and gorgeous but don't have enough cash on me&lt;br /&gt;5. When people go "Oh ya! You know. Aiyah never mind". If you wanna say, SAY. If you dont, just shut it lah and dont leave it hanging like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR things you will never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Drink&lt;br /&gt;2. Have the guts to -&lt;br /&gt;3. Run away&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch a scary movie alone (Ya okay, don't call me names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE people to tag.&lt;/strong&gt; (meaning do this)&lt;br /&gt;1. Clara&lt;br /&gt;2. Dina&lt;br /&gt;3. Natasha (I doubt she'll do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO people you saw today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. J&lt;br /&gt;2. Mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to stuff that's been happening the past two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, headed over to &lt;strong&gt;Orchid Country Club&lt;/strong&gt; for the bowling competition! It was rather fun. Saw &lt;strong&gt;Delphinus&lt;/strong&gt; after like a million years so that was good! &lt;3 Lunched at KFC at North Point (ulu neighbourhood shopping centre at Yishun). Headed home straight after. I declined an invitation to PS! How about that! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at home for a while, then rushed out to meet J in Town to... meet new people! :D We were being such idiots I tell you. Looked around at Far East, and you know! They have shoe shops there with AWESOME shoes! But they cost a bomb ($59.90) and what's the brand name? Mondo. Isn't that supposed to be the cheap shoe brand! But the shoes there... wow. Hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met 4 new people, so that was cool. The whole bunch of us caught The Omen, at Lido. The movie was to me (recall the fact that I am a chicken) pretty spooky. I mean, it's not "OMG. Scarryyyy shit! I nearly pooped in my pants", but the suspense build-up, the sudden appearance of things, stupid dreams that seemed real, stuff like that made it creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times I screamed, resulting in the scaring of Fiona (one of the just met people) and J who were beside me. Sorry lah. It was just. Freakyy. Haha. It felt like I was the only one who screamed in the entire theatre! How lame is that. No, not me screaming. Those other people who "act all brave" but we all know otherwise! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did cha know that the toilet at Shaw, the one near Nike there, you actually have to pay 20cents to get in. They have aluminium doors, which is so dumb. You can see yourself pee/poop cos the door, ya, was like a friggin mirror. That's one of the dumbest thing everrr. Seriously. Is it that fascinating to see yourself do your business for 20cents! Stupiddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs at Shaw was the venue of our hang out after the movie. Just talked and stuff. Dinner was three large fries shared among the 5 of us. Lol. Saw his IC and omg. So different! Looked so goody back then! Wonder what happened along the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a couple of interesting stuff that's gna happen that day. One word: Nuts. And also about the girls of this particular school! One word: Tramps! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These just-met people are rather odd. One of them was busy dropping tiny little bubbles of Coke on the edge of the cup using a straw! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left about 1100 and! Impromptu sleepover! HAHA. I slept over J's yesterday without bringing a change of clothes or whatever. It was funny watching her get all sick with anxiety! And whoa! I can't believe you did that while walking to your house! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out fine in the end. See? Girl, you should learn to chill. (HAHAHA. Look who's talking here.) Bathed, talked a bit while listening to Love Songs on Class95 and fell asleep soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise another thing. I tend to be really really calm when I'm with another person who's going crazy with panic. To I don't know.. Strike the balance? Like in this sick way, seeing them panic seems to soothe me. Yes, I know. Darn weird. It's just me again, looking too much into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, it was. (: Man, I love sweet dreams. They bring you to another place, another level of emotions all too real for it's own darn good. You get to live another life, so to speak. I love the fact that dreams take you to a whole new world. Sometimes, I kinda wonder if there's nothing more to it. I mean, yeah, I know that dreams are usually a form of interpretation of your sub conscious mind or I don't know, "predictions" even. But what if in another "parallel" universe, or something, they are actually happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me mad, but sometimes the dreams get too real, when I wake up, I'd feel as though I really was experiencing it. Like, I don't know. I was there, just not physically, you know? Okay, never mind. I'm satrting to sound a little delusional here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up, not having a clue where I was. When I told J that, she laughed and went "Ya. I got you drunk, you passed out and I brought you to my home. *rolls eyes*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, got dressed, ate breakfast and I'm off! 969 is an amazing bus! It's so fast it's really incredible. Got to Tampines from Yishun in record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, got the dope from Mother Dearest and back out AGAIN within 10 minutes! Haha. Energizer bunny man! Train-ed to City Hall and met up with the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was good. After Esplanade, lunched at City Hall's Sakura where I ate the Pineapple Rice. It was yums. Good stuff! After that, it was back home! Can you believe it! I was back before 6! SIX. A feat, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys for being so uncontactable! Haha. I know you all missed me lots. It's okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, seeyah! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Today made me giddy with joy, it's sick. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114994419283452854?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114994419283452854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114994419283452854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114994419283452854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114994419283452854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-whole-days-flew-right-by-craziness.html' title='Two whole days flew right by; craziness'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114984408336589052</id><published>2006-06-09T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:08:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another meme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM:&lt;/strong&gt; a talker, loud and gullible ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT:&lt;/strong&gt; world peace! make love not war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE:&lt;/strong&gt; it when people say one thing and do another thing altogether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE:&lt;/strong&gt; to have fun &amp; delve in my mood like frickin' Orsino, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS:&lt;/strong&gt; not caring &amp; times where everything's clear cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEAR:&lt;/strong&gt; too much, it's so lame I tell you. I'm a chickenshit rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HEAR:&lt;/strong&gt; 'The Sweetest Thing" &amp; J thinking I'm gna be late later. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WONDER:&lt;/strong&gt; a lot about everything &amp; anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REGRET:&lt;/strong&gt; hurting people; not working harder in all aspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT:&lt;/strong&gt; an artist. I can't draw for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DANCE:&lt;/strong&gt; like an idiot when no one's looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SING:&lt;/strong&gt; also when no one's around cos I. Can. Not. Sing. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS:&lt;/strong&gt; honest when it comes to how I feel. Actually, I think I fool everyone sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MAKE WITH MY HANDS:&lt;/strong&gt; a good cup of coffee or milo, french toast and uh, do toast and egg count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WRITE:&lt;/strong&gt; to express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CONFUSE:&lt;/strong&gt; people sometimes, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED:&lt;/strong&gt; better time management, to set my priorities right, oodles of cash, love all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULD:&lt;/strong&gt; start mugging my ass off and stop everything else that's a distraction. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I START:&lt;/strong&gt; full of enthusiasm which dies bit by bit. I should learn to stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FINISH:&lt;/strong&gt; and can't be happier, cos hey it's over and done with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you can see, I've become quite a fan of memes. Go do it, you guys! You must say you got it from me too kay! Whoa. Spice Girls on Class 95! How primary school! Anyhoo, I'm gna be late and J's gna kill me. Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114984408336589052?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114984408336589052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114984408336589052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114984408336589052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114984408336589052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-meme.html' title='Another meme!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114974607561144519</id><published>2006-06-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:38:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;anorexia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; loss of apetite. &lt;strong&gt;anorexia nervosa&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;anthracite&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; form of coal burning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?&lt;/strong&gt; Football Yearbook 2004-5. My brother's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/strong&gt; I.. can't remember. Oh I do! MTV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is:&lt;/strong&gt; 2.17pm?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;/strong&gt; 1.41pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/strong&gt; Scorpions' 'Still Loving You', thunder and the noise the fucker upstairs is making.