<?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-12998901</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:41:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Reminisce ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114818642334169276</id><published>2006-05-21T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:40:23.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lori mana?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faddy has moved house permanently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://fingersdontfing.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and please update your links aight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cough. So much for hiatus. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114818642334169276?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114818642334169276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114818642334169276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/lori-mana.html' title='Lori mana?'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114756387892039747</id><published>2006-05-14T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:56:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, i thought today's a Monday.</title><content type='html'>[ Edited @ 9:20pm ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so anyway, i had lotsa fun camwhoring, studying and pretending to be artsy-fartsy today. I wanna file in my Maths worksheets which have to be handed up tomorrow, so i won't be updating properly. Sorry! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03401edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03405edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03409edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03416edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03417edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03421edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03434edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.. there's a million other pictures, but i'm really rushed for time :) So.. Good night readers! It's a new week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03396edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it! wahahha. Feeling worried after reading that &lt;a href="http://www.cmfaq.com/sha/project"&gt;Uncle Sha&lt;/a&gt;'s waist is 28, i straight away tried on the newly bought jeans again and am very proud to say that i am NOT a 29! wahaha. The waist is very loose actually, but the bum area is tight. It just runs in the family, i tell you. These big asses we all seem to have. Hahha.. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03398edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm off for a study date and perhaps we're watching the film "&lt;a href="http://www.singaporegaga.com"&gt;Singapore Gaga&lt;/a&gt;". It's held at The Arts House, thus the formal attire :P Aiyah actually i just needed a reason to wear the new blouse i just acquired from the &lt;a href="http://anzkecique.multiply.com"&gt;bestycouzy&lt;/a&gt; lahh. Tehehe.. Anyway i plan to get that pair of flats at Bugis later today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baju baru, seluar baru, beg baru, rambot baru, ear ring baru, kening baru, perfume baru (Bvlgari, you! Courtesy of the neighbour) and kejap lagi kasot baru.. Macam hari raya lah!&lt;/span&gt; wakkakakak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious tone, what i really need now is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; - attitude &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suka datang sekolah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suka buat homework&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suka belajarrr&lt;/span&gt;. Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/05/14/hijab/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/PMRamblingswhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something i found :) Religion related, btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114756387892039747?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114756387892039747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114756387892039747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/again-i-thought-todays-monday.html' title='Again, i thought today&apos;s a Monday.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114753354519048754</id><published>2006-05-13T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:19:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grannies :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03395edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the fact that Daddy got the company lorry for the week, as with it, we could travel here and there like nobody's business. I mean, we did travel a bit without the lorry, but usually we end up planning but not doing due to the hassle of having to go up/down MRTs, busses or the hardship of having to flag taxis under the blazing sun or the pouring rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to the fact that Singapore's public transport is one of the best in the world, i grant you the right to call me lazy. Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/khakee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent 3hrs on the edge of my seat today, watching the above Hindi movie, titled &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/khakee/about.php"&gt;Khakee&lt;/a&gt;, which by now i have placed as one of my favourite Hindi movies. Which prolly says alot, since the only few Hindi movies that got onto my list are the likes of classics such as "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai" and "Kal Ho Naa Ho".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like i'm an avid Hindi movie watcher, of course. (Meaning i only watch when some relative/friend pops the Vcds into the player, or when Vasantham Central kindly screens them.) So i guess i've not much to compare Khakee with. But hell, if it could make me bathe in 5 mins, i guess it gets my vote (I usually take 20 - 30 mins). Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, went to Grannies for a small Mother's Day celebration, which was.. kinda boring. Except when the whole group of us were laughing whilst watching "&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/My_Name_Is_Earl"&gt;My Name Is Earl&lt;/a&gt;". That show is darn hilarious, i tell ya :) 1030pm on Saturdays, Channel 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114753354519048754?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114753354519048754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114753354519048754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/grannies.html' title='Grannies :)'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114749372222942276</id><published>2006-05-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:15:22.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faddy's so fat!</title><content type='html'>I ate like tons of stuff today man, seriously. You know some people, after eating, their stomach will like expand temporarily to store all the incoming food before digesting it properly, where it then shrinks back to normal size (thats my explanation lah)? Well, i am one of those people *looks at tummy* :( Booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03380edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my cousin &lt;a href="http://anzkecique.multiply.com"&gt;Anz&lt;/a&gt; as well as Win again, since they asked me along when they heard i needed to go shopping. Feeling indebted to their generosity, i told them to starve the whole day and eat only when i join them in the evening as i wanted to treat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03378edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all places at Arab Street (like Cafe Samar, ZamZam or Hajar Maimunah), they chose.... Banquet. Like aiyoh, so not special man. Haha. But it proved to be quite a good choice la, as Banquet offers so much variety of food. Furthermore, Anz's mummy was working there so we had discounts all around. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save sikit duit Faddy&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03381edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after shushing our then-grumbling tummies, we headed out back into the cold night where we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chill chill baby&lt;/span&gt; (quoted from Anz) by the roadside, just letting time pass by us whilst we waited for our super-full stomachs to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh i want to ride that air-balloon can?! So cool kan! I thought these kinda things can only be found in countries where there are lots of open spaces, so imagine my joy when Win pointed it out to us. Yay yay! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; ride that someday! Anyone knows how much a ride costs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03382edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by around 8pm, Win left us to get to a chalet, where Anz i and then embarked on our shopping spree! Wehoo! I managed to get myself a YGDA jeans (wahaha Levis copycat), earrings and when i was jusssstt about to get myself a pair of very nice flats, the mum called me up and said she was already waiting at the traffic light. Pooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok before we start on why the mum was waiting there, i want to complain that i am using a size 29! Like omg! Haha.. Die sia like that. But the shopkeeper and Anz consoled me by saying that the YGDA jeans' cutting is super small. Haiyo! Blame my big ass, cuz the waist was kinda loose. Urgh! -ok you can mock me all you want, i dun care -  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03393edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family was outside waiting in Daddy's lorry as we were supposed to go for a family dinner to celebrate Mothers' Day as well as my parents' 21st Wedding Anniversary :) The choice of place was, as you can see in the picture, Lau Pa Sat, as it had been years since we last went there. Anyway, i realised that most of the peeps eating at that time were Malays? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03390edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Satay and Seafood :) So typically LauPaSat-ish.. Haha.. I have to say everything was super delicious EXCEPT for the stingray, of which there was like NO meat la, only the skin and the bones. Like wtf man. I glanced at the other tables, and found their stingrays to be more or less of the same condition also. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ape?&lt;/span&gt; Stingrays all on hunger strike isit? So not worth the money :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03389edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ah my Dad? I was like taking photos, and was asking him to smile. At first he didnt want to, then once i started whining, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah amek kau&lt;/span&gt;! ahahaha.. Yuuup, so after eating we walked abit, then sent Anz home and then reached our own home at approximately 11:55 pm. Super tiring and filling day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03385edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hugs-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114749372222942276?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114749372222942276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114749372222942276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/faddys-so-fat.html' title='Faddy&apos;s so fat!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114733722493646223</id><published>2006-05-11T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:02:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/05/11/an-advice"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/PMPrivatewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03375edite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning and there was already a dramatic start to the day. I was happily walking to the bus stop when i noticed that everyone was staring in the same direction. So i too, being the typical Singaporean, succumbed to my curious feelings (aka Kponess) and saw two females of the same size rolling around on the grass, pulling each others' hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought that it was a catfight (so exciting!), but upon closer inspection, i realised that it was actually a Mother - Daughter pair, since one was a middle-aged woman and the other was a girl wearing a secondary school uniform. Upon knowing their relationship, i felt quite sad and disheartened, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought it as embarassing, to squabble with one's parents in a public location, what more rolling around on the grass fighting (rolling around laughing is good though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing for the parent, to have strangers know he/she does not have the capabilities to handle his/her child. Embarassing for the child, as he/she will usually be deemed to be the "rude" one and the one who is in the wrong. So in any case, it is a lose-lose situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the pair fight and having to be pried apart by a pair of strangers who were kind enough to stop their car by the roadside (all the bystanders at the busstop were just staring. So horrible!), made me so afraid of having children! What if my child grows up and acts like that? Aiyoh it will be so heart wrenching, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03374edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after looking at baby pictures like the above, blogs like &lt;a href="http://www.izadnhana.com/movabletype/unnamed/"&gt;Aniq's&lt;/a&gt; and watching videos like &lt;a href="http://www.cmfaq.com/sha/project/?p=514"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; made me sooo want a child (or two, actually) once i have a career and get married :) Hohohoho. Yada yada i know i'm like only 18 (ok sooonnn) but i have a couple of friends who want to get hitched officially by the time they reach 21. That's only 3 years away sia! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my ideal marrying age would be once i reach 24 - 25. That would leave me enough time to graduate from University, build up a steady career for myself and to be financially ready :) Heh. Of course like they say, all we humans can do is plan, but in the end, God determines. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengok jodoh lah tuuu.&lt;/span&gt; Wahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03373edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that my future family will be quite close knit like mine, or as super close as Peah's and not like many of the families these days of which the basic family structure has totally ceased to exist. InsyaAllah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03376edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining damn heavily right now, with blinding lightning and deafening thunder. Truth be told, i feel quite threatened and my heartbeat's racing, so imma sneak under the covers of my blankie :) Have a good (long) weekend, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before i forget, the brother (&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/artzee/"&gt;Fauzi&lt;/a&gt;) and i spent an hour last night singing our heart's contents to the Raihan songs like we used to do when the both of us were still in primary school. Heh. I miss those days, and with him banging the table and I singing gracefully (wahaha) last night, i was transferred back in time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114733722493646223?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114733722493646223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114733722493646223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-babies.html' title='I want babies!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114727254420180435</id><published>2006-05-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:03:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't skip PE today!</title><content type='html'>Surprising, isn't it? Haha. Anyway half the class joined forces, abandoned all the normal "sports" games and instead played childhood games like "Iceman", "Mother Hen" and "Pepsi Cola 1 2 3". Wahaha. If only there was a camera, i would gladly take pics of us cackling like mad idiots whilst the J1s looked at us as if we were retards :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I bet they're just jealous, those deprived of childhood people! Hohoho :P (Im just consoling myself here, so humour me please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03361edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the running around made me so tired, so much so that i dozed off on a crowded bus in the above manner. Haiyoyoyo! Super-embarrasing.com! But i guess it wasn't that bad, since this huge guy sat beside me, so most prolly he covered up most of my itsy bitsy (cute) body from view :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03365editedi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after bathing/changing/praying/eating at home, i hustled out again to stop myself from getting distracted by temptations such as the computer, tv and bed. Got so much homework to do man, cannot be lying around all day or nothing will be done (which is the norm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03369edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt; was my partner-in-crime when it comes to studying after school. Usually we end up talking quite a lot, but even so, my work will always get done. So all's good :) I managed to complete 2 of my (way overdued) essays as well as my 64 Economics MCQs before i blogged this entry, so hurrah for Faddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03367edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I met &lt;a href="http://simple-kinda-lyf.blogspot.com"&gt;Izyan&lt;/a&gt;, an old classmate from Higher Malay Classes back in '04 (cedebah don't i sound old saying this hehe). Seems to me that even though we spent 4 years in the same HML classes, we didn't really talk. It's weird, that most of the HML students talk more to each other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; graduating. Oh wells -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03368edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love &lt;a href="http://www.raihan.com.my"&gt;Raihan&lt;/a&gt;? I was itching to listen to their songs once again and with my retro cassette tapes all growing fungi, i couldn't, that is until Irah lent me her Cd copy! Yahoooo! Thanks babe! Along with Raihan, i have a huge liking for Hijjaz songs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but i don't really favour the new Nasyid bands that crop up these days. They all sound similar to each other, like they don't have distinct sounds like that la :/ Boring~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight to end off this entry where i can finally roll on my bed, here's a picture of my brudda in his most handsomest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03371edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you don't get nightmares from the above. Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ps i took one pic in that exact pose too, but i look 1 000 x uglier. So you just imagine lah hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dimulakan dengan Bismillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disudahi dengan Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Begitulah sehari dalam hidup kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mudah-mudahan dirahmati Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114727254420180435?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114727254420180435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114727254420180435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-didnt-skip-pe-today.html' title='I didn&apos;t skip PE today!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114716439293864614</id><published>2006-05-09T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:00:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, we have a problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03360edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh Fad! Your blog got pictures isit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DUH! Haha.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every&lt;/span&gt; entry got alot lah, at least 1. Why you think i keep taking photos with my hp everywhere i go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But i can't seem to see any pictures at all you know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Anyone else has the same problem please raise up your hand! Since i'm still tinkering with my template, might as well try to source out what's the root of the problem. Fyi, there's a picture at the beginning of this entry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Edited : Yessah! I've managed to fix the problem, at least according to the person who complained above :) Anyone else got problem please tell me hor! ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114716439293864614?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114716439293864614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114716439293864614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston, we have a problem.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114709979980716692</id><published>2006-05-08T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:59:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knackered.</title><content type='html'>How? Nice or not my new template nicknamed "Fadzilla 2.0"? Wahahha! The main picture you see above is actually edited by my brother, &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/artzee/"&gt;Fauzi&lt;/a&gt;, who apparently has forgotten that he has a mid-year test tomorrow and instead of mugging, spent time editing the picture for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm kinda knackered so this will be a short entry before i jump into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03348edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Ang Bow arrangement has been there since forever, but it was only just now did Dana pointed it out to us. Kinda amazing isn't it, to know that so many teachers have been entering the room but noone has seen it yet? haha.. We shall see how long it lasts on the window panes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03356edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was on the way home, i bumped into Pe'ah at Boon Lay interchange. Since she mentioned that she was on the way to get shoes alone,  i decided to be chivalrous and accompanied her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was a very chop-chop affair, or else i'd prolly end up dead on the floor of the shopping mall. Have no idea why my eyelids are so darn heavy tonight man :/ Goodnight readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114709979980716692?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114709979980716692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114709979980716692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/knackered.html' title='Knackered.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114701890664227186</id><published>2006-05-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:25:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Claus.</title><content type='html'>The Mum came home a few minutes ago bearing two gifts for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03345edoyed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The check for $500, my bursary money. Hohoho! Thereotically it's not her who's giving me the money la but she was the messenger of the good news. So yeah happy that i finally have the money to pay off my escalating debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03346edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) As she had gone for a High-Tea event just now which had performances by Khairil Yusoff and Taufik Batisah etc, she managed to get Khairil to sign a poster for me since she knows i like him alot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;("Eh ibu kiut eh dia? Eh ibu eh? Tu ah your future menantu! Wakakkaa!")&lt;/span&gt;. Somebody slap me la :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly she couldnt be bothered to queue amongst the throngs of makcik-makciks who wanted a photo/signature of Taufik. Oh welllsss~ I am contented enough with one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114701890664227186?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114701890664227186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114701890664227186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/mummy-claus.html' title='Mummy Claus.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114693185786565797</id><published>2006-05-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:26:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh got miss me not?</title><content type='html'>Before i begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03342edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahah! The &lt;a href="http://anzkecique.multiply.com"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt; just keep making me wear her stuff la. Some works, some don't and i don't think big hoop earrings are one of those which work :) I'm just so not used to it larhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, I felt so weird not blogging anything yesterday, so i guess this post will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; long so as to make up for it. Not that i'm complaining of course, cuz i had a ball of a time the past 2 days, so much so that i keep thinking that tomorrow's Monday. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In case you're wondering whats the linkage, its because i usually have so much fun on weekends, so by having so much fun on last Friday, its like my Friday is my Saturday, and Saturday is Sunday, and thus tomorrow is like Monday!) Ada fahaaam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03298edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall begin with Friday morning! Since i woke up too late for school (thanks to the syiok morning downpour), i decided to just forgo it and do my own studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called up Pe'ah who incidentally didn't go to school too, cuz her granddaddy wasn't feeling well. But since he was feeling better by that time, she decided to join me in my quest for knowledge (cedebah!) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03293edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Coast Park's McCafe was our destination and being in that place reminded me so much of the past buuutttt i got over it after a few wistful moments (yay to Faddy). After a while, we both totally forgot about each other's presence and were interwined in our books for around 3 hours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe'ah, in her Maths revision and Faddy, in her Econs revision. It seems to me that everytime we're studying together, she's always doing Maths and I, Econs. Hohoho. No wonder we're both passing the two subjects respectively, but failing all the rest. Wakaka. Jialat eh like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03296edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway later on, we headed back to mainland since i had another studying date with RhinoPig and she had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; date with her boyfriend, Muiz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hello Muiz!)&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really thankful that i keep in quite close contact with this grrlfriend of mine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pretty ladies can actually make a fool outta herself while still looking pretty i ask you? Not many, and apparently Peah is one of the lucky few :) Btw, the above yellow line and caption ("Of cuz! We're sisters! *Rockhand gesture*) was by her laaaa. That lamequack! We were laughing throughout the busride home i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03313edited2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said byebye to Peah, and ended up right smack between the &lt;a href="http://cherrybluelips.blogspot.com"&gt;Pig&lt;/a&gt; and Rhino. It's been a bloody long time since i've met up with them and the meeting was very refreshing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhino kept on singing in that bloody out-of-tune voice of hers (I recorded a video but she'll prolly kill me if i load it up) and Piggy was busy scribbing 3 paged essays on Death :/ How sadistic, ey? Anyway the essay was so cheem that i couldn't even get pass the first essay without asking for the meaning of at least 3 words. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, i had fun and am hoping that we'd meet up again sometime soon and this time, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be studying instead of reading a storybook (i was sick of studying since i had already studied with Peah in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Faddy doesn't have a long studying time span la. I get listless very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03319edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by 6pm i left the zoo and headed off to Tampines, where i finally met up with my bestest cousin, &lt;a href="http://anzkecique.multiply.com"&gt;Anz&lt;/a&gt;! It was a truly happy moment that when i saw her i wanted to give her a huuuuge hug but her friend had to spoil the moment by being there. Eh hello i got face ok? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03321edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from 7pm (the time we met) to 12am, we chilled at Century's Square Coffeebean, talking NON-STOP (i am not exagerrating here) about our lives thus far. So long since we last met what, confirm so many things to share about. We laughed and cried and *****ed all night long hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cousin of mine hor, she's very the popular at her turf. Every 10 mins, confirm plus chop some random person will shout out her name or tap her. It's like all the Mats and Minahs at Tampines are either her primary / secondary / ite / under the block / internet / etc mates. haha. Super high profiler, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03320edted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, we decided to call up another cousin of mine, Kak Lili, cuz it was aeons ago since we last met her. Even though she could only spare us 30 minutes as she just came back from work and had to go to work again in a while, she still made time to chill with us. How sweet right? Haha.. I miss her la. Hopefully one day we can properly hang out together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03325edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by 12am Anz and I were left by ourselves and Coffeebean had shooed us away. As to us the night was still young and we didn't want to disturb her family by yakking all night long, we headed to some empty space behind Century Square and sat there, talking somemore. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i finally was able to meet up with her boyfriend, Wiwin :) He's a very nice easygoing and not to mention hot guy and i look forward to going on double-dates soon hahaha.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tunggu eh Anz, i go find replacement first&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everytime my cousin and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh tired ah my mouth. Let's rest for awhile!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll end up keeping quiet for 5 seconds and one of us will start talking again, cuz it's just so weird to not talk, you know? Hahhaa.. Oh well -shrugs- So by 2am we were already back at her crib. That makes it roughly 7 hours of talking! Any idea if we broke any records? Wakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03331edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we woke up to an empty house as all the adults in her family were out voting (What's with all the adults saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't tell you my vote la! It's confidential!"&lt;/span&gt;). For a while we rolled about on the mattress, playing cards, talking somemore and then we decided to play barbie-doll with my hair. haha. Funny stuff, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03339edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 4pm we left Tampines and headed back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; turf, Boon Lay! After she met up with the Mumsy for a while, we headed back to Jurong Point where after buying Mumsy a Mothers' Day gift at Charles and Keith, we let our butts rest at Coffeebean. Again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03344edired.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, Wiwin joined us again halfway as he had just finished playing soccer with his NS-mates. I don't understand why NS guys, after seeing each other 24 hours a day and 5 days a week, will still wanna see each other on their only 2 off days?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah buang tebiat?!&lt;/span&gt; Haha.. Maybe it's a guy-guy thing and women just don't get it ey? ahhaha. Ok maybe just me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03340edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo yup, that's the summarisation of my past two days, and trust me, if you felt that i was having a ball of a time, you're wrong, cuz i had waaaaayyy more fun then you could imagine i was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, readers! Faddy is going to read the book &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/angels_demons/reviews.html"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/a&gt; again, just to gear herself for the upcoming movie, The DaVinci Code. Wakaka. Hopefully the rating is NC16 la. If it's M18 i'll just start crying man :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114693185786565797?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114693185786565797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114693185786565797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/eh-got-miss-me-not.html' title='Eh got miss me not?'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114673208229398000</id><published>2006-05-04T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:27:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Hell!</title><content type='html'>My iPod freaking died on me &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/roar.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;. And its not even 3 months after the last incident! No, seriously, what the hell? I take care of that bloody piece of gadget like it was my own baby and this is what i get? ROAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to lodge a complain man. Like who the hell likes to travel to bloody Yio Chu Kang from Boon Lay, i ask you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/monochromania.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i had other important things to divert my attention to for the whole afternoon, like wrapping up the template for our &lt;a href="http://monochromania.blogspot.com"&gt;Pesta Peti Putih's blog&lt;/a&gt;. As for now, it's still considered a draft 1 until the director and his team approve it but so far i'm quite happy with what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt; for helping me out with the css! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/rallymecca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Shankar, the GP tutor, has made it compulsory for each and every student in his class (that includes yours truly) to attend at least 1 rally. Considering that the last of the rallies will be held tomorrow, i guess i die die must make time tomorrow to attend one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't look forward to going (i fine it rather exciting, on the contrary), but the prospect of having to travel at least 2 hours (to and fro) since all the rallies are held in the north or east area, makes me feel very lazy lah. 2 hours is a lot of time okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sift out liars, Mr Shankar announced that he would need photographic evidence that we did attend the rally. You reckon he'll fall for the following picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/rallyfaddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he does, then i think he should get new pair of spectacles man :) And oh my, i didn't realise my photoshopping skills are in such a dire state. This is rather pathetic haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please let the Workers' Party hold their rally at &lt;s&gt;Choa Chu Kang&lt;/s&gt; somewhere nearer tomorrow cuz i super lazy want to travel far far! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114673208229398000?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114673208229398000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114673208229398000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/bloody-hell.html' title='Bloody Hell!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114666977311576541</id><published>2006-05-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:28:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i just feel like giving up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03281edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate hate hatteeeee studying when in the end, when i try out questions in the Ten Year Series or something, i cant even get half the questions right. Makes me feel like might as well i don't study and just write all "C"s or something, cuz sure will get at least 25% correct. BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03290edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with these two buggers today and even managed to get the homeworks completed :) Was about to write a long entry, but the mum is like nagging at me right now, so i'm not really in the mood. Hmm.. one highlite though (all in jest, so don't start hate tagging me or anything.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FADDY! You're so slow! I think threading your eyebrows really make you stupid lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! haha So from that i can infer that all the minahs with no eyebrows at all are stupid lah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hahaha! Can say ah, but how do you account for the minahs in the university all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. Maybe they never shave their hairs in other parts of their bodies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wahahahha! Gross la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in jest! heh. Anyway, thanks &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt; for the Spinelli treat :) And a shoutout to &lt;a href="http://pleaseshootmeseriously.blogspot.com"&gt;*ain&lt;/a&gt; who approached me when she saw me teeheeeheee. If i were to see you first i'd prolly hide somewhere cuz i malu like that wakakka :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114666977311576541?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114666977311576541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114666977311576541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114656963738390242</id><published>2006-05-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:28:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought today was Monday.</title><content type='html'>And so i happily packed my school stuff as per Monday's time table, only to realise my mistake after i went down the stairs. Buhhhh had to rush back up and chase after the bus so that i won't be late :/ Bad start to the day ey? Haha. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was infested with talk of the elections and politics. Actually right, quite fun ey. Haha. We made some funny comments regarding the people standing for the elections, but i'm afraid i can't share em here, as blog censorship is quite rampant these days :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i can write, however, is that i may be going to a Worker's Party rally one of these days. Wakakka. Anyone wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03271edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt;'s date with me was cancelled due to some unforeseen circumstances, i decided to tag along the above trio in their shopping spree at Jurong Point. Hohoho it was quite fun really, what with &lt;a href="http://hecticworld.wordpress.com"&gt;Ady&lt;/a&gt; and his perasan and vainpotism, Arghmad with his cute slang and obsession with avoiding my camera as well as Rhino and her.. erm.. as well as Rhino. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03272edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03272edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we went for dessert at Swensens, having long chats about nonsensical stuff. I ate the Sticky Chewy ice cream which i felt was the best ice cream that Swensens have to offer whilst Arghmad ate the worst ice cream ever created, Pistachio Almond! -pukes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Background Noise of Arghmad shouting "HEY its an acquired taste ok!") Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i ever stepped foot in Swensens and ate Sticky Chewy ice cream after my break up. Hoho. I was reluctant to do so for the past few months as it had been the most frequent hangout that Faris and I go to (as he was an ice cream freak) and Sticky Chewy was our fav ice cream to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh welllss, the fact that i managed to enter it today and managed to feel not that emo, shows alot ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03276edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi &lt;a href="http://cherrybluelips.blogspot.com"&gt;pig&lt;/a&gt; did you get my sms or not? Bitchy sia dono how to reply! :/ Anyways im sorry that this entry is rather slipshod, cuz i have to catch a nap before studying for an Economics MCQ test to be conducted tomorrow. Goodnight readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114656963738390242?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114656963738390242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114656963738390242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thought-today-was-monday.html' title='I thought today was Monday.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114647096596084314</id><published>2006-05-01T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:29:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back? [Edited at the end hor!!]</title><content type='html'>Nyeah! As you people have prolly guessed by reading the tagboard, i didn't manage to get back in time for the Pig's birthday party. In fact, i just reached home half an hour ago. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family decided to stay over as the road back to Singapore was damn packed last night. In the first place, we were late in reaching Johore as the mummy wanted to try a different bus route,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03248edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, as you can read from the above caption, left me reeling mad. Sigh. I mean not only did i have to sit for 2++ hours on the bus which went into mini-towns and whatnot, but i had to endure holding in my poop. Which was bad, y'all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03249edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all bad feelings (and feelings of wanting to poop) disappeared once we reached Danga Bay, a good 3 hours later. Initially we wanted to eat Seafood but since it was slightly drizzling and the stall by the sea did not have tables equipped with umbrellas, we had to settle dining at the huge foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla it wasn't such a bad situation since we finally managed to savour satay! hahaha.. Syiok man. Daddykins bought about 15 Chicken satay and 15 Beef satay and not one stick was left by the end of the day. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03258edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we went shopping at City Square, we checked in at Seri Malaysia, a 3star hotel. After staying at mostly 5stars hotels everytime we go on holidays, i was quite disappointed by the lack of facilities available. They had no pool (table/swimming)! Like omg~ Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, i guess it was rather worth it la. I mean we paid only S$75 for quite a huge room with 2 beds and breakfast for 5. That makes it S$15 for each of us. So if you're looking for a room for simple lodging, Seri Malaysia is the hotel for you. It's located just behind Larkin somemore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03253edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03253edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho thats us posing with our new buys! Faddy got herself a polka dot Vans slip-on (although the design i really wanted had none with my size), Fauzi got himself red laces and a couple of shirts while Farhan got himself a Nike soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donolah my brothers have been going crazy over street soccer ever since they watched the &lt;a href="http://nikefootball.nike.com/nikefootball/siteshell/index.jsp"&gt;Joga Bonito videos&lt;/a&gt;. But hor, i also think the videos are quite cool so go check em out aight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and later during the night/early morning at rougly 4am whilst i was adjusting the temperature of the aircon, Fauzi suddenly spoke in his sleep, saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Terang! Gelap! Terang! Gelap! Terang! Gelap!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha. Sial ah i was shocked man. And he said it so loudly that even the parents woke up, where the 4 of us (Farhan sleeps like the dead) then had a good laugh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At 4 am&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. I find that cute, that's all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning we woke up at 8am, all famished and ready to gorge food. We headed down to the small dining place, only to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03262edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the~ Haha.. So we had to wait for around 10 minutes before the chefs brought out refills but even then, we were quite disappointed as they only served Nasi Lemak, Mee Goreng and Toast, while for drinks, all they had were teh susu, teh-o and plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we didn't have in quality, we ate in quantity! hahaha. Fuhyoo, surprisingly the food was rather nice (or maybe we were just famished) so we ate a huge amount of food. HUGE, i say. I think we finished up one whole loaf of bread la, amongst other things. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, so after breakfast, we headed back up and checked out a few hours later, where we headed home sweet home :) So here i am typing this.. Ok thats all about the johore trip.. now to other issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Faustesti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother finally realised why i look different 2 days after i threaded my brows, and this is what he has to say to me. Haiyoooo. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kakak minah! Kakak minah!"&lt;/span&gt; taunting has begun since then, and it still is continuing up till today i tell you. I shall give him a week more before i have to do sumthin about it. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03241edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tinkering around with my hair these days, trying to salvage what i can. I am happy to report that my hair's dry/frizzy condition has been improving since i used the Rejoice line (shampoo, conditioner and moisturiser) which Faris (the ex) recommended to me a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. I hope this improvement will continue so that one day i can finally go out with my hair let down! Wowweee! So exciting gitu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[ Edited @ 11:37 pm ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03269edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03269edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Pioneer Mall where i managed to get some last minute work done. YAY! And YAY also, to the fact that i have another new shirt! haha.. I'm sad to say that's the last new tshirt i can show off la. Got no more money to buy somemore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i so apologise for crushing your hopes that i've woken up and pamper myself for once. Haha. It's already late and i need to do my hw la. Can't be bothered with combing hair properly and stuff huhuhuhu. Ok im going to prepare for -sigh- school tomorrow :) Good night, pipsqueaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114647096596084314?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114647096596084314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114647096596084314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-whos-back-edited-at-end-hor.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back? [Edited at the end hor!!]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114637582537326136</id><published>2006-04-30T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:43:45.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off we go!</title><content type='html'>This might be the only entry for today as i don't think i'll have time to update tonight :) This is because in ten minutes my family will embark on a journey to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/map-johor.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha. Daddykins has heard enough whinings from the brothers and I that we've not gone out as a family unit for a long while, so since he did not have to work overtime today, he decided that we'll head over to Johore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the purpose is to shop, though i think chances are quite low. Boohoo. I wanna get new clothes la Mak! Oh well, nvm la whats important today is noone fights with each other and we just enjoy each others' company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i freaking pray that we'll get back by 8pm so i can zip over to the &lt;a href="http://cherrybluelips.blogspot.com"&gt;Pig&lt;/a&gt;'s Bday party. Mom reckons we will, so yeah, Dear God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puhleeeez&lt;/span&gt; lemme be back by 8 pm. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114637582537326136?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114637582537326136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114637582537326136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/off-we-go.html' title='Off we go!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114632787571415079</id><published>2006-04-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:01:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffeekim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03238edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's been a week or so that i've not met up with this brudda of mine and i finally got some time on my hands, i called &lt;a href="http://abstracts-of-life.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt; up and tadaaaaa we met :) The first intention was to get some studying done at Pioneer Mall's McDonalds, but in a twist of events, we ended up walking from the mall all the way to Jurong Point :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was soooo freaking tiring i tell you! We walked briskly for almost 20 mins and by the time we reached JP, we've pretty much stopped talking as our bodily fluids have dried up (from the initial conversations and mostly, the sweat we got from the briskwalking). I was kinda happy at the thought of losing some weight buttt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03236edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled ourselves at Coffeebean where Kimi treated me to a chocolate cake (i forgot the name but its only because the name contained like 5 freaking words la) while he got himself scones. So after filling myself up, with much guilt over the amount of calories im consuming of course, i took out my notes whilst Kimi took out his laptop and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03237edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! We ended up watching &lt;a href="http://houseofwaxmovie.warnerbros.com"&gt;House of Wax&lt;/a&gt;, which i initially thought was a shitty movie but  converted after Chad Murray stripped down to his jeans. But yeah, the story was kinda laggy at first but the second half was better and i even squeaked rather loudly at a point of time, much to the amusement of people sitting around us. Haha.. So embarrassing la :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03240edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching the movie, i managed to get some maths assignment done and after that we ended up talking for quite a long while. Ishhkk. The talk we had made me realise just how trouble-free and much more fun secondary school is. Sigh~ I miss those days, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I'm meeting my other sec school friends, RhinoPig and gang, tomorrow to celebrate the &lt;a href="http://cherrybluelips.blogspot.com"&gt;Pig&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday!! Yay!! It's been a long while and i'm so relieved they changed the location to pig's crib instead of Hard Rock Cafe as i am freaking broke right now haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight then, good night readers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114632787571415079?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114632787571415079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114632787571415079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/coffeekim.html' title='Coffeekim.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114622685605664797</id><published>2006-04-28T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:55:26.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In view of the upcoming elections.</title><content type='html'>No lah! I'm not going to blog some long story about which party is better etc cuz truth be told, i don't know anything (like i've mentioned before). Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i am going to do instead, is share a funny but true story which happened to Dana's Mommy's Friend who happened to be a volunteer assisting elderlies during the elections a couple of years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/vote1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/vote2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right?! Instead of drawing an "X" next to PAP, he actually drew PAP's logo! Haha.. The said volunteer later even commented,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah Pek ah! You didn't only took alot of our time, but now your vote is not valid somemore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha.. So yeah, if you're voting (im not cuz im not of age and my area's experiencing a walkover) please remember all you need is an "X"! Don't action-action draw PAP logo all cuz your hard work will result in nothing! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Btw i THINK its you've to draw an X and other symbols are invalid. Correct me if im wrong aight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to wrap this up, here's a couple of photos of &lt;a href="http://behind-this-smile.blogspot.com"&gt;Rad&lt;/a&gt; and I fooling around during some talk we had today :) Note how retarded i look in the first picture. Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03224edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03224edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. I'm pasting up more pictures of myself in an attempt to start getting used to looking like how i look like now la. I woke up this morning and was shocked when i saw myself in the mirror, but then i remembered what i'd done and i started laughing to myself. ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long weekend ahead due to the Labour Day holidays. Enjoy yourselves, people. Don't do work cuz its supposed to be a day free of labour!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114622685605664797?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114622685605664797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114622685605664797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-view-of-upcoming-elections.html' title='In view of the upcoming elections.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114614738806213207</id><published>2006-04-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:31:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library locations are confusing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03218edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was no school today and i was feeling better as compared to yesterday (i still am rather sick though), Peah Totot and I decided to head to Singapore Poly to get some studying done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know libraries are open but we're so sick of public libraries! So must explore other kinds of libraries, like for example, the library at SP. Which, of course turned out to be a huge mistake since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/splost.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both Pe'ah and I suck at directions. So we were like walking aimlessly for around an hour before we managed to get to the big library, but the tremendous crowd there made it inconvenient to get any studying done. Therefore, we headed back to the small library at the infocom building (which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; bus stops away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03219edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we finally managed to sit and do some work after an estimated 90 minutes of walking about whilst washing our eyes. Singapore Poly many many hot guys seh :P Well, the walking about was so tiring that after only 2 hrs of reading notes, both of us were nodding off to lalaland already. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03221edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I wore another new shirt today! That's 2 new shirts being introduced to you readers in the past week. See? My wardrobe is slowly but surely increasing! Now instead of 5 shirts, i have 7! hahahaha.. ok sorry for the diversion. Erm so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By late evening Peah totot and I can't be arsed to study since both of us were freaking tired after the long exercise we had, so we headed to Clementi where....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03213edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy got her eyebrows threaded! What the fuck was i thinking?! Hahha.. The image i had in my head, was just minute trimmings as my eyebrows were like a pair of forests (messy and very crowded). But hor, after 10 minutes of sitting in the chair crying as the lady zapped out my hairs, my forest became parks (neat and sparse)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03216edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to laugh or cry, i tell you. I think i look like a minah and the eyebrows are overdone, but oh well. I think i just need to get used to it since it can't be altered :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Peah totot for helping me from getting too freaked out. Haha you should have seen me man, crouching in front of the sink sobbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How Peahh i look like a Minahh. How Peah howw?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Peah then kept staring at me and telling me that it looks ok and whatnot. Haha. It was hilarious, i tell you. So after getting over the shock of being so "naked" in public, the reality sunk in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03217edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. So we sat at the coffeeshop for quite a while, trying to conjour up ways to soothe my mum's anger (which is kinda expected as my mum is strict, as all of you know). The ideas we came up with were stupid lah! For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FADDY! What did you do to your eyebrow?! I didn't give you permission to thread it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What happened to my eyebrow, ibu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You threaded it! So thin now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My God! I didn't thread it! I think it fell off by itself! How ibu? How?! Am i sick?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-||| Put Peah and I together and you're bound to get shit like that. Hahhaa. So anyway i went home feeling rather afraid, mumbling prayers all the way. But to my utmost surprise, the mum only scolded/nagged at me for not getting permission from her and commented that it was too thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha! Damn heng, man. I think my mum's now more relax la. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasib baik akooo.&lt;/span&gt; If it was done last year, i'm sure i'll be sleeping by the roadside tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114614738806213207?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114614738806213207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114614738806213207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/library-locations-are-confusing.html' title='Library locations are confusing!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114602550524895427</id><published>2006-04-26T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:18:11.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaaaachooooooo again. [ Edited ]</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, i freaking screwed my Economics test. Am in a very foul mood &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03205edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mediacorp and ChannelNewsAsia people have taken over the school, draping their video cameras and wires all over the place. For the uninformed, JJC has been chosen to be one of the hosts for the nominations. As a result, i've no school tomorrow! Wakakaka! How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though, that i don't know shit regarding the elections. It troubles me (just a little) that i'm not interested in it at all :/ Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the reason why i'm blogging at 12:17 pm is because i'm sick and therefore took a half-day leave from school. Hohoho. Have just eaten my medicine and thus will fall asleep very very soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna sell their &lt;a href="http://www.dewa19.com"&gt;Dewa&lt;/a&gt; albums to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[ Edited ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03207edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ater popping the 2 yellow pills which the doctor suscribed, i slept for around 3 hours to wake up feeling a wee bit better. Since Pe'ah totot asked me out to study with her, i headed off to Jurong East library at around 6pm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since the beginning of this year, i studied a bit of History and actually understood and was able to memorise some of the Case Studies! Am feeling rather proud of myself actually. Well, i guess really putting your heart and soul whilst studying really does help ey? And not to forget, wearing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03206edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helps alot too! Wakakaka! (&lt;a href="http://zippityoohahh.livejournal.com"&gt;LisaLulu&lt;/a&gt;! I got the package already so thanks ya!) I felt kinda retarded wearing that but heck la, i love Spongebob Squarepants hehehhe. Let's all sing the jingle together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohhhh who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spongebob Squarepants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Absorbent and yellow and porous is he!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spongebob Squarepants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If nautical nonsense be something you wish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spongebob Squarepants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spongebob Squarepants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahha. I can so imagine a couple of you shaking your head (queue: Fara) whilst mumbling, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When will this girl ever mature?"&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03211edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so after a late dinner at McDonalds where we stumbled upon a number of ex-cssians, Peah's daddy picked us up and sent me home. Hurhurhur. I love Peah's daddy! He's like the sweetest thing ever, i tell you (And im saying this not just because he sents me home sooo many times that he knows where my house is already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how many daddies these days actually text their kids "I love you" and stuff like that? Cool, ey? Oh wells. I shall be thankful that my daddy and i actually still talk and joke once in a while :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114602550524895427?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114602550524895427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114602550524895427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/haaaaaachooooooo-again-edited.html' title='Haaaaaachooooooo again. [ Edited ]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114595902838542386</id><published>2006-04-25T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:57:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha-Choo!</title><content type='html'>I woke up for school this morning and found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03203edoted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03203edoted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeah! The whole family has fallen sick i tell you! Last week, the brother was down. This week, its Mum, Dad and I. And apparently, many kiddos at school were sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just woken up from a deep slumber and now i'm walking around with such immense throbbing coming from my head, sneezing every few seconds and a burning throat. The best part? I have to study for an economics test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about bad timing :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114595902838542386?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114595902838542386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114595902838542386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/ha-choo.html' title='Ha-Choo!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114591781580201973</id><published>2006-04-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:37:31.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morn-day.</title><content type='html'>Step into the class where the JJmates and I are resting whilst having our breaks today, and you'll see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03198edioted.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fully submerged in the depressing world of the Arabian Royalty in the (very good) book titled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0967673747/102-5305999-7845745?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;Princess&lt;/a&gt; when i had this sudden urge to look up. Lo and behold! The entire row of us were reading books! Priceless picture here, i tell you. You'll prolly never see a thing like that ever again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03202edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a break from &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; soccer watching, Fara and I finally decided to watch the match today. (No no the YJC players didnt have anything to do with it wahahha) Weahoo! It was quite an exciting game, although it had to end prematurely at the 50th minute when the lightning dance begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only goal during the second half came surprisingly from YJ actually, but the poor guy bagged it into OUR net! Wahahaha! That's right, it's an own goal! However, Harrison was the one who did alot of the hard work to get the ball over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, everything in the above paragraph was told to me by Afiq, cuz Fara and I left after the first half due to the impending rainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well right now, actually. Can sense that a fever is already on the way, since i'm already having flu and sore throat. Talk about bad timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a love-hate relationship with the 23rd of every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114591781580201973?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114591781580201973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114591781580201973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/morn-day.html' title='Morn-day.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114579119000527708</id><published>2006-04-23T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:05:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is study day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03183ediredii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho! Like &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-on-sunday-edited-kak-luthiens.html"&gt;last Sunday&lt;/a&gt;, i spent the entire day alone at Jurong East library trying to finish up all my work and cram in bits of revisions. Although i spent 5 hours there, i guess it's safe to say i spent half the time stoning, finishing &lt;a href="http://freakonomics.com"&gt;Freakonomics&lt;/a&gt; and glancing at the cute guy behind the counter (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the few hours there, I managed to bump into &lt;a href="http://malignant-soul.blogspot.com"&gt;Fana&lt;/a&gt; and her CSS friends (a huge lot of them! dah macam excursion hahah), a few schoolmates and old primary school friends :) Oh! And i wore my new Tshirt too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/sataycraving1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the whole family was having a huge craving for Satay, we made plans to head to Lau Pa Sat later tonight. Sadly, Mum's jamu business has not been doing well so far today which meant that she cannot afford to close the shop earlier. So Lau Pa Sat plans had to be cancelled :( Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be Pacman in the above picture if you put a plate of Satay in front of me right now. I'd lick the whole plate clean i tell ya, CLEAN! Anyone has Satays? Anyonneee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114579119000527708?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114579119000527708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114579119000527708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-is-study-day.html' title='Sunday is study day.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114571491487115894</id><published>2006-04-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:47:29.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' times.</title><content type='html'>First of all hor, i would like all those who knew who i went out with today to not reveal the secret identity of the "secret friend" in the following entry. It really is a big issue, so please, hush ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03189edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to meet up with the good ol' buds from my Secondary school days cuz it has been a looooonnngg (i can go on till forever) time since we met up. The ironic thing was, we didn't meet up last year as we were "busy" with schoolwork but now, at the point where we are supposed to be busy studying, we are meeting up more often -.-||| So wrong, kan? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03192edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the day was spent shopping, whilst the second half (till nightfall), was spent over a cuppa at Coffeebean. We talked about the usual girly stuff uh and even with our stupid dumb blonde behaviours, it really struck me that we've all grown in our own ways :) It's a nice feeling, to "grow up" together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this point of time during our talking sessions when suddenly my SecretFriend squeaked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh its raining lah!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Atikah (thats the other girl in the picture) and I were like "Huh?" since we didn't felt anything. A couple of minutes later, we realised that the raindrop that SecretFriend felt was actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03194edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha! That was freaking hilarious, i tell you :P We were practically laughing our asses off, much to the amusement of passerbys. Then half an hour later, when it really started drizzling, all of us panicked cuz we thought a drove of birds just flew by. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willing, we're meeting up again this coming Thursday :) Yippeee! As for tonight, i will duck behind the comforts of my comforter and snuggle in my pillows and teddies whilst reading the book i just bought at Borders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freakonomics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2006/03/30/Freakonomics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning is already very promising la. Darn! I hope i manage to finish it by tonight, or else my homeworks and studying for the upcoming tests will be sacrificed :/ And that's bad y'all! Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Have i mentioned that i saved 40 bucks this week to get myself a pair of flats (as in the shoes) and i ended up buying food, treating the kids at Coffeebean and getting myself the above mentioned book? ROAR! Now i have to save for another week :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/22/flutter-flutter/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114571491487115894?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114571491487115894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114571491487115894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-ol-times.html' title='Good ol&apos; times.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMSolace1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114561310259888797</id><published>2006-04-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:53:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone5.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone6.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone7.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone8.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone9.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone10.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone11.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone12.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone13.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone14.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone15.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone16.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Farhanphone17.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Mum asks me why i hate my younger brother's (Farhan's) friends so much :/ Have i mentioned the calls were all made by ONE person? Tsk. You should add up the total amount of calls from his friends i have to pick up throughout the day AND night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah aku ni macam telephone operator dia pulak....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114561310259888797?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114561310259888797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114561310259888797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-afternoon.html' title='This afternoon.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114553263192706396</id><published>2006-04-20T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:31:29.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Eighteen.</title><content type='html'>It's weird how i get so psyched about turning 18. Having the legal rights to the consumption of certain goods aside, i was so excited at the prospect of being recognized, officially, as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i take a look at myself in the mirror and let out a giggle. Who was i kidding? I will only be 18 in the eyes of the law but to my family, peers and myself, i will still be the child that i am now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't imagine myself being an adult and for now, cheers to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114553263192706396?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114553263192706396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114553263192706396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/turning-eighteen.html' title='Turning Eighteen.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114544152724037158</id><published>2006-04-19T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:12:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going blind.</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my entire life, i finally managed to pass my Sit &amp; Reach and i even got a freakin' B! Yay! Heh. Am feeling rather accomplished right now, i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Background info: I have some backbone issues, and thus have never passed a single Sit &amp;amp; Reach component during all the times i took the NAPFA test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other then that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03187edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gomez took us to the &lt;a href="http://www.poems.com.sg"&gt;Stockmarket's webby&lt;/a&gt;, where he then taught us the basics in trading in the market. It's such an easy way to earn money but of course, not without its risks. But from what i see (in Mr Gomez's as well as my aunt's case), the rate of return is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JJMates and i contemplated in pooling a sum of money together so we could invest in the IPCO stocks (of which the prices were rising), but darn it, you need to be at least of 21 years of age. What a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i added a smiley face to Mr Gomez's face above as he was acting rather gleefully when we pointed out that one of the stocks he bought had increased in price, which means that he would make a profit. Wah seh, his face suddenly light up and he kept smiling/laughing merrily throughout the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that money can do, ey? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03188edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes were giving problems for the past few weeks and the JJmates kept asking me to go for a checkup just in case i have that eye-infection thingy, i finally decided to head to the optical shop to get my eyes checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, my case wasn't as serious as Fara's or Siva's and what i had was (as quoted from the cute optician)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A combination of allergic reaction as well as bacterial infection. Just stop from wearing contact lenses for a week, and GOD you're supposed to wear colored contacts for a maximum of 8 hours per day and only 5 days per week!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehehe. Note the last bit, kids. I know most of you are guilty as charged for working your lenses overtime. I myself have been donning the lenses for 14 hrs a day, 7 days a week! No wonder my eyes are red most of the time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/19/the-password-is-a-2/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMRamblings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Super long ramblings about religion, in an attempt to untangle my thoughts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114544152724037158?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114544152724037158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114544152724037158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-going-blind.html' title='I&apos;m not going blind.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMRamblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114536205153592736</id><published>2006-04-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:11:08.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Levels Jitters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03185edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had preparation talks again, this time by the Vice Principle of the school. Sigh. Why the gloom, you ask? Cuz i just found out that i have to make major progress in the next few months in order for me to at least have a fighting chance in securing a place in the University :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/alvlltarget.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for a student to barely make it into the Uni, he (im using this in the context of MANkind, so dont get all feminist on me) would have to at least have a score of 45 points*. A score of 51 and above would be like a confirm plus chop entrance uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my current standing, i'm like SO out of the league. I got a score of 39 points for my Promotional Exams, and an even more pathetic score of 31 points for my 1st Term results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to make it, i ask you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok at least i have a few more months to get my act together, so i guess the situation is still salvagable. For starters, i'll have to start completing my homework (haha), so i guess it's goodnight for now, readers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EY and if you're an A Level student, you better stop reading this and start studying ohkay? We Dragon babies have to fight even harder due to the surge in the number of students. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How to count your scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Level Subjects -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade A - 20 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade B - 18 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade C - 15 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade D - 13 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade E - 10 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;AO Level Subjects -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade A1 - 8 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade A2 - 7 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade B3 - 6 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade B4 - 5 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade C5  - 4 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grade C6 - 3 pts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So now all you need to do, is add up the 3 best grades from your A Level subjects, your GP grade as well as PW grade. Have fun counting y'all. And no suicide acts please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114536205153592736?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114536205153592736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114536205153592736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/levels-jitters.html' title='A Levels Jitters.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114527717052854973</id><published>2006-04-17T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:34:07.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03184edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03184edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing you know, if i have to run past all the handsome hunks jogging in the evening :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, managed to pick up the Oprah-exercise routine again after the weekend break and now i'm off to have a long luxurious bath, finish up some homeworks and then proceed to snuggle in bed reading the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1587990075/102-5305999-7845745?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;"Adventures of an Economist"&lt;/a&gt; which i picked up at the library yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, y'all. It's school week again, thus the beginning of short entries like these till the weekends appear. -Slaps forehead- It's Monday, and i'm already wishing for Saturday to arrive. Hahahaha. Sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114527717052854973?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114527717052854973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114527717052854973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-tired.html' title='So tired.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114518649148170509</id><published>2006-04-16T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:23:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged on a Sunday. [Edited Kak Luthien's Addie!]</title><content type='html'>Hum di hum. Since nothing remotely interesting happened today, i shall reply to the tag passed on to me by &lt;a href="http://www.polkadotszealot.blogspot.com"&gt;Hidayah&lt;/a&gt;, and in between the replies, i'll just slot in random pictures of today aight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagged, I'm it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03181edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four jobs i've done in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cashier at my Momma's Jamu stall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salesperson at my Momma's Jamu stall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accountant at my Momma's Jamu stall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Customer-greeter at my Momma's Jamu stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(You get the idea, don't ya? Hahhaa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four movies that i could watch over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puteri Gunung Ledang the Movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sepet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yamakasi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ringer :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four places i've lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Momma's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jurong West St 42.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jurong West St 81.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some sweet crib in town area heh heh..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03183edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four TV shows i love to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;OPRAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debbie Travis's Facelift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extreme Makeover Home Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four places that i've been on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulau Redang, Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulau Pangkor, Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulau Tioman, Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulau Sentosa, Singapore Wakakakakka.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four websites i visit daily when I'm online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com (DOH hahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://trent.blogspot.com (Great celebrity gossip)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://licen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;etospill.net (Great writeups)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AhBoi's Blog (Great writeups by my fevret medic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03182edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four of my favourite food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spaghetti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prata telur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JJC Makcik's potato wedges :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any dish with stingray in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four places i would rather be now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulau Redang, Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulau Tioman, Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawaii :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aiyahhh just gimme a beach and i'm happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four friends who i will pass this meme to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuz most of my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't bother :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ohkayyy that's it. School's starting tomorrow, for JC AND most poly kids. nyeahahha! Finally, we have equality in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/16/chase-the-rat/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114518649148170509?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114518649148170509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114518649148170509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-on-sunday-edited-kak-luthiens.html' title='Tagged on a Sunday. [Edited Kak Luthien&apos;s Addie!]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMSolace1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114511916225869811</id><published>2006-04-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:47:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the aunt part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03153edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. I dunnoe, but visiting the Science Centre always reminds me of outer space, and from there, aliens :) So i guess that picture makes a good introduction picture, yes? Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, 4 of us turned up for the mini-outing. And by 4 of us, i mean Cik Ya (aunt), Hafiz (couz), Fau (Bro) and myself (Faddy DOH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03156edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show at the Omnitheatre, Greece, was the most boringest 45 minutes throughout the whole day! Oklah, granted there were nice sceneries and the excitement factor of watching a show on a huuuggeee screen, but the documentary was so mundane that a few people went off halfway. haha. Dont waste your money, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03160edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the theatre feeling sleepy and less then satisfied, definitely not a good start to the day. So when we saw this machine thingy shaking around like nobody's business, we hopped aboard and started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03161edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa. Omg. It's like the lamest thing ever! I definitely remember one ride i took there aeons ago being much more fun and exciting. This Alien thingy, the ride was just like shaking aimlessly from left to right :/ I think the machine old already lah, thats why not much energy left to go vroom vroooomm kedebaboo!! hahhaa. so sad gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03166edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03166edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the two rides which made us dizzy as hell, we headed out to the Science Park to fool around. I think right, of all places, the Science Centre really needs a major revamp cuz most of their shit were either broken or going to be broken in a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, it being one of the very few tourist attractions that Singapore has to offer, it should have some sort of standard kan? Tsk. I was quite disappointed really, when i discover machines rusting like crazy or falling apart or even fall&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt; apart. Nyeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03171edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braving the afternoon downpour, we then took a cab all the way to Orchard, as i felt that i needed to shop my worries away :) The aunt treated us at Puncak, where we ate sooooo much stuff that i'm still full as i'm writing this. 4 plates of fried rice, hotplate beancurd, omelette, char kuay, the works. Yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03175edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuppp, we went to all the above places (and somemore) to shop, of course, with much funds from the Aunt :P I managed to get myself a couple of Tshirts, a Puma bag, a Cesspit album and a much needed MMC card for the digicam. So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03173edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I know the bag's too huge for me, but heck, i kinda like its design, and since Fefe said it looks kinda ok, im just gonna go with it :) Eh &lt;a href="http://realismwithin.com"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;, i got my bag already leh! And you're still looking for yours. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03179edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, by 915pm we left CityHall and headed home sweet home! Actually we should have stayed out later, since by the time the brother and I reached home, mummy and daddy were still shopping at Expo. Oh well -shrugs- There's always next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And i went out on a date with this guy in the morning before i met my aunt. I knew him since last year, i think and we've been contacting on and off, since i was attached. But when he got to know i was single again, he looked me up and we've been chatting on the phone and stuff for the past few weeks. So, i finally agreed to meet him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date was very, VERY ok and i was kinda happy with how things turn out :) I don't know if its a new start, but yeah, he's cute and charming and sweet and his voice is really sexay. The best part is, we parted with a small kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/03170edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAA! I sincerely hope you guys didnt believe that crap i wrote cuz even IF i found a new guy, i wont be writing about it on this blog thats for sure. For those of you who still dont realise it, the guy im kissing in the pic is Taufik Batisah lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, have i mentioned i love Fauzi my brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Makkk! I wont be auditioning for the drama thing tau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mmm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But i might sign up for theatre classes after my A Levels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"NO! I will not allow that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mummy. Kakak is already 18 years old, and it's her passion, the thing that she likes to do, so you should allow her to develop it whattt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, outside Mum's room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh Fauzi thanks for standing up for me man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No worries, kak. You're always standing up for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww! Thats so sweett!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok stop it already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Awwwwww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, dearies :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114511916225869811?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114511916225869811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114511916225869811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/case-of-aunt-part-2.html' title='The case of the aunt part 2.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114506691559379257</id><published>2006-04-15T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T10:09:23.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the aunt.</title><content type='html'>Early morning SMS at 9am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Want some adventure? Bring along your passport and an extra tshirt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the?.. hahahha... Funny sia my aunty. I guess it runs in the family :) We were actually supposed to just go watch the show &lt;a href="http://www.sci-ctr.edu.sg/ssc/otmovie.jsp?artid=7228&amp;type=8&amp;amp;amp;root=0&amp;parent=0&amp;amp;cat=78"&gt;Greece&lt;/a&gt;  at the Omni Theatre,  but since she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaki gatal&lt;/span&gt;  (leg itchy) want to go walk here and there, i asked her to follow me go shopping at Orchard since my mum banned us from going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, this is what my mum said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You crazy? So last minute want to go Johore! And you're like meeting in the afternoon! Surely by the time you reach Johore its gonna be late evening, and then you have to be back by 10pm you know! Cannot make it cannot make ittttttttt! I'm hiding your passport!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i hurriedly diverted topic and we started bitching about some relatives. Kekekeke. I lurve my mum more these days actually. Ohkayyy imma go get ready. Hopefully the aunt decides to foot the bill for my shopping expenses later :P Riiiiiiight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114506691559379257?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114506691559379257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114506691559379257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/case-of-aunt.html' title='The case of the aunt.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114499892560928255</id><published>2006-04-14T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:33:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/14/the-password-is-a/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMRamblings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some emo rambling in that entry above, i warn you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;a href="http://healed-wounds.blogspot.com"&gt;Amira&lt;/a&gt; says my group's Project Work last year (of which the result contributes to the A Levels grade), the one about using Menstrual Blood as a source of blood which contributes to blood donation, is up for the JC1s to see as an example of a good work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/delem.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo pleased at hearing this, even though she did add on that her friends and her were screaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are they insane?! Or are they just morbid?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaha. Oh wells. I know most of you are reacting the same way but hell, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; get a band 2, and that's good enough news for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114499892560928255?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114499892560928255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114499892560928255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/wherever-you-are.html' title='Wherever you are.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMRamblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114491816096420202</id><published>2006-04-13T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:40:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordpress Issues.</title><content type='html'>Ok i know some of you are already complaining about the countless passwords in &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com"&gt;my Wordpress&lt;/a&gt; and that it's getting too confusing for you. So today since there's nothing better for me to blog about, lemme clear the air alright :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/tag/ramblings/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMRamblings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entries categorized under "Ramblings". I've decided that i shall make all lengthy posts in Wordpress instead of Blogspot as Blogspot will be home to only entries with pictures and whatnot. So whenever you see the link above, just click cuz you're able to read it without needing to know any passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/tag/private/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMPrivate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the category "Private" and this one, any of you (unless you're a teacher or i just dont like you haha) can ask me for the password. It begins with the letter "Z". The last category would then be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/tag/solace/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entries under the category "Solace". As written above, it is NOT open to the public eye, so don't bother asking. And if you're my close friend, and i've given you the password before, i'm sorry but i changed the password again, as i decided i really really need a place to write where noone can read what i write :) Sorry ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhhhm hope that clears the air about my wordpress account :) There won't be any changes to the passwords, that i promise you. Have a good holiday/weekend! And nahhh, i wont be going KL afterall. This sucks, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114491816096420202?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114491816096420202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114491816096420202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/wordpress-issues.html' title='Wordpress Issues.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMRamblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114488728061759615</id><published>2006-04-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:19:33.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towning uncovered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03107edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent like 7 hours with &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://realismwithin.com"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt; and Fifi, 5 hours of which was burnt in town. Normally, i would hate towning but somehow today i was really dreading it when we had to leave, which goes to show just how much fun i had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03108edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first headed to Taka, where we windowshopped at normal stores such as Puma, Levis etc. Then Carrie pulled us all to Kinokuniya where she wanted to wrap her Literature book. Like what the hell, man. Pay $1 to wrap your book in plastic, might as well wrap yourself kan? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03109edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she had a craving for Nutella Cupcakes, we headed down to the cafe and accompanied her to get one. Like oh my God. It's the best chocolate cupcake ever man, and im like so full of fats again. haha. Shittos, all my workout down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03110edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03110edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the lift lobby, we decided to make a fool out of ourselves in front of all the AngMohs and TaiTais by taking pictures with the bakery's paper bag. Makes the wearer look like a chef kan? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03132edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around a bit more, we decided darn were we hungry or what, so we headed out to Lucky Plaza. Oh yeah, we were on the way there when dozens of police motorbikes took the road and stopped all other cars from moving just so this Arab Royalty could drive through with ease. Coool ey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03125edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to eat at Ayam Penyet (English direct translation: Squashed Chicken), an Indonesian restaurant located at Lucky Plaza. The literally squashed chicken was syioookk man! Go try go try!! HOWEVER, it is freaking hot (in the spicy sense), so you should try only if you can tahan. I couldnt, and i was drinking water like a camel. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, thanks Fifi for the treat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03133edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed on to Paragon, as Carrie wanted to look for her bag (Did i mention she's been on the hunt for her bag for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;, but still couldnt find The One?) and Kimi wanted to get food from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was initially one person deciding to get something, all of us ended up buying some. And we even had Carrie grabbing foodstuff like nobody's business whilst going "Somebody stop meeeeeeee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03135edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point we were freaking tired already, so we decided to have a rest at the stairs. Me, being me, decided to play a prank on Carrie by hiding her wallet. Once, by stealing it when she was looking away and the second, by taking it whilst she was crouching like 1 cm beside it. Walaowey she didnt even realise :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should get a job as a professional burglar or something. Haha.. Oh so whilst Carrie was like whining for her wallet back ("I put it here laaa! 100%! 