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last step outside? what were you doing?&lt;/strong&gt; About an hour ago. To throw the kittens' crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before you came to this website, what did you look at? &lt;/strong&gt;My yahoo inbox.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Green shorts (don't wince) and some tshirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. I barely don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last laugh? &lt;/strong&gt;Not too long ago when Koko did something stupid. He was attacking "the other cat" in the mirror, HIM, and fell of the bed, knocking head first into the mirror! LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/strong&gt; My brother's huge notice board with random stuff stuck on it like my Olevel Confirmation Slip (according to my mum, to remind me each time I'm at the com but I've learnt to not look up) and some Jackie Chan check list for his cards or sth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/strong&gt; What isn't? I don't know. Oh wait. I know. But I can't say it. :X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/strong&gt; It's quite weird/dumb, which is all the more puzzling why the hell I'm doing it. :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last film you saw?&lt;/strong&gt; The Door in the Floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? &lt;/strong&gt;A beautiful house with an amazing view somewhere in Rome. Or Paris. Or Instant Happiness, if it happens to be on sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about you that I don't know:&lt;/strong&gt; Every morning, now that it's the hols, I get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, go straight to the kitchen and make 2 cups of my very own homemade latte for my mum and myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt; Make the world a safer place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to dance?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? a boy?&lt;/strong&gt; Leah..? Maybe Daniel, if it's a boy? Oh I don't know. HELLO. Only fifteen here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever consider living abroad? &lt;/strong&gt;Hell yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather's pretty. It's cool, dark and windy. The kind you can't really classify as "bad" or "good". A little like what I'm feeling right now. Not knowing whether to float up or sink down. But you kinda know that it leans more to the sinking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't stand this. Really. It's just. Ugh. Whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw, came across this. Turns out, my &lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com"&gt;Bloginality&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com/entp.php"&gt;ENTP&lt;/a&gt;. This is totally outdated, but go do it if you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Love Style is Storage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/storge.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, love and friendship are almost the same thing. And your love tends to be the enduring, long lasting kind. (You've been known to still have connections with exes) But sometimes your love is not the most passionate. Leap before you look, and you'll find that fire you crave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not a Jealous Bone in Your Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoujealousquiz/not-jealous.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're secure, trusting, and giving with friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have been hurt before, you've bounced back&lt;br /&gt;You're generally happy with your life - and no one's grass is greener than yours&lt;br /&gt;One word of caution: some may see your lack of jealousy as indifference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoujealousquiz/"&gt;Are You Jealous?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are a Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/peacemaker-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can. War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace. You are a good mediator and a true negotiator. Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy. While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental. You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take. On the flip side, you've got a great sense of humor and wit. You're always diplomatic and able to give good advice.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think stuff like this *points up* are pretty scary when they are rather accurate. Oh well. It's mere coincidence (sort of) and it's fun to see how &lt;em&gt;the quiz&lt;/em&gt; can gather such details about you after you've only answered a couple of questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohmygosh. I'm hooked. I can't stop doing this silly quizzes! Someone slap me, quick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like having Swenson's Chocolate Mint. :x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHYES. Sry for being a day late, since ytd didn't count cos I just asked the two of them to pass the msg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH DEAR NAZEEHAH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Cos I know you like it red and hot! :D You lucky thing! A Guess wallet and a Zara top was it? Wah cow. I also want lah.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/picture1048uw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/picture1048uw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/RIMG0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/1600/RIMG0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUCH LOVE! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114974607561144519?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114974607561144519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114974607561144519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114974607561144519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114974607561144519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/21-questions.html' title='21 questions'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114966322561665974</id><published>2006-06-07T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:08:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quality sibling loving time</title><content type='html'>Wah fuck. The asshole upstairs is &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;annoying! Thumping, humping, drilling and screwing around. LOL. He's been at it since &lt;em&gt;SIX&lt;/em&gt; this morning. Hello. Some people aka MOI would like to have some sleep please! (Even when I'm fuming mad, I'm still so courteous. Amazing or what!) The walls are vibrating. The floor is shaking as if there's an earthquake. What. An. Incredible. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, ytd, I was staying up with my brother. He was watching tv while playing his &lt;em&gt;Gameboy XP&lt;/em&gt; and I was at the com doing god knew what. Suddenly, he came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Purple's me, blue's him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kak, I'm gg down for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For what! Hakiem, it's too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm very hungry lah and there's no food in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's bread. And jam. And I could make you milo if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I don't want bread. And jam. And milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want filet-o-fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sigh. Fine okay, I'll go with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at one something in the morning, I grabbed my hair tie, wallet and keys, and we headed down to Macdonald's. Sometimes, I wonder what we'd do when we can't sleep in the middle of the night, if we weren't living in such close proximity to all these "luxuries".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were, not surprisingly, a number of Mats/Minahs/Bengs/Lians and a couple others who were working/studying at their laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time my brother's doing this. The other time, he dragged my dad down to Macs at 0430 in the AM to eat Hotcakes. Ya, &lt;em&gt;hotcakes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, my Mum got all cranky, nagging at me about something when I &lt;em&gt;swear &lt;/em&gt;I was minding my own business, not annoying her. She finished what she wanted to say and suddenly went, "Go buy me Tau Huey down stairs NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this other one time, where my dad was all "Huda, buy me banana now. Del monte ah. DONT GET THE WRONG ONE!" when we were all seated comfortably in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to name a few instances. I guess it's evident here where the two of us kids get weird killer cravings out of no where huh. A double whammy what more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was done, we made our way to 7-11 cos it was Cute Guy #1's shift. (There are 3 working, so you've gotta label them. LOL.) Bought the June issue of &lt;em&gt;OK!&lt;/em&gt;. It's the only mag I buy these days. And &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hot &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Female&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us didnt feel like going back up. So we took a nice two hour-long walk around the neighbourhood. We stopped by the playground and wow. It's been a pretty long time since I last felt so giddy with childishness! Played at the swing. I love swings. They are simple things and yet so extremely enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did lots of climbing around. We climbed the up the slides and stuff and slid down the side of the wall and WHOA. What a thrill! Haha. Cos we have to actually climb up the slide (which was very slippery cos it's not the new kind of playground where everything's plastic), then make our way, placing our foot carefully on the sides and &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;slide down! It's slippery cos it's the small square tiles so you slide down nicely and fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart would thump like mad and I could feel the adrenaline rush when I climb up. Cos it's quite high, and you know me. The chickenshit that I am. My brother says I look like a little girl when I slide cos I'd squeal with stupid joy and when I land, I'd skip-tip-toe around and go "omg. that was sooo fun!