100%!"), she was practically rolling around the floor laughing, much to the amusement of onlookers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03136edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Kimi went off to meet his Mr.Buttcheeks, leaving myself with Fifi and Carrie. We headed back to Taka, as Fifi wanted to grab the Puma shirt she was eyeing. On the way we passed by an ice cream shop, and omg i couldnt stand it, so i bought some for the two buggers as well :( Boohoohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chant with me please : Workout down the draiinnn workout down the draiiinn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03137edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around 30 minutes Kimi rejoined us again and we had a final bit of windowshopping (Carrie still didn't find her bag) at Taka before we decided HELL no more window shopping. Thank God, cuz my legs were falling off already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03138edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we walked and walked and walked and laughed and walked and walked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03145edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... until we reached Starbucks, after spending around 30 minutes at the bookstore at Wheelock (darn i keep forgetting what its called). Sigh~ It was such a relief having comfortable seats to sit on after a day of walking about, i tell you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03148edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Starbucks we played those lame illogical games like "Bang! Bang! Bang! Who died?" and "Open Close Open Close Open Close Open or Close?", much to the amusement of Fifi who had not been exposed to such nonsensical games. By 930, our stomach was already crammed from all the laughing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03151edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Fifi and I had to be back by 11pm, the 4 of us decided to make a a move. We took a train all the way back to BoonLay (where Carrie dropped first at Jurong East) and since our legs had already fallen off, decided to cab from BoonLay MRT back to our respective houses. Wahahha!! This is what i call, super super exhausted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03102edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was like the best shit i've ever done in a long long while, and i enjoyed every single moment of it. Yay!! Could we have more trips amongst us, please? Like to the zoo or something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i reached home at roughly around 1045pm, and i didnt regret one bit the fact that it made me so tired when i know i still have school tomorrow. So yeah, goes to show how darn great the trip was. As quoted from Carrie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I laughed so much today i almost died. and for a moment i forgot im still in a horrible school and taking a levels at the end of the year."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow, peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/13/towning/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114488728061759615?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114488728061759615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114488728061759615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/towning-uncovered.html' title='Towning uncovered.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_03107edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114475675181150731</id><published>2006-04-11T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:59:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a body...</title><content type='html'>...LIKE THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/jessicaalba.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huarghahaha! Now all i need is to continue doing my skipping, situp and crunches routine till God knows when. Oh and not to mention get multiple Boob jobs. HAHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 turns of the rope, 150 situps and 15 (15 second) crunches during Oprah today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/tag/unboncet-projex/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMUnboncetProjex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned i decided to create a mini-blog titled "Unboncet Projex" to keep track of my tummy? Wakakaka. This is getting silly, and the fire will prolly die off soon, but waddaheck, since i'm so into it these days, might as well ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the password for this one is available for grrls only. Wahaha cuz of the pictures i post in it (oooh~ scandalous haha) uh. So yeah, just drop me an sms, or PM, or somethin, if you want the password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt;, please don't kpo2 go sneak and look just because you know my universal password. I'll SLAUGHTER you, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i rushed home from school today in a cab at approximately 10am just so that i could poop at home. I CANNOT stand pooping outside laaaa :/ I get so freaking stressed out just at the thought of it. Nyeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114475675181150731?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114475675181150731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114475675181150731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-body.html' title='I want a body...'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_jessicaalba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114465415837637812</id><published>2006-04-10T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:34:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues. [Edited]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/JamesFrey_Oprah.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus so i conclude that i have not moved on YET. Haha. Time will heal all wounds, it will :) Btw, i think the Oprah talkshow is like the best thing i've ever watched in such a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned that within that 1 hour said show, i managed to complete 1000 turns of the skipping rope, 100 situps and 10 sets of (10 second) crunches? Uhuhhh. I feel quite proud of myself, that i actually got my lazy arse up to do that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after all that exercise and a luxurious long bath, i feel like sleeping AGAIN :/ Which is bad yo, seeing that i've tons of homework to complete. hahha... So anyywaaayy, i learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03052edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this may be so retarded but i just learnt today that the alphabets consists of 26 letters when all this while i thought alphabets = letters  :) Hehe. But i think i'm not the only one who doesn't realise this, as some of my other classmates too rode the same wavelength as me. Soo.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03051edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the two were having a staring fight, of which &lt;a href="http://hecticworld.wordpress.com"&gt;Ady&lt;/a&gt; won hands down. Ady is a champion at this i tell you! He managed to not blink his eyes for way more than 2 minutes, to the point that it's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's so proud of it, saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I always win all the Mats in this staring thing. Wahaha!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok good for you boy. Now how's that gonna help you in life? hehehe.. Oh and thank God his medical results came out ok, was abit worried for him there. Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where's silly Peah with all the photos from the MCS orientation? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114465415837637812?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114465415837637812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114465415837637812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-blues-edited.html' title='Monday Blues. [Edited]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_JamesFrey_Oprah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114455649483132146</id><published>2006-04-09T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:36:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protected: Suck and Blow. [Edited]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03050edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeahahaha! Riiight~ I just returned from the Granny's place, where i got a free facial/massage by the aunt :) My body feels good and the face seems much cleaner (and less bumpier) then before, although there are still countless blackheads. Nyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to go to KL this upcoming Good Friday break, but the cousins backed out citing exams as an excuse, so pooh for that! I was really looking forward to it sey :/ Oh wells, at least hopefully i'm able to meet my cousin Anz like finally. I miss her a huuugee lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/09/suck-and-blow/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, do i feel better after vomitting everything out, and i mean that metaphorically. Nyeahhaha! I'm sorry i keep doing private entries these days. I'm fighting a battle with my innerself and i need an outlet to vent my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really cant allow 100 people who i dont really know reading all that, right? Haha. I feel much better now, anyway, so thank you if you're concerned :) Hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114455649483132146?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114455649483132146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114455649483132146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/protected-suck-and-blow-edited.html' title='Protected: Suck and Blow. [Edited]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_03050edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114451311867308140</id><published>2006-04-08T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:18:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's smoke weed and flyyyy.</title><content type='html'>We had an MCS orientation today and i guess it was ohhhkaayy lah. Some circumstances made some things go out of plan, but oh wellls i guess we did our best and there seemed to be smiles at the end :) Thank God for that. Long entry as soon as Peah Totot passes me the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An MSN conversation with Faz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yahh i'm trying to keep myself awake lah Faz. I'm going out with my friend later at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Haha. You going out with Kimi right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shucks how you know?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I read your blog duhhhh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, am i THAT predictable? Haha. I guess its quite easy to guess though, since the only people i meet late at night is Nassy and Kimi as their house is like only a couple of busstops away from mine. And my mum trusts them, which makes things a whole lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03036edired.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Kimi was supposed to wake me up at 630pm, but him having sooo much at his family's bbq meant that he forgot to do just that so i ended up waking up only at 735pm. Gosh! I had the fastest bath i had in my life (5 mins) and rushed out like a mad woman so i wouldn't be late, since Nassy had already reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03035edied.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, i saw another bugger sitting at the table and it turned out to be Syazwan, both Kimi's and Nassy's pri school friend. Buhhhh. So now i'm the extra one :/ But oh wells, all was good i guess. He was pretty quiet, but sometimes has this tendency to crack lame stuff such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh Syaz pukul berapa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pukul lalat sampai mati. Haaaaaahahahaah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN. Anywhoos we invited him to join us on our future lepak sessions, so that there would be a balance of 2 guys and 2 girls, so that Kimi wont be bullied anymore uh. Hehehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baik eh kita, Nassy&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03037edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i intended to complete some work, or at least read some notes but nahhhhh since its been quite long since the "red ruby sessions" with the two buggers, i just chucked everything aside and we had a fun time playing Bluff and laughing at each other's silliness. Weeeee~ All was good bebeh. Until the manager stopped us from playing Bluff uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh why cant we play poker cards ey? I mean there were no money involved whatsoever (it's against my policy to gamble), so whats wrong with it? It's like playing Uno, or Happy Family, or Old Maid etc what :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03038edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upon being shooed out, the four of us headed out to our private Lepak place (which is a hidden corner beside the carpark, fyi). Seriously felt like some budak hanyut man, sitting there at 11bloodypm. hahaha. We talked about alotta shit and i learnt that Japanese pornstars shout, not moan, in their films. Hmmmm gotta check that out someday man :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03039edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03039edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while i decided enough was enough and that i should be a good girl and head on home even though the parents were out. So after bidding goodbye to Syaz (see ya next time!), Kimi Nassy and I made our way to my bustop, and the above was the result. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03047edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang Raggae songs loudly into the night whilst dancing either Malay Dance steps or Para-Para, and took gazillions photos in weird ass poses. haha. It was a great night, as in the weather was damn fine and all was quiet except for the ringing of our laughter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03048edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next meetup, take care Red Ruby Rangers! Faddy loves you very very much :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114451311867308140?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114451311867308140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114451311867308140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-smoke-weed-and-flyyyy.html' title='Let&apos;s smoke weed and flyyyy.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_03036edired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114440585275128052</id><published>2006-04-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:30:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1..2..3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AARRGGHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going SO wrong, all thanks to her(s). Shit man, i can't just wait for everything to be over and done with. Just so fucking sick and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/07/malay-cultural-society/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114440585275128052?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114440585275128052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114440585275128052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/123.html' title='1..2..3..'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMSolace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114433308323382501</id><published>2006-04-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:24:56.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending time with myself.</title><content type='html'>I finally met up with Ayie for the first time in 2 years, yes TWO years. Haha. It was a disaster though, seeing that around 30 minutes of our meetup, i had to rush home to pass to my  mum the keys since i've conveniently forgotten to pass it to my aunt. Nyeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, next time aight? I'm really really sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03031edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after passing my mum the keys, i headed off again, this time alone and to &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com.sg/homepage/home.asp"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt;. I can spend hours and hours there i tell you, just touching each fabric, marveling at each decoration etc whilst painting the perfect room in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03032edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03032edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take pride in my room, really (with exceptions of the times when my room is in a mess due to time constraints in cleaning it up). I love the fact that my room is neat and tidy, and that every single thing between that 4 walls (other then the bed which was a hand-me-down from my aunt. Its now 15 years old? That's antique, yo!) was bought with my own cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i don't really like how my room doesn't exude comfortability and the fact that it gives out "keep away!" vibes due to its neatness. haha. Like for example, most of my friends who come visit will either sit on my chair, or on the edge of my bed. They won't jump around and feel free to sit anywhere they want, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's bad, cuz one of the main reasons i like to visit some of my friends' untidy rooms is because it's so nice to chill at. Flopping around on the bed, without worrying about making a mess since the place is already so messed up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during my trip to ikea, i've managed to cook up ideas on how to make it more comfy - by adding more textures and curves to the "modern minimalist (?)" room that i have now. I'll prolly get a bouncier mattress, add curtains, wall decorations, lots of cushions and whatnot :) So exciting! Now all i need is money, lah. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/thekillergerbil/SkatePark4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo courtesy of the &lt;a href="http://thekillergerbil.com"&gt;Killer Gerbil&lt;/a&gt; webby.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if &lt;a href="http://thekillergerbil.com"&gt;Killer Gerbil&lt;/a&gt; is still willing to charge me the same price as he offered months back, i'd prolly get my whole room sprayed with clouds and Killer Gerbils after my A Levels :) So cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/06/evil/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114433308323382501?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114433308323382501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114433308323382501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/spending-time-with-myself.html' title='Spending time with myself.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_03031edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114424663690012197</id><published>2006-04-05T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:25:34.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yana totot!</title><content type='html'>We had MCS meeting today, but it was kinda cocked up due to a last minute change in the house meetings held by the coucillors :/ boo! I didn't join PPP at last, as.. erm.. got ah some reasons. haha. but i had fun with the dance kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/04/05/pesta-peti-putih/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY to any Malay/interested in Malay JJC kid, there will be an orientation this Saturday from 9am to 3pm ohkaayy. Must come horrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03025edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Pe'ah totot and I were famished after the dance practice (wehehe i make it sound as if i did alot, when all i did was entertain them), we decided to eat out although we had no money on us. So we just got together whatever loose change we had and borrowed 5 bucks from Solehah and off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03026edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way not bad right what we managed to buy with loose change? Haha. But embarassing man, paying for almost everything in coins :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03029edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the coffeeshop we went to was near to Yana Totot's crib, we decided to call her so that we can finally meet even if it was only for an hour. She still is the same crazy Yana totot who is lusting over Christiano Ronaldo. Buhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know she's terrified of birds? Wahah! How lame lah. When she sees a bird near her right, she'll really scream her head off and scamper off :/ Who the hell is scared of birds i ask you? Only the one and only Yana Totot -.-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03028edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Yana brought her younger sis, Wani, too. Damn chinese right her face? Haha. When i saw her walking behind Yana when Yana first approached us, i almost wanted to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh Yana since when you got a chinese sister?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be a joke ah, but luckily i managed to escape from the embarassment cuz before i could ask, she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh i brought my sister tau."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellsss~ Good night then! Faddy has sore eyes and looking at the computer screen for too long is BAD. Btw, dont you just hate sore eyes? Greenish yellowish jellish thingies are spilling out of the corner of my eyes, and tears keep dropping, and my left eye is half the size of my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn do i look retarded or whaaaatt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114424663690012197?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114424663690012197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114424663690012197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/yana-totot.html' title='Yana totot!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMSolace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114413937893589786</id><published>2006-04-04T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:24:50.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah. [Edited again]</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my room!! I cleaned my room!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03018edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03020edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I was so frustrated at the fact that i keep wasting much time looking for my notes and stuff, and the sight of all the papers, books, clothes etc flying everywhere irked me to a point of no return. So i finally embarked on a cleaning spree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03019edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03021edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. All done in 2 and a half hours :) Am so proud of my new clean room wahahaha! But i'm not so proud at the fact that i sacrificed so much time cleaning it, that i still have not touched my homework hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03022edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a torture, i tell you, when pictures/memorabilias of Faris and I kept emerging everywhere at the most unexpected places (Like why the hell is a photo stapled onto one of my economics notes?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i was struck by the depressed chord la, kept staring at them like i've lost my mind like that, but after a while depression turned into irritation, so i chucked everything into the rubbish bin, keeping only the letters and whatnot for my memory box. Haha.. Oh wells~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Bursary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Bursary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this thankful in a long, long while. Alhamdulillah. The $500 cheque made me a very happy girl, but what made me even happier (and i swear i mean this), was knowing that now Daddy only has to pay 25% of my ALevels fee - Therefore reducing the initial $401 to just $100.25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i did when i received the letter from Mr Gomez was to sms Daddy. Haha.. I was just so happy that he now has lesser financial issues to worry about, as i remembered him looking rather stressed out when i first informed him about the fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, really, Alhamdulillah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. To the JJC Malay kids, tomorrow got MCS meeting /dance /PPP at the same room and time aight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114413937893589786?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114413937893589786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114413937893589786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/alhamdulillah-edited-again.html' title='Alhamdulillah. [Edited again]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_03018edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114407220636885145</id><published>2006-04-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:56:59.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddyssick1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad timing, bad timing. I should have stayed in school after the postponed soccer match instead of rushing home and thus getting caught in the storm :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03015edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. you read that right. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;postponed&lt;/span&gt; soccer match (JJC vs IJC). I was kinda bummed lah since i stayed back just to watch the game and not even 15 minutes into the match the referees decided to call it off. Nyeah. But figures, since the lightning display was as scary as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03014edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School on Monday is usually boring, but luckily Mr Shankar decided to spice up our GP lesson by allowing us to play a few rounds of Pictionary, with regards to the context we were learning - politics. When my classmate HaiLin came up, she drew this (enlarged from the pic above):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/HailinVendetta.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What the hell sia this girl drawing?!"&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.. Super nonsense bullshit came from the rest of the class for quite a while, when at last someone from the back shouted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"V is for Vendetta!"&lt;/span&gt; Yuupp, that stick figure is actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/VforVendettaRsz1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! Beats me how that guy/girl who guessed manage to even see the similarity :B HaiLin, HaiLin. Funny ah you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was like sooooo sleepy in school for the whole of today that there was a point where this incident happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh Shanti, what's the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh Fad. Wait ah.." (Searches for watch in bag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's 9am.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fad? OI WAKE UP LAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's not enough proof that i'm suffering from exhaustion, then i don't know what else is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114407220636885145?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114407220636885145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114407220636885145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Faddyssick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114394691906822009</id><published>2006-04-02T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:49:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays with Rad. [[Edited]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Sundayhw2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to complete 2 Maths tutorials, 5 Economics tutorials and 1 Essay outline as well as 1 wayyy overdue Malay Composition :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray my fingers don't give up and fall off or something :) Have a good Sunday, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Edited]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/RadFadsuicide.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So that's what basically happened to &lt;a href="http://behind-this-smile.blogspot.com"&gt;Rad&lt;/a&gt; and I after 3 hours of attempts in doing Economics and Mathematics. I have to emphasise "attempts", as it was more of an exercise where we pronounce the words/phrases "skip", "next" or "i give up" rather then the actual doing of work. Gone case :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03013edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted at 530pm, where i headed to YewTee to give the Grandparents a short visit. It was intended to a be a short one lah, but after being fed dozens of delicious chicken wings and whatnot, i fell asleep and therefore, reached home only at 11pm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes Fara, that IS one out of the 6 Tshirts i have. wahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yeah. Any intentions to attempt more homework after the visit to Grannies' are now officially down the drain :) Good night readers! School starts tomorrow. Baaah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114394691906822009?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114394691906822009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114394691906822009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/sundays-with-rad-edited.html' title='Sundays with Rad. [[Edited]]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Sundayhw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114387656957672127</id><published>2006-04-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:26:41.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esplanaaddeee. [[ Edited ]]</title><content type='html'>[[ EDIT BEGINS ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Scipt: Walaoeh. I can't believe some of you actually sms to congratulate be about Hakim being my boyfriend. HELLO ITS AN APRIL FOOL JOKE LAH! I AM STILL SINGLE, thank you very much! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03005edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said below (since this is an edited entry), i spent my evening/night with &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt; by the river, where we managed to sit down talk cock after about a week of not meeting up. Urgh! I'm like so irritated with him everytime he starts talking in his wannabe American accent :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02998edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah Melayu buat Melayu lah, boi! Wahahhaa.. But i've to say his French speaking skills have not failed him, as he effortlessly read/translated to me a page or two of a French play. Not bad, not bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03001edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main objective of dragging him to Esplanade was so that i could catch a glimpse of Alin Mosbit in action, as she's the one who is attached to my school for Pesta Peti Putih (White Box Festival). I have to say her performance was very entertaining, what with her heavy Malay accent (an act, i guess), her lame jokes and most of all, her wonderful sexayy voice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03003edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SFS (i forgot what it stands for haha) which compromised of ex-Commonwealthians were not bad and i was quite impressed with the song which they composed themselves. Due to them being ex-cssians i actually saw many of the mats from css, but i didn't really approach them cuz its kinda weird :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather funny actually, cuz when Alin was singing her acoustic numbers, there were many elderlies and young kids, but when SFS came on with their loud numbers, you suddenly see many cheena people scurrying off with their kids as if the Satan has arrived. wakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.. i had fun :) Thanks Kimi for accompanying me even though i could see this was not your cuppa tea! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/03000edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the amazing thing was, i borrowed the book "Bisik" this morning, and on the way to Esplanade i saw the first writer, Effendy Ibrahim. And then, i watched Alin Mosbit performed. And if i'm not mistaken, i saw Alfian Saat sitting next to Effendy during the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i saw a guy wearing the trucker cap that Alfian had on in his friendster profile lah. Could be him, could be a random person with the same taste :) Haha.. Cool eh seeing all 3 writers on the same day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falalalla.. Good night i'm shaaggeddd and not to mention, sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ EDITED FINISHHHH]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1222/385/1600/other_half_op.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Hakim&lt;/a&gt; for 6 years, 3 years of that being close friends, today is finally the day that we've decided to go a step further - We've decided to try being in a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, i know its kinda early seeing that i've just broken up with Faris 2 months ago, but ntah eh.. They say when love comes, it just comes. And i don't see what's the problem, since Hakim is the sweetest guy ever, and we know like all of each other's secrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite awkard actually, like trying to change from "Aku" and "Kau" to "I" and "You" etc. But i guess time will settle all that minor issues, InsyaAllah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yeah. Get used to seeing more pictures of Kim around here in the future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. What else is there to say eh?&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;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02930edired1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! You crazy ah me and Kim? That's like incest cuz he's practically a brother to me! Wahhahaa. Oh wells. On a related note, I'm gonna spend the evening/night with him at Esplanade later though. We're gonna watch some performance by some of the ex-commonwealthians. Nananana~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope there's enough time for a sheesha session. It's been so darn long since i've had a puff of that sweet scent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS. For all you slow readers, Hakim and I are NOT in a relationship. It was just an April's Fool joke (albeit a lame one, i know haha). So yeah i'm still single :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114387656957672127?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114387656957672127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114387656957672127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/04/esplanaaddeee-edited.html' title='Esplanaaddeee. [[ Edited ]]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_03005edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114380257587873596</id><published>2006-03-31T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:57:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First event at school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02996edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All thanks to a brilliant plan hatched by Dana :) Wahahaha! Anywhoos, we were talking mostly about the security lax in the school and the Nonoi case (how it somehow reflects the dire state of some of the Malays in Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eh just now i saw this lady just entering the school without reporting to the office or whatever. And the teacher didn't even stop her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What if she was carrying a bomb, then she can just easily bomb the school eh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And why would she bomb JJC? It's a waste of her resources lah. I think she'd be better of bombing NJC or RJC etc, where all the future leaders are most likely to come from.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah. But maybe JJC is the place where she can recruit more terrorists! Hahhaha.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And upon bloghopping and landing at &lt;a href="http://screamingsonic.info/"&gt;Ain's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, I chanced across this wonderful tutorial on the easy peasy way of folding your tees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed style="width:380px; height:310px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DoAAAALZkMyt-6cWwHwzsA-8PReBOGYC5FPDVoUvH9CyRG_k3zu5d-VH6L5bOcCw2ItoLBfi1VA6cHYE_J7ZFiyr1dCj3ehGL9EveRduvsvm2X75AwDSPDVT3FRLisH_Hh2RfDiDOefnUXh2-Ii1kIx2QaegqLRvs-fH3TSSV92OLbtOBAWDk6ksl_A5AjPFOFbyFjRhmJAkVk207YURnCyDZob1dwRRppZSCBFwxDCLG0JzO%26sigh%3DfdZH2Vswbfcs68Vvp1kBUaiKSTM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D22388%26docid%3D5789051621080544400&amp;#038;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fcontentid%3D9969f91733d2963e%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1143770281%26sigh%3Dqfi0DnrBn70pjS9d-FAWOOZBftA&amp;#038;playerId=5789051621080544400" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right?! Needless to say, i decided to be a good daughter and folded all the washed clothes even though i wasn't asked to :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekendsss peopplleeeeeeeeee. Parttyyyyyyy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114380257587873596?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114380257587873596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114380257587873596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-event-at-school.html' title='First event at school.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02996edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114372261813883079</id><published>2006-03-30T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:44:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Fever.</title><content type='html'>I think teachers in JJC are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're not allowed to play cards in school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay!" (In a happy singsong manner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Here i am talking to you nicely and you're giving me attitude?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"er... okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand, and i dont think i want to. Compared to the above teacher, Mr Gomez  (my tutor) is such a Godsend. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02992edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeah. It's so depressing to see that others have dropped only a grade or two, whilst i have dropped 3 grades - From A to D. Work harder, Fadddyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other then that, we had soccer matches at school today. It's the beginning of the tournament season everybody! Every Monday and Thursday at JJC's fantastic new synthetic field! See you (and the hoardes of soccer players from everywhere) there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02991edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02995edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team JJC rocks lah! Haha.. I hail Mark Derek (my pri school mate) as my favourite team JJ player :) You go, boy! The rest of the team did darn well, the crowd was very the many many and very high and it was so much fun watching the game! So i guess i'll be missing in action on every Mon and Thurs evening! hehhee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you're wondering who the referee is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02990edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa. Cute sia this teacher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/03/30/boncet-boncet-ohh-boncet/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMPrivate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114372261813883079?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114372261813883079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114372261813883079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/soccer-fever.html' title='Soccer Fever.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02992edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114363419229035975</id><published>2006-03-29T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:25:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine. [[Edited]]</title><content type='html'>A conversation between the mother and I when the topic of "Cinta Monyet" (teenage love, directly translated as "Monkey Love") came about on the show Teman Anugerah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML3.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML5.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML6.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML7.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML8.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML9.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML10.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML11.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML12.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML13.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ML14.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cinta Berok" translates into "Gorilla love". Gorilla, she calls me. Haha.. I can't deny i had a good laugh out of the whole situation, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am quite glad and relieved with the way she handled things. She didn't even laugh in my face upon knowing about it a few weeks back, even though i know she disapproves of me being in relationships at this age. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wake up. School. Home. Homework. Revision. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.  School. Home. Homework. Revision. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.  School. Home. Homework. Revision. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.  School. Home. Homework. Revision. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.  School. Home. Homework. Revision. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody saaaaavveeeeee meeeee~ Boohoohooo... You know things are in a dire state when you find yourself ecstatic that you have time to borrow and read a non-school book. Haha. Sad, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the PPP Drama auditions are next wednesday and i think i'm just gonna give it a shot la, irregardless whether i'm good to go :) There's no harm in trying right? And i've been thinking over what mum said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02789edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess she's a biittt right (a bit only hor). Darn. Don't you just hate it when your parents are right for once? Hahhaa.. But of course la, im not gonna tell her that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i wanna indulge in some time for myself, reading that new book i just borrowed from the library today. hehee! With that, i shall leave you with this cool clip from the one and only, &lt;a href="www.youtube.com"&gt;Youtube.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7KVfEkkF0Q"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7KVfEkkF0Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114363419229035975?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114363419229035975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114363419229035975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/routine-edited.html' title='Routine. [[Edited]]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_ML3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114355510002768966</id><published>2006-03-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:18:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still mugging.</title><content type='html'>haha. How pathetic, i know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to understand National Income Accounting (that's the GDP, GNP, NNP shits you see in newspapers), so i shall leave you with the video clip of one of my favourite songs these past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/htjb1h4zeGA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/htjb1h4zeGA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Skalari Rude Klub - Skalariak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha! I just love to skank any-old-how in my room these days in order to destress myself. Yes, i love making a fool out of myself when nobody's looking (although sometimes i don't notice that someone &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; looking). hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K back to the notes :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114355510002768966?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114355510002768966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114355510002768966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-mugging.html' title='Still mugging.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114346456979818385</id><published>2006-03-27T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:44:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dull monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02989edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nothing remotely interesting happened today (other then the Maths Differentiation test being easy peasy and me being confident of getting at least a 12/15), i shall reply to the tag given to me by &lt;a href="http://-feelingthis-.blogspot.com"&gt;Nurul&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so apparently, i am supposed to list down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 different points of my perfect lover&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. After what i've gone through, i think i have a rough idea of what these 7 points are (although these may change as i grow older)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be sure that he loves me,&lt;/span&gt; thus he wouldn't be falling for his schoolmates etc. Ok even if he has crushes (a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt; infatuation), he won't torment me and hurt me so much by complimenting that girl over and over again in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Able to gain the likings of my friends and family&lt;/span&gt;. Which means, he tries to get into their good books and makes the extra effort to get to know them. He will not criticise them and will at least have the decency to smile back when one of them smiles at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respects me as a person and therefore am proud of my achievements&lt;/span&gt;. If i get an A in any of my subjects, for example, he will congratulate me and not say things like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alahh. You from JJC. There sure easy what the papers."&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If i'm in your school i also will get A lah. Big deal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is fairly religious&lt;/span&gt;. He will be there to remind me to perform my prayers, to stop us from going overboard etc. As i am the not-yet-there kind of girl from the religion aspect, i will need a guy to direct me to the right path, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Able to talk with me for hours and days and weeks (haha) non stop&lt;/span&gt;. This is really, really important. So far, only one guy had matched up to this and as you people know, he has flown off to God knows where. So yeah, someone who can talk about anything under the sun with me and not make me feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is commited to the relationship and thinks for the long term&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like getting into short-term relationships like some of my friends do, as i don't see the point of dating, holding hands, sharing your innermost thoughts etc to a person whom you know you'd dump a few weeks later. It's just... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is romantic&lt;/span&gt;. I guess that's self-explanatory :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i feel like adding more points lah. haha. Oh well, i guess i must stop here seeing that i have an Economics test to study for :/ Nyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. I'm supposed to tag 7 more people, but i guess i won't burden-ise anyone :P If you're bored, just do it, and say that you're tagged by me aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the physical aspect&lt;/span&gt;, he has to be at least the same height as me (which, is very very short), has solid abs, a nice smile and a huge bonus would be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goateeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i couldnt resist. heheheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114346456979818385?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114346456979818385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114346456979818385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-dull-monday.html' title='Another dull monday.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02989edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114338531352476182</id><published>2006-03-26T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:06:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum turns 15 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02986edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my Sunday in a corner of the Jurong East Regional Library trying to understand bloody Differentiation and Integration (Maths). Huargh! Rather last minute, seeing that i have a test on that topic tomorrow. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Dana came down ESPECIALLY to teach me, or else i'm screwed. Erm. Oklah, looking at my notes, i think i still am screwed but now at least i'm certain i won't get a big fat zero :p Thanks Dana Wana! I love you very very much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02988edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i got on MSN, Momo (who is my Malay Lit slacking partner but he holds the throne for the Slackerest person in class) chatted me up, saying that he had a dream that Cikgu Isa (the Malay Lit teacher) was strangling him whilst saying "DIE DIE DIE!" and a few other expletives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHHA. Sial ah i couldn't stop laughing. Goes to show just how much animosity the two hold against each other. Wakakaka. And Momo was so freaked out that started doing his Malay Lit homework the moment he woke up. Ahakz. Hilarious, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02987edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Dana and i left the library at 6 so i could head to Jurong Point, where the family and I planned to have dinner at Seoul Garden to celebrate my mum's 15th (wahaha) Birthday. I was so excited and happy, cuz turning *ehem* 15 is such a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i already bought for my mum a brooch from Chomel, i decided to fork out another 15 bucks to get her a birthday cake and surprise her with it by leaving halfway during dinner and coming back with the cake which i had ordered earlier. I knew it would make her happy, as both my brothers did not get her anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nope. Everything  went wrong :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we found out that Seoul Garden at JP already closed down, so i asked them to get a cab to Bukit Batok whilst i rush down to "collect something". 