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that, unexpectedly, brought back nostalgic childhood memories. They flooded back all at once. A full blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back when I was 4, the four of us (my two elder bros and my sis, Hakiem wasn't born yet) we'd play at the playground at our old house in Hougang. As well as how Papa would bring us to this place where you can immerse yourself in a pool of plastic balls! All the numerous playgrounds we frequent. Cos the three of them live in Yishun, as well as the ones at our Grandmother's/Aunt's/Uncles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, reminscing.. Makes you smile yet it leaves a pang of sadness behind too. What I wouldnt give to go back to those times. Those&lt;strong&gt; great&lt;/strong&gt; times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we walked on to the park and just hung out. There was this once, this two guys were speeding past us on their bikes. The "passenger" turned around and waved at us. We were quite high last night. Which was the reasaon why the two of us waved back enthusiastically, immediately! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just talked while I flipped through the magazine absent mindedly. We got back around 0300, just in time for one of his shows; he &lt;em&gt;loves &lt;/em&gt;to watch the same episode over and over again. Don't look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was nice spending time with my little baby, bratty brother. He's pretty mature for his age. He's quite perceptive actually. Even for a mere 10 year old. I'm proud of him lah. He's smart, nice, and so far, his primary school life seems far more successful than mine! (Prefect, topped the level several times, a million friends from each level, tchers &lt;em&gt;adore &lt;/em&gt;him, girls &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;him, et cetera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa ho! Another long one. Haha. Okay, see yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"One of the great mysteries to me is the fact that a woman could pour hot wax on her legs, rip the hair out by the roots, and still be afraid of a spider."(Jerry Seinfeld)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114966322561665974?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114966322561665974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114966322561665974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114966322561665974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114966322561665974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-quality-sibling-loving-time.html' title='Some quality sibling loving time'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114960544580672993</id><published>2006-06-06T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:36:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet rendezvous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'll warn you guys first. This is gna be an extremely long post. Stick around if you can endure! But I know you will lah! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been having &lt;strong&gt;too much&lt;/strong&gt; fun, it's scaring me! I'm so delving in hedonism man. Deados. To think that I mentioned about it in the MYE Lit Essay. Bah. Whatever. I will break this cycle okay! I will, I will I will! REALLY LAH, HOW COULD EVER YOU DOUBT ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as I was saying. &lt;strong&gt;Aniszah&lt;/strong&gt; slept over yesterday! Gosh, I missed her &lt;em&gt;so incredibly much&lt;/em&gt;! It was great seeing her after soooooo lonnnngggg! Fetched her from the bus stop and we greeted each other with &lt;strong&gt;a huge ear-to-ear smile and a warm loving hug&lt;/strong&gt;! Ahh. Sweet, ol' mushy stuffs. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The initial plan was to head on over to Esplanade to study and catch a movie in one of the living rooms. But all was still great fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We lunched at KFC first, feasting greedily like the hungry carnivores that we are, on the 9.95 meal. The chickens were humongous, but we polished it up anyways. Lol. Hey, we were very hungry! It was nice catching up and all that. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed on to my place after lunch. She helped me change my bedsheet, but we didnt even end up sleeping in my room! Haha. We basically just hung out. Lots of talking. And ohmygosh. We are such silly idiots I tell you. We were all ranting and whining about how much it sucks to... First it was her with me going "Oh stop it Niz!". And then suddenly, the tables turned. It was me full on and her going all "Enough already lah.". HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe she made me wait till ytd to tell me about it! Seriously, you all have got to &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; all this nonsense! Suspense, what suspense! Keeping me in the dark=UNCOOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were totally all over the computer, reading up on our horoscopes (I see I'm rather influnetial eh?) as well as do other er, &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt;. In a nutshell, we were just chilling, taking turns reading a book, surfing the net and playing with my cats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know sometimes, you don't have to anything in particular at all. It is such downright simple activities that make the most impact, to me. A true judge of understanding of another person, I'd say would probably have to be the silences. No, not the occasional lapse in conversations, per se. It's about &lt;strong&gt;how comfortable&lt;/strong&gt; the silence is. I think that speaks a lot. I believe we have tons more fun just chilling out at each other's place as compared to the whole lunch-movie-shop-dinner routine. We do, don't we? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;/strong&gt; is plain&lt;em&gt; terrible&lt;/em&gt;! His songs can make you sad and go all gooey even in the midst of recalling such a great time! Sheesh. Since we're flaming artists who suck up all the joy, throw in &lt;strong&gt;Air Supply&lt;/strong&gt; into that list as well. *makes a face*) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the computer's in my brother's room, that was mainly where we were the entire time. She knocked off ard 2 while I only hit the bed (my brother's bed) about 4. Half the time we were conversing, it'd be about.. LOL. Glad to note that I'm not the only one this situation! But at least her's is clear cut. Mine's.. Well. It's complicated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I woke her up when I accidentally blasted &lt;strong&gt;Billie Myers&lt;/strong&gt; about 3+. We decided not to use the air con, so I opened the windows. Lying in bed, with the windows opened, the view was surprisingly very pretty! I could see the &lt;strong&gt;night sky&lt;/strong&gt;! As well as part of my flat, the kind of view you'd see if you were standing at the foot of a building, looking up. It was pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Purple's&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Blue's&lt;/span&gt; Niz.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey! I see a star! There *points* see! One poor lone&lt;br /&gt;star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oh ya! I see it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wish I may,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I might&lt;br /&gt;Have this wish I wish tonight&lt;br /&gt;*wishes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just realised&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I could've have just wished upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; a satelite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid right. Singapore's too bright for it's own darn good. It sucks that beautiful night skies are rare here. Unless you live in &lt;strong&gt;Siglap&lt;/strong&gt;, that is. Eh &lt;strong&gt;Najib&lt;/strong&gt;! Not fair man. Not like you'd know how to appreciate it right! Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, if it blinks, it's a star? Or is it if it blinks, it's a satelite? *confused*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was good talk for a while in the dark, staring up at the night sky. &lt;em&gt;Thinking&amp;amp;Wishing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We only got up abt 12! That also, I was still all groggy and "omg. I wna sleep some more." But that girl! She insists on getting up. So yeah. Bathed and I made &lt;strong&gt;French toast&lt;/strong&gt; for breafast! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whee, I rock as a host man! A random one here. But why's it called &lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; toast? They invented it is it? Like &lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; fries? Did they even invent fries in the first place! They're that cool meh. Everything also name after them! &lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; loaf, &lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; kiss. Then there's also French words generally accepted. Like &lt;em&gt;creme of the crop&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;esprit de corp&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; fiance&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;a la&lt;/em&gt;, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, maybe it's &lt;em&gt;french &lt;/em&gt;kiss, cos the French are supposedly the ones who have the most sex in the &lt;strong&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt;. But I don't know lah. What's the link? They're the most sexually active people so we've got to name a kind of kiss after them!? HUH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after breakfast, hung out for a while, and I sent her off at the bus stop. It was really awesome fun, having her over. Our sleepovers are always fun anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you loads and loads and loads Niz! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked on the phone with &lt;strong&gt;J &lt;/strong&gt;just now. And wow wow wow! Things have been happening, eh? Haha. I predict that day's gna be a really fun one! Yay, the three of us again after such a long hiatus! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha&lt;/strong&gt; has become quite the regular person I chat with/to on MSN. With her "healthy" dosage of Mat/Minah slang just cos of...! Haha. You're fun to talk to online lah. Heh. And no, I'll never be able to summon that much courage! NEVERRR EVERRR...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That aside, I caught these two movies a couple of days ago. I don't know the name of the first one though. I just typed and deleted abt 5 paragraphs trying to summarise the first namesless movie that &lt;strong&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;/strong&gt; acted in too, but plays a small role. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the second movie I caught right after that on &lt;strong&gt;Ch 60&lt;/strong&gt; is called &lt;strong&gt;The Door In the Floor&lt;/strong&gt;, based on John Irving's novel, A Widow for One Year. Click &lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/film/reviews/d/door-in-the-floor.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.threemoviebuffs.com/review.php?movieID=doorinthefloor"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for reviews! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you've got &lt;strong&gt;HBO&lt;/strong&gt;, you better go catch it. It's an interesting, and I suppose you could say different movie. And &lt;strong&gt;Jon Foster&lt;/strong&gt;! (I've never heard of him before watching the movie, where I waited for the credits to roll to get his name!) He's cute in the schoolboy-boyish kinda way. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After watching the movie, I have to admit, that &lt;strong&gt;Kim Basinger&lt;/strong&gt; is an amazing actress. She's the one that acted as Eminem's Mum on &lt;strong&gt;8 Mile&lt;/strong&gt;. I think she can play the role of the "helpless" and "sorrowful" really well. Take her performance in &lt;strong&gt;Cellular&lt;/strong&gt; too. Wow. I really admire her talent. That lady can act pretty dang well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. Long huh, this post? Well, I felt like writing an extremely detailed one, so there you have it. Don't say I didn't warn ya! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteenth Clara! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Big not! Heh.) Okay then, goodnight everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And what would you say if I called on you now and said that I can't hold on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114960544580672993?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114960544580672993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114960544580672993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114960544580672993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114960544580672993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweet-rendezvous.html' title='A sweet rendezvous!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114948427127531269</id><published>2006-06-05T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:35:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I didnt cheat!</title><content type='html'>Can you name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head?&lt;br /&gt;Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, Start!&lt;br /&gt;01. Aniszah&lt;br /&gt;02. Siti&lt;br /&gt;03. Lyon&lt;br /&gt;04. Shez&lt;br /&gt;05. Fatmah&lt;br /&gt;06. Clare Lee&lt;br /&gt;07. Rachel See&lt;br /&gt;08. Dirah&lt;br /&gt;09. Naz&lt;br /&gt;10. J&lt;br /&gt;11. Fairuz&lt;br /&gt;12. Clara Lock&lt;br /&gt;13. Shara&lt;br /&gt;14. Murny&lt;br /&gt;15. Nuzie&lt;br /&gt;16. Mariam&lt;br /&gt;17. Najib&lt;br /&gt;18. Zai&lt;br /&gt;19. Mud&lt;br /&gt;20. Almaas&lt;br /&gt;21. Nick Carter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14? Sec 1 Malay Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6? NP life wouldnt be the same! And who am I suppoed to talk abt... with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 date? Oooh. Hot les couple. Omg funny.HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 5? Hah. No. She's taken. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would 3 and 12 make a good couple? HAHAHA. NO. He's got my great gf to take care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 8: Calm, attractive, patient, sweet, fab class partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you think 13 is attractive? YES! She's gorgeous please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me something about 17: A fantastic friend. Reliable, loyal. Someone I can call regardless of the time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family members? Yeah. Even her cousins, aunts, uncles.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 21's favorite color? Dark green! Nick loves green. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do if 18 just confessed he/she liked you? Er. I don't know? Haha. Skip. Next question please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What language does 20 speak? English&amp;amp;Malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with? No one. She's independent man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What grade is 16 in? Sec four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 13? The day of the Malay O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What perfume does number 2 uses? Hmm. I dont know actually. Eh, do you even wear a perfume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 7? Rachel? Of course lah. We'd be too hot though, no one will be able to tahan. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 1? She's my favourite-est girlfriend already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single? Nope! She's happily attached. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 19's last name? Ahmad Magad? (Hey, look coincidence! You're 19!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11? Hah. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What school does 3 go to? Saint Andrew's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 10 live? Yishun. Like how far away is that! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 10? She's great to have fun with. Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Have you seen number 1 naked? HAHAHA. Maybe? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Got this off Novabelle's who got it off friendster. I'm too cool for friendster! I read the top part, quickly ctrl c, ctrl v onto blogger, did the thing THEN read Novabelle's one. REALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114948427127531269?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114948427127531269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114948427127531269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114948427127531269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114948427127531269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-swear-i-didnt-cheat.html' title='I swear I didnt cheat!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114947709585810078</id><published>2006-06-05T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:47:32.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it just strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;When You Really Love Someone - Alicia Keys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows it's hard&lt;br /&gt;I need a real man to give me what I need&lt;br /&gt;Sweet attention, love and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;When it's real, its unconditional,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya’ll&lt;br /&gt;Cause a man just ain't a man if he ain’t man enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher when the world got you feeling low&lt;br /&gt;He's giving you his last, cause he’s thinking of you first&lt;br /&gt;Giving comfort when he's thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're a real man&lt;br /&gt;And Lord knows it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just need a woman's touch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet affection, love and support&lt;br /&gt;When it's real its unconditional&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya’ll,&lt;br /&gt;Cause a woman ain't a woman if she ain’t woman enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher when the world got you feeling low&lt;br /&gt;She's giving you her best, even when you’re at your worse&lt;br /&gt;Giving comfort when she's thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're gonna argue,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're gonna fight&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's gonna feel like it'll never be right&lt;br /&gt;But something so strong keeps you hold’n on&lt;br /&gt;It don't make sense but it makes a good song&lt;br /&gt;Cause a man just ain't a man if he ain’t man enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong &lt;br /&gt;Take you high’a when the world got you feeling low&lt;br /&gt;He's giving you his last,&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s thinking of you first&lt;br /&gt;Giving comfort when he's thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya’ll&lt;br /&gt;That a woman ain't a woman if she ain’t woman enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're right&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;when the world got you feeling low&lt;br /&gt;She's giving you her best, even when you’re at your worse&lt;br /&gt;Giving comfort when she's thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll&lt;br /&gt;Mm, mm, yeah (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sorry lah. Mushmones (mushy hormones?) got in the way. The lyrics are so true. Listening to the song, it makes you feel all warm but at the same time, you feel hollow. Like something's amiss. Sometimes you just.. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the five things ytd, I did three. Which is not that bad, yeah? Didnt bathe Kiki&amp;amp;Koko. Cos when I bathed Kieffy first, she was so persistent to not bathe, she kept on kicking viciously till the soap got into my eye. ): Eh, pain okay. But she looks so pretty today! Her fur's all fluffed up and she smells so good! So the scratches were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gna meet my lovely Chocolate Accomplice later if all goes well. &lt;em&gt;Truly Madly Deeply&lt;/em&gt;, here we come! Must. Bring. Tissue. Truckloads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. I cannot wait! Seeyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You can't contact me through my handphone. Long story. So if you wna contact me, try my house number. If I'm out, well you could always try the numbers of those whom I usually go out with. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Not gna go watch &lt;em&gt;Truly Madly Deeply&lt;/em&gt;. How sad is that! But she's gna sleep over today. So yeah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114947709585810078?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114947709585810078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114947709585810078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114947709585810078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114947709585810078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-it-just-strikes.html' title='Sometimes it just strikes'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114940601095279212</id><published>2006-06-04T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:29:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are nice girls too you know</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot to mention about this. This is something &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; and blog-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;girlfriends are freeloaders! It's not right to generalize things like that! I'm not gna be like that. :/ I guess it's just cos some girls think it's mandatory for the guy to pay when they go out. Blame it on tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, yeah, it's nice if a guy pays for you once in a while. But hello, unless you're dating someone who's old enough to work/working part-time/&lt;strong&gt;RICH&lt;/strong&gt;, then he's in the same position as you right? If he treats me something, then I'll treat him something another day or for another thing later the day, y'know? Or split even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will only suck if it's like Valentine's Day and you have to fork out for the entire dinner. But then again, you have to look at the circumstances what. It all depends. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girlfriends are not freeloaders okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not all at least. On the contrary, I'd say some guys are the ones freeloading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A train of their thoughts-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Since she likes me alot, she'll treat me to dinner. I'd be able to&lt;br /&gt;talk her into it. I'm smooth, suave, charming, so yeah of course I can handle&lt;br /&gt;this tiny matter of not having enough money. Since I used all my cash to get the&lt;br /&gt;(fill in toy for boy to impress girl). Gotta dress right. Got to &lt;strong&gt;keep up the&lt;br /&gt;image.&lt;/strong&gt; (LOL)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have allowances. We're all still schooling. Gotta understand that. Gosh, I'm &lt;strong&gt;so darn nice&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes, doesnt it make you sick? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hello. What's up with &lt;strong&gt;all guys thinking girlfriends are expensive&lt;/strong&gt;?! Unless you go and get yourself a high maintainance one, and that's not my problem, now is it! LOL. But even so, unless she's some dumb dufus (then WHAT are you doing with her. Oh right. Physical needs.), it's gotta mean more than that to her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationshsips are not meant to be about whether you've got the dope to impress/jaga a girlfriend! Haiyoh. It's about the&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;emotional support&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's about two people caring for each other. It's about a deeper level of understanding of the other person so you can help each other out in terms of what you need! It's about having a best friend you can rely on 24/7. It's about trust and understanding. Male and Female. Yin and Yang. The balance. Oh my god, it's about so many things on top of all that, I'll never be able to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck. Too much Da Vinci already! HAHA. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so shallow thinking about girls from you=shallow thinking about boys from me. Hah! Guys get into relationships in their teens just to fuck around right. Have fun flitting from one girl to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you this example.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; Simon Webbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He's not a teen, but nvm. I recall this particular interview. I think it's either from &lt;strong&gt;Top of the Pops&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Smash Hits&lt;/strong&gt; or something. Yeah, back in those days where I'd bust my school allowances on overseas magazines cos the local ones just werent stepping up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I recall him saying something about how he'll "pick up a few birds" on the way to meet his date for dinner. So just in case the date turns out to suck, he'll just text the other chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rude is that! My God. I think it's &lt;strong&gt;only fair if the girl's like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt;. All non commital, then it's cool. Cos their both seeking a NSA relationship. (No Strings Attached, for the uninitiated. Lol.) In&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Laguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; context, it'd be okay if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were to date &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cos they're both the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no of course I didnt mean it. Not all guys are jerks, yes I know. It's just that the&lt;strong&gt; jerks are more prominent&lt;/strong&gt;, yes? Yes. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so adorable. He just came in mewing to me, I said "What sayang?" and he continued to mew and jumped up onto my lap. Cute right! The cats in this house are so pampered! Lol. But it's okay. They're &lt;strong&gt;my darlings&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I'm going to do today. I'm doing this so I'll&lt;em&gt; definitely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;do it cos I do not want to appear pathetic by later claiming that I didnt do it. So all the more reason to do all that I'm supposed to! See. Queen of Blab. Yah, I know. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#1 Clean the house. My future husband will benefit from all this torture!&lt;br /&gt;#2 Clear the humongous pile of junk on my bed consisting of clothes, books, magazines, and somewhere in there, I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;I'll find my Strawberry Chapstick I love so much. (When I sleep, I sweep the whole pile onto the floor. The next morning, I'll sweep it right back onto my bed. Vicious cycle. I'm terrible, arent I?)&lt;br /&gt;#3 Clear my table so it'll look so pretty I can't help but sit there and &lt;em&gt;at least &lt;/em&gt;pretend to study&lt;br /&gt;#4 Get started on some work and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;#5 Bathe the Three Ks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, I'll check on you later to see if I really did those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114940601095279212?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114940601095279212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114940601095279212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114940601095279212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114940601095279212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-are-nice-girls-too-you-know.html' title='There are nice girls too you know'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114935981888819179</id><published>2006-06-04T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:41:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loser Part II</title><content type='html'>I am so retarded. Been listening to stupid songs like BSB's "If I don't have you" and all the stupid slow rock songs. Class 95's fault. They've been playing heart&lt;em&gt;squeezing &lt;/em&gt;songs the whole day! Shit Huda. Emoing=Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, now when I need a lollipop, I don't have one! Omg. I want a lollipop now lah. Sigh. The loser, that I am. This is totally PMS full swing. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO COME FREE WITH BEING A GIRL! I didnt ask for it. :/ Ugh. I suck so bad, I tell you. Sigh. Stop being so lame, Huda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114935981888819179?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114935981888819179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114935981888819179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114935981888819179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114935981888819179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/loser-part-ii.html' title='The loser Part II'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114935427016371550</id><published>2006-06-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:41:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loser who blogs everyday</title><content type='html'>Nah there. Happy Mud! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad. ): The computer fucked up on me again! In the middle of a post! WHYWHYWHY! First the speakers, now this! I am not spared from &lt;strong&gt;human abuse by machines&lt;/strong&gt;! UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the first time I'm wearing PJs in &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;. My mum bought it so even though it's &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;em&gt; utterly&lt;/em&gt; girly (the kind that'd match Rachel See and Clara Lee. And that rhymes just like chimes.), I'll wear it. Gotta show appreciation man! Satin shorts are actually pretty comfy. Contrary to what most would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm really sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fans. But I &lt;em&gt;genuinely&lt;/em&gt; thought that his surname, &lt;strong&gt;Twohill &lt;/strong&gt;was a joke. The first time I saw it was on Dina's blog, I think. It's just. Weird, to say the least! But hey, he's cool, I suppose. I cannnot wait for next week's! &lt;s&gt;Oh I hope she screws up. Haha, I'm mean. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, today was a great day! Got to spend it with a couple of my favourite people! Four, to be specific! My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;study buddies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the not-as-hot two thirds of the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brokeback brudders&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Loveyahloads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakae&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was :/. Let's just say I dont much fancy Jap food. Sorry Mariam. I mean a couple of sushi's fine. But a &lt;em&gt;meal&lt;/em&gt; of it? Nah, bring over the fast food please. Oh and you'd think&lt;strong&gt; sweet shrimps&lt;/strong&gt; would taste as good as it sounds. We were fooled. ): Oh you nasty raw things! Me dont much like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it certainly was a nice change. Aw shucks. Contradicting innit? (Sry. The Brit in me was forced to come out after just now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the time spent there was fun, mucking about doing stupid stuff. See, the term I coined, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Immature Prats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is really a very fitting one. No argument, there. You two are awesome fun lah. What's better than a libran (yours truly)? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Three librans!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to see what it's like at &lt;strong&gt;night &lt;/strong&gt;too! (OMG. SO EXCITING!) And that made me one happy girl. :D It needs more stars though and &lt;em&gt;the moon&lt;/em&gt;! Where'd it go!? But still. It was lovely. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohmygosh! I can't believe &lt;strong&gt;Ashee Simpson got a nose job &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; did her mouth!&lt;/strong&gt; I thought she was different and besides, it's not as if she's hideous or something! She's pretty what! Let me give you my prediction. It's gna become a habit cos she'll just find more flaws to correct. Let's hope the surgeries doesnt have any side effects such as BCD (Brain Cell Damage), so at least there's still that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TEENY WEENY&lt;/span&gt; sliver of hope that she's still got SOME sense left. Cos if she's not careful, boy oh boy. She could just end up looking like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.speca.com/blog/archives/jocelyn_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say plastic baybeh! &lt;strong&gt;PLASTIC&lt;/strong&gt;. I can &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;the botox-ness. Cant you? I wonder if she dare smile/show any emotion in particular, in case something cracks. Recall Hilary Duff's stepmom in &lt;em&gt;A Cinderella &lt;/em&gt;Story? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw, yes. That, my friends, is some &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Jocelyn Wildenstein&lt;/span&gt; person, the poster girl of plastic-surgery-gone-bad. I did an English assignment on Plastic Surgery before, with Clara Lee, Yingxuan and Ranjani back in Sec 2, so yeah. Oh, did you know, Michael Jackson has a startling &lt;em&gt;seven &lt;/em&gt;noses! This is of course, according to 2004 statistics. I'm not surprised if he has more than ten now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant believe they call her The Cat just because her eyes &lt;em&gt;resemble &lt;/em&gt;cat eyes!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kieffy&amp;Kiki&amp;amp;Koko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are so much more gorgeous lah please! What an insult to CatDom. I'll send the King of the Jungle after you shitheads who made that comment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was actually really sweet and pretty before her thousand and one surgeries! HOWELL. &lt;em&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, how'd it get to all this?! Right, my conversation with Siti about Ashlee's surgeries. Dont I sidetrack a lot! Haha. Whoops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leave ya with this really cute quote. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is a perky elf dancing a merry jig, and then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;By Matt Groening &lt;s&gt;(whoever the hell he is!)&lt;/s&gt;, creator of The Simpsons. Wow. I'm so smart. I know. (: Ciao babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114935427016371550?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114935427016371550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114935427016371550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114935427016371550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114935427016371550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/loser-who-blogs-everyday.html' title='The loser who blogs everyday'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114926448271291691</id><published>2006-06-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:08:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know something's wrong when you turn to the computer to conjure up an emotion</title><content type='html'>No, I wasn't talking about porn you sick bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh John, let's not park here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh John, let's not park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh John, let's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh John, let's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I cant believe I've resorted to googling up jokes to make myself smile. Huda, get a grip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114926448271291691?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114926448271291691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114926448271291691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114926448271291691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114926448271291691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-somethings-wrong-when-you.html' title='You know something&apos;s wrong when you turn to the computer to conjure up an emotion'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114921534404261033</id><published>2006-06-02T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:27:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked to the gogglebox. ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ytd certainly wasn't what I expected! I thought the hosts were embarrassing. :/ Finally saw&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Paul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(silly classmates were making such a huge fuss about him). I'd say he's different, definitely. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was alright too! Hmm. I think the standard's better than the 2004 version. (Where I recall going a bit mad then. All fanatic, or rather, all fik-natic.) The song choice for both of them was definitely to their advantage. We'll see how it goes! (Yeah, and now, my friends, I'm a regular SI viwer convert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SI, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the sister for about and hour++ and just talked over yummylicious &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;carrot cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white chocolate latte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Took 291 back home, (she slept over again) and watched some teevee together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on 19. This show is so darn amazing! Hello! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jared Padalecki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Whoa. *fainted and became conscious again* Impact's just too great. Wowzers. (No.. I didn't just use that expression!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/400/misc_033.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a show about these two brothers (hello, no one can possibly have genes that amazing to produce &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;hotshots) who "help out" in the supernatural area. Like how to kick out ghosts haunting houses and such. I should have watched the series from the start! But it's still not too late. I think ytd was just their fourth episode. So it's cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's quite scary though. Not &lt;em&gt;super &lt;/em&gt;scary you'll have nightmares kind. But spooky enough to leave your imaginations running free and wild! I swear, the balcony light flickered &lt;em&gt;thrice! &lt;/em&gt;Ohmygod la. The two of us were cowering under the blanket. I'm quite sure Kiki&amp;amp;Koko saw it too cos they silently crept over to the balcony. &lt;em&gt;My brave heroes! &lt;/em&gt;It's sad to think that even my two kittens are braver than me!):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCKKK LAHH. The fella upstairs is renovating and he's making one hell of noise! Yeah, so it's not entirely his fault. But ohmygod, it's loud! Not to mention irritating. (Do you realise that I just described.. Okay nvm.) Thudthudthud...drilll. Thudthudthud...drill. A true &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuckannoyer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, indeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, right. Supernatural. Those of you who have cable, do catch it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thurdays, 1030, Ch 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (free ad)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that is this other cool witchcrafts-ish Brit show which rocks too. It's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Here's a description of it I ripped off some random fansite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Set in a remote English school, Hex is the chilling story of one girl’s exploration of the supernatural and her own sexual awakening. Cassie is a shy student who discovers she is cursed by terrifying links to the past. Longing to be popular, but only truly loved by her best friend, Cassie realises she possesses dangerous powers. Though bewildered and terrified by the visions and voices that haunt her, Cassie can't deny that student life with mystical powers has suddenly become infinitely more interesting as she manipulates the people and situations around her.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds cool? &lt;em&gt;Is &lt;/em&gt;cool. So watch it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thursdays, right after Supernatural, Ch 19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a blend of Buffy+Charmed+Desperate Housewives-ish. There's &lt;strong&gt;lots of sex&lt;/strong&gt;, which makes for good entertainment. The fact that it doesn't just rely on that aspect (like Desperate Houswives which I got bored of after 6/7 episodes), makes it all the more cooler. &lt;em&gt;Black magic... &lt;/em&gt;How cool is that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main character, played by Christina Cole, is this really funky confident chick. Her character's so hot. Personality, everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off-ed the teevee, talked in the dark for a while till we dozed off. I had an awfully strange but nice dream last night. Sweet dreams, totally. I can't exactly recall the dream, the exact details and all that, but I've got a gist of what it's about. Let's just say it brings a smile to my face everytime I think of it.(:&lt;/p&gt;Oh. Big Japan's good. Their songs are nice! If their music is an accurate definition of Indie music, then I'd say I like the genre. This particular line stuck out like a sore thumb: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I swear you're the best disease I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;in my life and yours entangled in a web forever&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*** &lt;p&gt;It's tough. But I'm managing. I'd like to know. Really badly now thankyouverymuch! I predict the day's gna be a great one. Seeyahlovelies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114921534404261033?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114921534404261033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114921534404261033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114921534404261033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114921534404261033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/hooked-to-gogglebox.html' title='Hooked to the gogglebox. ):'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114916523206344601</id><published>2006-06-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:32:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unvirginized!