10 minutes later, she called me and started screaming and scolding me cuz she said i was taking my own sweet time, and that they had missed the cab. Ok fine, that i can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Did i mention the lady at the cake shop was taking her own sweet time strolling to and fro from the freezer? Bitch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she and the rest called, saying that they are at the other taxi stand. So fine, i went, cake in hand. Then when i finally met up again with them, the mum looked at the cake i was holding (which was from Polar), and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why buy from Polar? I got Swensen's voucher can get discount for the cakes there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;".. And how would i know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I told you just now what."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disappointed lah :( I took the trouble to buy her a brooch, ordered her a cake, took in her scolding which i shouldn't even get in the first place and she didn't even say thank you for all the efforts i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed silent throughout the dinner at Bukit Batok and the cake is still uncut in the kitchen right now. Last i heard, she was asking Farhan (the spoilt brat) if he wanted to eat the cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I really hate this man. I'M the one who bought the cake and Farhan didn't even contribute a fucking cent, and now he is saying it as if he bought it and i think mum thinks so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Ibu. I wanted to give you the best 50th Bday ever, but i guess you made that hard for me. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, readership has reached the highest ever record of 150! hahaha. Cool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114338531352476182?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114338531352476182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114338531352476182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mum-turns-15-d.html' title='My mum turns 15 :D'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02986edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114329562897232224</id><published>2006-03-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:53:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPA Finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02961edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have not bought for Pe'ah Totot her Bday gift, i decided to give her free tickets to the GPA finals. And so we spent our whole day of Saturday watching performances at NYJC while at the same time giving our support to &lt;a href="http://gigglejiggle.blogspot.com"&gt;Ikah Totot&lt;/a&gt; who was performing for her school (AJC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02962edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for the finals was extracted from one of Mahsuri SN's poems. I kinda forgot how it goes, but it was something along the lines of "Sesuap Nasi". So err yeah. Anyone care to refresh my memory? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mini-remembrance for the deceased poet, the 10 schools stole the stage. As our seating was rather far back during the performances, i didn't bother taking any pictures. hehe sorryy. All the schools put up a good show, although in my opinion NJC and First ToaPayoh underperformed :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02971edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then and thennn, whilst the judges were busy making decisions, Chico from Anugerah and a certain Didi from Kelana Purba (le sigh~) sang a few numbers. I don't find Chico cute lah, but his voice was woah. Power sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Didi.. oh that guy has the whole package (except for character, so i've heard). Haha. Should hear all the giggles coming from the numerous girls in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul Anwar was there too! Whilst entering the Theatre, both Pe'ah and I saw him at the same time, faced each other and said "Eh!!" with startled faces at the same precise timing. Wehehe. So funny. I later took a picture with him, but for certain reasons, won't be able to put it up here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02973edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02974edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02975edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results was kinda expected lah and i am especially happy for the SRJC team which was made out of wonderful peeps :) Oh and i must mention that MI bagged most of the solo-categories too, such as the Best Poetry. Congrats MI! (The MI guy in blue was crying tears of joy lah on stage. haha. how cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02977edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the host declared the event over, Pe'ah and I rushed out to look for Ikah and we FINALLY met up. haha. Giggling, hugging, taking photos.. Wehehe! So glad we managed to meet, even if it was only for 10 minutes :) Must learn to treasure every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then later-later some veryyy interesting events happened, which i can't blog about here due to certain reasons. Wahaha :/ Sorry peopleee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02978edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the crowd to clear, Pe'ah and I walked around taking random photos and bumping into old friends. It's a small world, i tell you. Both of us saw primary school friends, rivals, exes etc..  Haha. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02980edired.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but even though all we did was walk a wee bit, sat for a few hours and talked/ laughed like nobody's business, the moment Pe'ah and I entered the MRT, we were exhausted beyond words and slept like babies all the way back home. Which is why i'm feeling rather refreshed now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02981edired.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I guess from the choice of footwear you can just imagine our different personalities ey? Although we have our differences, i still love her to bits, as she's the only one who will play along with all my lame scenarios such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh Pe'ah look! The ladies' symbol for the toilet has lost its head! Do you know what that means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Omg! So only headless ladies can enter?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah! How? I need to pee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok let's tilt our head and try to sneak in. Hopefully they don't realise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both tilt head and enters toilet in a very sneaky manner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa. Yeah,  Peah rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The directors cut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/03/25/gpa-finals/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMPrivate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Those with the password CAN read this entry aight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114329562897232224?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114329562897232224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114329562897232224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/gpa-finals.html' title='GPA Finals.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02961edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114321743201511941</id><published>2006-03-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:55:02.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protected: Bang bang he shot me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/03/25/bang-bang-he-shot-me-down"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/PMSolace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have hoped for too much. I shouldn't have :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's time to built up the facade again. Btw, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; normal :) Thanks Claire. Faddy hearts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch the GPA Finals later at NYJC. Would have been better if i was performing instead of watching it though. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114321743201511941?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114321743201511941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114321743201511941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/protected-bang-bang-he-shot-me-down.html' title='Protected: Bang bang he shot me down.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_PMSolace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114313152477216452</id><published>2006-03-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:32:04.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's midnight now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday... and i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114313152477216452?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114313152477216452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114313152477216452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-midnight-now.html' title='It&apos;s midnight now.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114311698323896460</id><published>2006-03-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:32:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn~</title><content type='html'>Faddy is tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddystress.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing the part of a good student for the first time in months. For this week, I've not skipped a single lesson, not slept in any class (well, not purposely), handed up all my work on time.. the works. It is an acomplishment, but i'm sure as hell tired :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST i'm a student and THEN i'm a blogger. Wahaha. Therefore, i don't think you guys will see the usual many-many edited pictures kind of entries unless there really is an interesting event going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/stats1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for this blog which is getting boring-er, but I think i really need to start working :) And no, i am not declaring hiatus, cuz i still foresee myself rambling on short entries on a daily basis. Something like this, la. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Just an explanation if you're suddenly thinking of tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pictureess Faddyyy. I wannt pictureesssss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love you guys and thanks for being my loyal readers so far (wakaka), even if you're reading my entries just to bitch about me. Heh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now go concentrate on your own lives whilst i concentrate on my studies and we'll meet up again with interesting-er entries on a daily basis after the ALevels. Wahahaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blind - Lifehouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;and still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;a past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;that I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;that everything would be like is was before&lt;br /&gt;but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;that I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114311698323896460?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114311698323896460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114311698323896460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/yawn.html' title='Yawn~'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Faddystress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114303338389073883</id><published>2006-03-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:31:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay Cultural Society Meeting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02956edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meeting (emphasis on FIRST haha) had a good turnout, with &lt;s&gt;30 (40?)&lt;/s&gt; 59 JC1s turning up. The first thing that struck me was the sheer amount of females. Out of the many many people, there were only 6 - 8  guys. Very sad. Very very sad. (I think grrls will know why. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was kinda chaotic and messy at some points, but i think i did the presentation rather well, in the sense that i managed to get them to react the way i wanted them to react - by laughing :) Haha. Okay at least i hope if any of them had judged me as "stuck-up" due to my looks, they'd suddenly think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey she can't be stuck-up afterall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wehehhe! I am also quite amazed by the few non-Malays who wanted to join, and the fact that 20 people signed up for Malay Dance. The response for participation in upcoming competitions such as the Sahibba (scrabble) and Pesta Peti Putih were rather uplifting too. Let's just hope that they can uphold their words, though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Jon (the Director) for Pesta Peti Putih gave us his "vision" and "outlook" for the whole play and a brief description of it. I was impressed with his work and i daresay i look forward to working in the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i initially wanted to sign up as an actor, but seeing the amount of people who signed up as actors (some with experience) made me rather.. erm.. unsure of my decision. Because if i don't manage to get through the acting auditions, then i'd be left with no part to play in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course, sucks since all of you know I do want to be involved (one way or another) in this production. So I was offered a position as the Production Manager. Which is very enticing, but i am now in a huge dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, being Production Manager (PM) means i'll have to oversee the stage manager and the set manager (i think), keep track of this and that, key in alot of stuff in the computer etc. Which may bring about a lot of experience and teach me the know-hows on theatre productions, but really my cuppa tea is of course, acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dono lehhhh. If i follow my heart, i will just try out for the auditions in May even though my chances may be very slim BUT i risk not having any part to play in the production. If i follow my brain, i will just accept the position as the PM and at least know that i have a part to play in the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How now brown cow? I have up till Saturday to make my decision :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114303338389073883?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114303338389073883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114303338389073883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/malay-cultural-society-meeting.html' title='Malay Cultural Society Meeting.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02956edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114295156626269207</id><published>2006-03-21T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:32:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huargh!!</title><content type='html'>The first MSN nickname i saw when i turned on the program was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Khaiisevil.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks la Khai. You have succeeded in making my balls shrink. That's speaking metaphorically, of course. Since we know i do NOT have literal balls down there.... Or do i? (haha nah im messing with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. 6 months left. That ain't alot you know? Unless you look at it as 6 x 30 days = 180 days. Which MAY seem a lot but then you're just deluding yourself. Errksss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"THANKS LA KHAI! Can you get that offensive nick down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Haha.. Well it's effective ain't it? And you know the most ironic thing? Here i am preaching on MSN, when i should be like studying.. Hahah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want another irony? Here i am complaining about being worried and that there's only a short period of time left to study, and i am actually wasting time by blogging my thoughts. Wahaha. Oh wells :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end today off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Peah18.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at Zouk on August 1st :D Wahahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114295156626269207?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114295156626269207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114295156626269207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/huargh.html' title='Huargh!!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Khaiisevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114285321162404358</id><published>2006-03-20T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:43:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you get...</title><content type='html'>... when you decide to mix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/00018edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/pianist_the_2002.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02751editedi.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now make a good guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought a "Weeping *Loser* Faddy", you're DEAD wrong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought a "Sleeping Faddy", you're almost there (truth be told i am SO tempted to do that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought a "Weeping to Sleep Faddy", i give you 10 points for being creative, but TETT you're still wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a hint: It has something to do with SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you thought that it is a "Faddy with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02954edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you're right! Wehehe. Darn. I have a couple of essays and some maths assignments to complete and here i am blogging :) Goes to show where my priorities go ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood yet lah. The weather's so cool and cloudy, i am feeling super emo due to watching "The Pianist" and i am just feeling so darn PMS-y. How to do work, i ask you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yeah. Today was the first day of school. Mine went rather ok. Truth be told, i kinda have a warm feeling this morning during assembly due to the sense of being somewhere familiar, back with the familiar faces i've grown so used to. Or was it the hot and humid weather? Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, darls! Faddy has.. to.. try.. to.. do.. her.. work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. MUST.. GET.. OUT.. OF.. THIS.. CHAIR!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. MUST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 10 minutes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114285321162404358?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114285321162404358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114285321162404358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-do-you-get.html' title='What do you get...'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_00018edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114270068419649108</id><published>2006-03-19T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:22:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh weee oh wee!</title><content type='html'>2 essays down and 4 more to go! It's a race to the finishing line. I love having the home all to myself, sometimes. The freedom to do anything i want. Heh heh heh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school tomorrow and so do some of you. That sucks, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am also sick of this template but i don't really like to use any of those free templates from &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's so.. mass produced. It tickles me to read like 5 blogs, all using the same template. C'mon guys, go unique! (Well, at least edit some stuff from the original free one lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, anyone wanna create a template for me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I've added some new blog links under *favourites. Go check em out. Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertorial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/nanoplus-na.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend of mine is selling off his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creative Zen Nano Plus 512mb&lt;/span&gt;, in the above (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; color). He says that the condition is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.5/10&lt;/span&gt; and it is only 2 months of age which means it still has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 more months of warranty&lt;/span&gt;. And he is letting it go at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$155 (nego)&lt;/span&gt;. Please sms Faddy @ 97960346 if you have any enquiries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The above information is all quoted from him orkayy cuz i dont know anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02848edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02848edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense the time of the month coming :) And i think some of you readers know it too due to the onslaught of emotional rantings (which get deleted 10 mins later so lucky you if you manage to catch it). Wahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114270068419649108?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114270068419649108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114270068419649108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/ohhh-weee-oh-wee.html' title='Ohhh weee oh wee!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_nanoplus-na.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114267810085692232</id><published>2006-03-18T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:50:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of ambitions.</title><content type='html'>Young kids have a tendency of watching adults go to work and then envisioning what they themselves would work as when they grow up. Some people call it imagination, while others call it ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most boys would imagine themselves driving blazing red fire trucks or zipping through rush hour in a police car trying to nab bank robbers like the Triple Nine guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls would imagine themselves being models, actresses or maybe even being Ken's Barbie where they would then live happily ever after. haha.. (though i've not known a girl who had such an ambition. Anyone of you would like to fill that role? keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/astronautfaddy.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my very first ambition (at least the one which i remember to be my first) - i wanted to be an astronaut :) Haha. Weird, ey? I had just completed the "I am a young astronomer" badge in record time and was very amazed at the prospect of a whole new territory that has never been covered fully by scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/moondrawing.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would gawk at the night sky using the budget telescope Daddy bought for me. I would "study" the craters on the moon and then draw them (rather miserably, of course) along with millions of twinkling stars littered around (which of course, came out of my own imagination since you can never see that kind of sight in Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I subscribed to kiddy Science magazines and even freaked out when i managed to catch the planet Mars in the sky one night :) Hehe. It was a beautiful sight i tell you. (Though now i am starting to wonder whether what i saw was really Mars. Wahahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/neilarmstrong.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i discovered that humans can land on the moon!! Boy, was i overjoyed! I imagined myself going for trainings in zero-gravity areas, travelling to Russia's space thingies and even hopping on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i really thought i could be one. Seems stupid now if you ask me. haha. Anyway, i was such an astronomy freak that one of the happiest moments during my childhood was going for some NASA event organized in Singapore. keke. *cough*loser*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon that dream fell apart when i discovered that i'm 1) too short 2) half-blind 3) get dizzy easily and the most important point of all 4) Singapore doesn't even have plans to send people up there. Haha. What a wet blanket. And so my next ambition was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/vlo01.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be an actress just like Vernetta Lopez (remember how hot Under One Roof was last time?). Wahahaha. I started to write short plays, direct and act in them during my primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i was constantly chosen to be host in most of  my primary school events (school opening got some hotshot gahmen person i host one horrr) and to participate in any Malay performing competitions made me feel like "Hey.. maybe THIS is what i can be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i realised, that to be an actress like VLo, i have to have that kind of calibre in looks. Nyeahhh. Haha. So kindly refer back to &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-heres-my-holiday-edited.html"&gt;how i used to look like&lt;/a&gt; and you tell me why i decided to drop the not-so-hot ambition of mine. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/teach.