</title><content type='html'>Today.. Let's see. Had Amath today. I was supposed to be 30minutes late since I thought it starts at 9 and I only got to school about 930. Turns out, it starts much later! 1030! So I ended up being from half an hour late to an hour early. I'm seriously in a lucky streak these days. Wonder what I've done to deserve this. Whatever it is, I sure as hell am glad I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although of course, in other areas, things aren't falling in place all that nicely. But I'll take what I can get.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the 90minutes Amath session was quite useful. I hate linear law. P&amp;amp;C on the other hand is one of my favourite topics. Fatmah called me in the middle of class. Haha. I though that was funny. Reminds me of &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;episode where a certain Mrs L was being such a cow. (I just had a thrill imagining her... No no. Don't be cruel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna reveal something big! Huiyun's not a virgin anymore! Gone are her virgin ears! It's been penetrated! HAHA. Yup! She got her ears pierced for the first time! I'm so proud of you! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was much more excited about it than she was! It certainly wasn't that way when she sms-ed me last night when her mom consented! (She's a good girl. Shush.) Her only reaction after the first shot was just a blink of her eyes. The guy (I doubt he's straight) actually said that her left ear is bigger than her right! Unless my eyesight isn't good enough (06/06p mind you), he's wrong! The way he observed her ears, squinting about.. It's quite funny actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was earrings hunting! She bought this lovely 15.90 black pair from Isetan (the brand Six, shop at Citylink) that just oozes class. Anyway, realised that she's like me. We suit the victorian-rustic type. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was 31 to Bedok and MRT to Cityhall. Met Fatmah at the Esplanade library. Did a little work and it's back to Da Vinci. Unlike what everyone's telling me to do, I'm gonna read the book first before watching the movie. It'll just be weird when I watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't know. If I've read the book, I'd be able to anticipate the scenes, and compare how accurate it matches what I've pictured. I like to do that. Even though half the time I'm disappointed. But come on. You can't compare books to the movies! The whole book can't possibly be compressed in 2 hours! All the small details that make up for the amazing story is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the roof terrace and it was really nice. I can just imagine what it'd be like at night with everything lighted! Or when the sun's setting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Rachel J is really scary... I was talking to her on MSN for a while. And she has this freaky wink. It's of one stick figure smashing the head of this other stick figure and blood's splattering everywhere. Scary shit. She scares me sometimes you know! She and her &lt;em&gt;dark &lt;/em&gt;ways... Was telling Huiyun this. Guys will love to woo her, since she's gonna be all cold and nonchalant.. And instead of keeping them away, will keep them coming back for more. Aw man. Guys are so strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rightt. Somebody wants some recognition. You know the 90yo virgin thing? Credits go to Zai for thinking that up. (Like so whatever right? But I'm being nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I've got to go now. In Siti's words, "Singapore Idol is calling me". This will be my first time catching it! I'm not trying to be "cool" for not watching it. It's just that, it slips my mind each time! Okay, fine so most of the time I don't even know when it's aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then. Let's see what's all the fuss about. Ciao babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114916523206344601?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114916523206344601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114916523206344601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114916523206344601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114916523206344601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/unvirginized.html' title='Unvirginized!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114909744002700484</id><published>2006-06-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:37:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About time to drop it like it's hot...?</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired (not physically) and irritated and really confused and I hate this. Argh. Whatever. Not. Gonna. Bother. It'll just be a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, today went along pretty well. Let's see before an hour ago at least when I started to.. yeah. Had Chem from 1030-1200. It was okay, I suppose. Though I've missed tons of Chem periods but it was still okay and catch-able. Sat beside Rachel and she thinks I'm strange. Diana thinks I'm bizzare. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chem, headed for Parkway with Huiyun. Had lunch and it was off browsing around! Yay. Too bad I didn't have cash on me. ): But all was still good. U2 to Esprit to Dorothy Perkins to Topshop. Psychoed her to try on a whole outfit at Dorothy Perkins. I love doing this, choosing stuff for people and pushing them to the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, bumped into a couple of Sec 3s and it turns out, they got third for the Captain's Ball competition held at VS! Woohoo! Way to go girls! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, Huiyun got this funky white bracelet from Topshop. Walked and looked around some more. When we were at Adidas, she saw a shoebag that costs the same as the bracelet and was all huffy about how she'd rather get the &lt;em&gt;shoebag&lt;/em&gt;. Omg, weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we are so gonna get that Rusty handbag in different colours! Loves! It's gorrrrrrgeousssss!&lt;br /&gt;OHYES! Huiyun bought me a little something! Thanks for the Adidas handbag babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this really pretty pair of black velvet heels. Thirysevenbucks. I wantttt! I need shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around some more, she left while I waited for Najib and Mud. Cabbed to Mud's where we just chilled.. Mud strummed a couple of songs, complaining that no one's singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for 42 to arrive, my sister called (MIA for 4 monthsplusplus)&lt;/em&gt; and suggested we "hang out". Went home, bathed changed and out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Pastamania for dinner, and man it was bad. Strange enough, it was the Italian soda and the dessert that I enjoyed. Mmmm.. The tiramisu and that strawberry thing's delicious. Boycotting their pastas. Hello. The sauce is not even creamy! It's so diluted it's like soup! Do they not know how to make pasta. Even I can do a better job. With the amazing Prego of course. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javaaaaaaa chipppppp! I'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister insisted on getting coffee from Mc Cafe cos she insists they taste better than Starbucks. Go figure. She and her need to not conform. Sheesh. So anw, the guy at Mc Cafe. Sucha fag! No, serious! He made the drink with such effort! It got to the extent that it's completely hilarious. Even to drizzle cocoa powder on top, he did it with so much concentration! His eyebrows were knitted! Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stifle my laughter. I'll bet my face turned a stupid shade cos I was about to burst anytime! I couldnt take it anymore and walked out laughing to myself. It was fuckin' funny. A bunch of Mats were outside, so I probably looked like a complete fool to them, looking in while laughing out loud. But then again, they're mats, so who gives a hoot, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of him was "Okay, a requirement/expectation: a cute barista.". He opened his mouth and I'm like "Gay. Shit.". HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this means things are fine between us now? Yeah, I guess so. I'm used to her out of no where hiatuses by now. That's just her. She's sleeping now. Okay, fine. I missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; telling me Marissa's dying! First it was Fairuz minutes before the Malay Olevel paper, LOL. Then it's Rachel during Chem. Now my sister. The world's mocking me for having not watched it yet. :/ Pissers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know. Now please, thankyouverymuch. It's frustrating to think about it. Talked about it with Mud just now, and. I don't know. What am I to do?! In VS Out. He just left the conversation ambigously! ): I'm stuck, help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure about.. though. I don't know. I don't know! Ugh. Ohmygosh. I don't fuckin' know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this yeah? Ciao babes. I still feel like shit though. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114909744002700484?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114909744002700484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114909744002700484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114909744002700484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114909744002700484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/06/about-time-to-drop-it-like-its-hot.html' title='About time to drop it like it&apos;s hot...?'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114900615569702732</id><published>2006-05-31T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:34:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not one to stand here, cross my arms and judge</title><content type='html'>This is so depressing. I was just about to click "Publish post" when the IE Error report thing appeared. (I only use IE to blog so I can use the keyboard shortcuts) Second time I'm using this expression, this time with the additional 3 syllables, to show my utmost displeasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNNCCB!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I overdramatic? Not really right. Well, I've certainly been &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt;dramatic with reference to several things I've come to know about. I'm not sure how to react sometimes. It's just hard. To manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, it was a nice time spent with J after Emath (which I came 3omins late and that was when I cabbed halfway). Pored over a couple of issues over peanut dumplings! At the tau huey shop near our school. Wow. It fuggin' rocks btw. And hey! There's air con to boot! Can't help but to reminisce about all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times! &lt;3&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silly girl here, has been keeping me in suspense since last last night! Why is everyone torturing me this way! Is it &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; amusing to watch me suffer! It's one helluva habit, that all you folks have to dump. It's bad for the health. &lt;em&gt;Really. &lt;/em&gt;Hello, I'm dying here, can't you see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fab combination of good talk&amp;laughter&amp;amp;squeals&amp;gushings&amp;amp;mad fun. The air was buzzing with so much excitement, I half thought I was gonna pull a TomCruiseonOprah! No, of cos I didn't, what you insane!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girlfriends rock! &lt;&lt;/strong&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those who have to suck in all my girls-rock-boys-suck comments. It's just a phase. Let's hope so. I don't wanna be a 90 year old virgin! Omg, hell no! I'd just die! Ugh. Just the thought of it. Appalling, I'll tell you that! Ew. Yuck. Gross. Noooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to feel 100% girl. It's these simple things (like feeling so girly/bimbo) that make you smile the rest of the day. Not that I've ever felt like a guy before. &lt;s&gt;Or maybe I have. With the guys where they'd forget for a moment that &lt;em&gt;oh you know&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a girl. And start with their guy talk which can get rude and offensive sometimes! Like the &lt;em&gt;dum-dum-dum&lt;/em&gt; thing! But no lah. I still love you guys anyway. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to "I live my life for you" by Firehouse. I asked Mud to send me. While listening to this song, a &lt;em&gt;kaleidoscope &lt;/em&gt;of memories flashes by. (Shez was so fond of using that word in her famous flashback compos back in primary school!) Slow rock's good. No doubt the lyrics can get a bit too cheesy/corny. But hey, when you're in "the mood", it's precisely these cheesy/corny stuff that will suffice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I'm beginning to think that the way you blog is so.. Well, it makes you sound &lt;em&gt;arrogant&lt;/em&gt;. Like as if you're so full of yourself and the whole world's below you. You're not that great, omg please. I don't know. It's just. Perplexing. (Wah, big word! Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;you! &lt;/em&gt;Whoa. Now &lt;em&gt;that's &lt;/em&gt;a really sticky situation. I'm at a loss what to do. I think I should just wait it out and let things unfold itself? I'm not one to fight and compete when it's about.. I'd prefer to just hide back behind the shadows and wait out till it's my turn. I guess I'm giving/gutless in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my being overdramatic? Apparently, the camera caught me donning on a perfect eyebrows up, eyes wide, mouth a perfect "O" expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/400/overdramatic.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soya bean spilled &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! Compare my reaction to J's! Lol. Okay. So I am&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a &lt;em&gt;tad &lt;/em&gt;dramatic. No biggie, there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... still feel kind of disappointed that you can't bring yourself to tell me. I'm not gonna judge you. I won't. Why should I!? I'm not that narrowed. Do open up. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To borrow a few lines from Sugababes' "Follow me home". &lt;em&gt;Sometimes life it drags you down and plays you like a fool. Makes you feel so empty sometimes It can be so cruel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114900615569702732?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114900615569702732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114900615569702732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114900615569702732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114900615569702732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-not-one-to-stand-here-cross-my-arms.html' title='I&apos;m not one to stand here, cross my arms and judge'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114891036147110410</id><published>2006-05-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:07:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing suggestions!</title><content type='html'>Malay O's today was... better than expected, I shall say. Let's leave it at that okay? Cos I totally do not want to think about it. Say retake baybeh! REEEEEEEETAAAAAAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti has this weird obsession with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow vehicles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! How strange is that! Bizzareness. She'd suddenly go "Omg see! Another yellow car! And another one! OMG!" while walking out to the bus stop. The weird friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Was told something really rather disturbing today. ): Not sure I'm too keen on the idea. You really shouldn't have told me! It's bothersome. It's been on my mind since y'know! Oh thanks woman. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had to blow off going to town with Siti and J just now cos of my all-of-a-sudden-out-of-no-fuckin'-where stomach ache. Pisser, you darn tummy. Why so weird one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! For those of you speculating your friggin' mind away, the 27th May post? I was talking about a &lt;em&gt;girl &lt;/em&gt;friend of mine. Sheesh. So I sounded affectionate. Well, I miss her a lot okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and correction. The previous post? I was talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Talan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Not &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dieter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;- he's the nice one) Aye, one confused chick here. They look kinda similar right! More &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; news! Did you know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alex M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s releasing an album soon! Like whoa. See what a reality series can do! Heard two of her songs on her MySpace account. They seem pretty radio-friendly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really liked her in the series though. An easy-to-dislike character, well at least the way they portray her in LB. Plus she's always been such a biatch to poor&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jessica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Stupitch. (Oh btw, this word was created by complete accident! How cool's that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the more important stuff now! Like photos! Of the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stephen Coletti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/stephen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/stephen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2653/1325/320/stephen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sucks in air* Oh wow. God sent. Seriously. With that, I bid cha goodbye. Tee vee time! Yay. Ciao babes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14590776-114891036147110410?l=dontfakeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/feeds/114891036147110410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14590776&amp;postID=114891036147110410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114891036147110410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14590776/posts/default/114891036147110410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontfakeit.blogspot.com/2006/05/disturbing-suggestions.html' title='Disturbing suggestions!'/><author><name>Huda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203618532449965089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b290/whitechoclatte/28-01-07_0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14590776.post-114875404135543593</id><published>2006-05-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T02:43:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faizah rocks like no other rocker! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;DOES THIS LAYOUT ROCK OR WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this would not have been possible without dearest Faizah! I love you girl! Whee! It's one something and I'm doing this. Can I get any more retarded! (No, don't answer, please.) Anyway, Faizah=Love. Really! She's been doing this for me since last year July! Lol. Tolerating my fussiness and all that. Yay. I lup you, you lup me, kiter semue kering! (Courtesy of Shez!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been asking around, asking people to describe me, since I'm gonna change the self intro part too. Quite "hmmm" inducing! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today has been an alright day. Reasonably good, considering all I did was pretty much rot like a dead being right here at home. Which is surprisingly, a nice change! Lol. I should heed Adib's advice man. My "abg besar" (big brother) even though he's only in Sec 3! How ironic is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Realise there's been lots of Malay usage! See! I'm totally working on it. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najib! I'm so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you! Don't think about &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;and convert all those thoughts to &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;okay! Good on ya! I can totally predict the future! You rock man. Seriously. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guys really. I've had enough of you people poking fun at my school! Okay, so my school's a tree and our houses are named after flowers. That is rather funny. But it like, does not make us Cedarians twigs or whatever okay! Enough of the &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wood school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jokes! HUH! You're a lighthouse, cos you're not bright enough naturally! Take that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I declared my love for Faizah? Yes? Well it's okay. Once more won't hurt! Here's a hug so tight it just squashed you cos I love you too much. Lol. Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; re-runs on MTV just now. And I swear, what Dieter said to Taylor was so fuckin' sweet. It sounded really sincere and honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny extract:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd compare you to the other girls, *pause, look away *trying* hard to look unsure and "unsettled" cos it