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point of time in my life, i decided to be a Malay teacher. Having such inspirational malay teachers throughout my life (Cikgu Haryati/Cikgu Dalina in PPS, Cikgu Khalidah in BPGHS) made me love the Malay language so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me appreciate the beauty of the Malay language and this, i wanted to pass on to future generations to come. Getting all As in the Malay Language made me feel proud of myself, since i knew i could be very well a Malay teacher if i wanted to and the fact that the requirement does not state that "teachers have to be amazingly beautiful", i really really taught it was my call. Well, that is, until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/counselling1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to see the evils that lie on the street. I see/ hear about my friends doing all the wrong stuff, getting caught, running away from home, aborting their babies... I was kind of distraught and concerned that many of these kids on the streets are throwing their lives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided, hell, since most of my friends confide in me, that means i have a certain knack of being able to connect with people in deep shit. I wanted to wake these kids up and get them on the right track so that they could contribute to the society. I would provide... counselling :D or learn about the human behaviour so i could somehow change their ways indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i realised that half of the kids i've asked wants to enrol in the Psychology course in NUS. Which means that the chances of me getting in there is very.. very.. much slimmer. Bahhh! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/ambition.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Most people my age have already sorted out what they want to do when the grow up. Like &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt;, he is already deadset on being a designer. Or even &lt;a href="http://gigglejiggle.blogspot.com"&gt;Atikah&lt;/a&gt;, who plans to teach while being a host as a sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do? Ah. This fickle-minded mind of mine (wasn't that a mouthful hehe) keeps changing its ambitions ever so often i feel like i have lost the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this current point of time, i envision myself to be a Malay/Economics teacher who also acts as a counsellor to the kids at school, participates in theatre activities as a sideline and sleeps in a room with the walls painted to look like i am an astronaut surrounded by the vastness of outer space :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough choice, but i'll get there someday. Wahhahaha. Anyway, enough about me. What was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; childhood ambition?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114267810085692232?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114267810085692232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114267810085692232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-ambitions.html' title='Of ambitions.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_astronautfaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114261299304619205</id><published>2006-03-17T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:29:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play a game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02948edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok he has like 2 lines shaved on the left of his head, and 1 line on his right. He is as cute as a teddy bear and is currently employed as a designer by Buttcheeks. He is also part of the Red Ruby group, where Nassy is the other member :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a person in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sureeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you very very verrryy sureee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahha. Ok enough suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person behind the laptop iz none other then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02949edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! haha. Cheers to you if you got that right cuz it means you have been an avid reader of chapterxtwo.blogspot.com and you now know my whole life! Errksss. Haha.. Anyway typo error there. It's supposed to be &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Hak&lt;/a&gt; and not hulk. Hehe :P Sorry kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we did quite a bit of studying done,  a miracle since we only met at around 3pm. I am proud to say that i have finished 1 essay out of the 6 i am supposed to do! (Nevermind the fact that i am left with 2 days to complete the other 5. Darn!) Teeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02950edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7pm we decided to call it quits, so we rang up Nassy for our usual round of Red Ruby dessert :D Half an hour later the minah reached and so after chilling out abit more at McDonalds (where Kim was busy blogging), we headed out to the coffeeshop next door to embark on our quest. The quest.. to dig into red rubieeeesss :D Mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02951edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the bad attempt at poetry :P Haha.. We only bought 2 bowls of Red Rubies as Kim decided to use his share of money to treat us to BBQ chicken. Oh my God! I've found one more nice food at Pioneer Mall! The BBQ chicken was SO sinfully oily and delicious. Yummy! I guss you'll see me there often the next few weeks. Heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02952edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting our fill, we headed to our favourite nook and had the talk cock sessions. I think the next time i head to Pioneer Mall, i'd bring carpets and cushions and maybe paint to make the nook more comfy for us. Wahaha. It was really like a small platform with so much privacy lah :) So exciting right?! It's like having a treehouse!! hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02953edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our topic this time revolved around friends, so when Nassy started telling us about her schoolmate named Squirrel, Kimi and I decided to have an action to accompany it and the result is the above. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime the name "Squirrel" pops up, the three of us will have to do the action. Kwangkwangkwang~ Like small kids, right? Heh. Oh well. It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; fun :) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodnight readers! Faddy wants to watch Mr Deeds again since she rented the vcd till Monday. Must make full use whaaaat. So must watch until i get so sick of it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114261299304619205?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114261299304619205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114261299304619205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s play a game!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02948edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114253934384603223</id><published>2006-03-17T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T04:15:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protected: Thing of the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/03/17/thing-of-the-past"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 68px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Private.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; (i hope you know who you are), i wish you a good life ahead and i hope you'll remember the memories we made :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my economics book back someday, haha. Keep that thing on your desk so it will be easily accessible, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodnight buggers! Or should i say good morning since it IS 4am? haha.. K toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114253934384603223?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114253934384603223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114253934384603223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/protected-thing-of-past.html' title='Protected: Thing of the past.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Private.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114252326180615001</id><published>2006-03-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:40:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the zoo in space!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02945edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. Me being named the Alien, &lt;a href="http://cherrybluelips.blogspot.com"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt; being named the Pig and Ashrithaa being named the Rhino.. Put us together and you get a zoo in space. Get it? Zoo in space? Alien visiting the Rhino and Pig? Wahahhaha. Ok shut up, Faddy. It's not funny at all :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02946edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Ginza Plaza (that's a very ulu shopping centre at West Coast, btw) to study and "chill out" so to speak. I think we "chilled out" much more then studying la, as usual. Wahaha. Oh wells~ I didn't have the mood to study anyway, so i didn't lose out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go Sentosa-ing initially, but due to the dreaded time of the month, we had to cancel Sentosa. Then somehow up till last night the plans were changed to Badminton-ing. And then somehowwww it was changed to studying at Claire's new crib. And then all of a sudden we ended up at McDonalds. How exciting right compared to our initial plan? Buh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02947edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whateversss. Cuz Faddy brought the cards she bought at Pulau Pangkor! Hehe i'm evil. They were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can you study, bitch?! You're the only one doing something unproductive here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No mood lah. Eh look at what i brought.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shit the bitch brought cards! Keep it! We shall not be tempted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we plaayyy? For a whiileee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fine~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow we ended up playing cards for around 2 hours i think? Haha. I was totally slaughtered in Daidee but won 1 out of the 4 games of Bluff. Wahaha. The pig won once too while the Rhino won twice. I guess she massacred the public stereotype that Chinese people are better gamblers :D or maybe Pig just sucks at it. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02944edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in our flow of conversations, the topic regarding &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-heres-my-holiday-edited.html"&gt;how i looked like in the past&lt;/a&gt; came about and we begun to compare EzLinks. Wehehe! So funny lah! I think all of us looked horrible if we compare to ourselves now, as all of us grow up into teenagers, we have this desire and need to look nicer so we try our best to amend the stuff we don't like about our physical attributes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! You ARE prettier/handsomer now then before! All of you! Now give yourselves a pat on the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wehehe. And i SO didn't realise i was such a bitch in Secondary 1 and 2. According to Rhino, i totally flipped her off when i was introduced to her for the first time. haha. Oh man! -slaps forehead- I'm so glad i changed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i'd like to think i have. Wahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114252326180615001?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114252326180615001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114252326180615001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/trip-to-zoo-in-space.html' title='Trip to the zoo in space!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02945edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114243748763178949</id><published>2006-03-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:48:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama workshop :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02932edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned earlier, i was to attend a drama (acting) workshop today which was conducted by the Theatre Ekamatra peeps, specifically, Sani Hussein. Initially i had doubts on whether or not i should go, as my name was the only one which was submitted. But after much pleadings, Fara agreed to accompany me :) YAY! I love you many many, minah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02933edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop was conducted in this very ulu building, apparently the homeground for many malay performing arts groups, such as the above-mentioned theatre ekamatra as well as the dance troup, SriWarna. The place was rather cosy though and it gives off old-school vibes. Ooh! I loike! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02935edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara and I reached on the dot at 2pm and after changing into trackpants and loose tshirts, we were ushered into this small room (like Black Box). I expected many more participants, but i guess a smaller group works better as we get more critics and attention. The participants ranged from JCs, NP, NAFA and NUS even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02936edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few activities we did were of course ice-breaking sessions, to keep the ball rolling lah, so to speak. I was quite amazed at my abilities to remember all the names in such a short while! Wahaha. Faddy doesn't have short term memory anymore (i hope)! Yippee! Now &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt;, you can't call me DumbBlonde anymore ohkay! I can remember names! Kekekeke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;a href="http://nafrikid.blogspot.com"&gt;Irfan&lt;/a&gt; was attending the workshop too! But hor, i think he and i will never end up having a proper conversation together even though we keep bumping into each other at such events. hahaha.. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02939edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to know each other better, the Shifu (Sani lah who else) started coaching us on movements. We did mirror, forehead to palm, shoulder to palm, knee to palm and contact movement exercises thingy (hehe sorry if u dun understand, cuz i also dont know how to explain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right, i attended the course thinking we'd learn acting acting kinda stuff. You know, as in facial expressions, body language, that kinda thing? But today we learnt more of the "abstract theatrics movements". The kinda theatrics which seem more like a coordinated dance movement. Hmm.. ok lah. It was rather interesting and i did learn much stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like focusing, being aware of your body, connecting with ur ensemble and even acting out a play WITHOUT rehearsing even once (the first one we did turned out very nice somemore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02941edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner in crime for the day is a J1 from Pioneer JC whose name is Ridzwan. Err. At least i think thats how its spelled :P haha. Couldn't have asked for a better partner lah. We connected pretty well and were at the same seriousness/lameness level wahahah. So yeah.. Was quite glad when we were mentioned a few times by the Shifu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02942edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wehehe! So i did have a fun time la, at the workshop. And the things i learnt just makes me wanna learn more. I know for a fact i pale in comparison to some of the participants there (like Irfan, Fara, a girl named Raudhah from NAFA etc), but i guess if i can continue to work hard and sharpen my skills *ehem* i can get better :D InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only i can somehowwww tell my mother :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02943edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole drama workshop was over, Fara bumped into her SriWarna mates and stopped by for a chat. I, being the kpo as i always am (wahaha), tagged along and watched her mate dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i mean MATE as in guy. Geez. He was soooo graceful and vogue, can? I feel so ashamed as a lady. wahahahha!! Oh wells. Anyway listening to them talk about performances and auditions.. sigh. I so wanna involve myself in the theatre scene.. somehow. Doesn't really matter as a writer, actress or even the audience. Really. It doesn't matter. I just want to be involved in it in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my mother can understand. Booohooohooooo~ (man i so feel like Khairul Anwar in the drama Teman Anugerah. Wahahahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114243748763178949?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114243748763178949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114243748763178949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/drama-workshop.html' title='Drama workshop :)'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02932edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114234690973428682</id><published>2006-03-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:48:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Pangkor Holiday!</title><content type='html'>I'd just like to warn you that this entry is infested with swarms of pictures. So it will be tough on you guys who do not have broadband connection. Sorry ey? Ok that aside, lets begin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02756edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, every entry will have a picture of me camwhoring, so let's begin with that so that we can focus on other events later. Wehehhe! See my new shades? I dunch care if you think its fugleh, cuz it provided me with maximum protection during my trip :) Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i do have limited amount of tshirts. 7, to be exact. How sad right? Waahaha! And i think my brother has gone cuckoo. Who the hell wears a TIE on a beach vacation? -.-||| Bleargh. Notice how much taller he is compared to me now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02770edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were altogether 21 of us, which compromised of 4 family units, a set of grandparents and a swinging single aunt. The coach was a 24-seater, which meant that we controlled the whole freaking bus! Wahahaha! So syiok man. It was as if we chartered the coach for ourselves. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02765edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on a coach has never been an easy thang for me. So instead of trying to force myself to sleep, i went around waking up my relatives and asking them to camwhore with/for me. Hehe! It ain't a big surprise when everyone asked me to shut up and forced me back to my seat after a while :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02931editedi.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like an eternity, we finally reached Perak. But i guess the loonnggg torturing ride there was so very much worth it, as you can see from the picture above. The view was fuckintastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02785edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what i mean? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02792edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, the ferry system there is kinda screwed up. It's like there was no signboard informing us where, how and when to line up to get the tics so we had to ask like a gazillion people around for information. And at last, we found out that the ticketing counter was... a dilapitated wooden table at one corner. Wow :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing was, the toilet was open only during office hours!! Erks. You put me on a 6hours busride and you give me no toilet?! I had to walk around 100m to the nearest open (and clean) coffeeshop, put on a huge amount of makeup (metaphorically lah. You know, make my skin thicker. Wahah) and used their loo without buying anything. Hehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02931editedii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later, the ferries finally arrive and the throngs of people milling around the jetty all pushed and shoved to get seats. Luckily my family decided to lay back first and let the crowd clear, because we were suddenly informed that the hotel we booked had a private jetty and private beach, which meant lesser people on our ferry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02931editediii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 2-storeys ferry, the second floor being open-aired whilst the 1st floor was airconditioned. Needless to say all the uncles aunties grannies stayed downstairs whilst the "cooler" bunch (wahahha) went up to enjoy the view and morning breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02798edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02797edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right nice right? I took many more pictures actually, but the quality was much much worse then these. So yeah :/ Anyway half an hour and a messy messy hairdo later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02931editediiii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Pulau Pangkor! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02802edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02803edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the moment we got off the ferry, we were packed into this prison-styled van, bars and all, and were whisked off to our hotel :D Initially, i thought we were staying in the hotel-hotel kinda hotel, but turns out we were staying at a resort! Hehe! So pweety!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02805edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02930editedi.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures i took don't give justice to the place, really. The room was by far the nicest room i have ever stayed in and the view from the room was just.. MasyaAllah. You should have seen the sunsets. Le sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02930editedii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After de-packing our luggage and stuff, it was time to hit the waters! Nevermind that it was 12 noon, or the fact that the sun was right smack in the middle of the sky. Hhahha! I guess the first day was the fun-nest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02930editediii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi and i canoed until our arms dropped off and even jet-skied! Haha. No pictures of us jet-skiing though. We were too hyped to get anyone to take pictures, and my mom was too worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh my God! Is that them? Why are they so far out? Everyone else jet-skis only around this area and they are like nearing the open sea! Are they having an instructor with them? Fadhilah can't swim! Oh my God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha. Mak aih. Classic man :D Cute lah my mak. And she kept repeating how worried and amazed she was at our abilities even till now :/ Hahha.. And so we spent the whole day on the beach and later ate seafoooodddd at the local shops by the beach :) yum yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02809edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! There was this one time when i headed down to the giftshop to get some snacks, when i saw this monkey sneaking in. It went behind the counter, took a packet of keropok, and scampered off. Then when i went back up to my room, there sitting at the stairs was that said monkey eating his catch! Wahaha. So cute and smart kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02930editediiii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Can't believe im only at the 2nd day. Wahaha. Are you guys like drooling and sleeping on your keyboard already? Kekekeke. Anywhoos, the second day was very much sight seeing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it a sucky day. Haha. Pulau Pangkor has nothing to sightsee! Oh my god its like the boringest tourist attraction EVER i tell you. The only nice things there were the beaches (which, if i might add, is still of a lower standard compared to Pulau Redang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um. Nothing much to say except enjoy the pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02828edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02837edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02846edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02846editedi.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's loads more pictures of camwhoring but they're all at my aunt's camera (oh! i forgot to mention. ALL the families are still enjoying the holiday at Genting now but my family has to return due to school/work commitments. Bleargh). So when she passes em to me, i'll upload more aight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting in the hotel room for a while, the 21 of us met up at 5pm and headed back to the beach! ehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02863edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02860edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02866edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02872edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02879edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02880edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Pangkorbeachchairsunset.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02880editedii.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02880editedi.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam in the huggeee waves, built sandcastles and forts and ponds, joked around with other tourists and played Sandball (the uncles and aunts joined in too!) So fun! I was kinda pissed at the beginning cuz initially, the aunts and uncles promised to go banana-boating and parasailing with me but backed out due to "strong currents". Bahhh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02870edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02874edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all was good in the end, i guess :) I did have fun doing kiddy stuff once in a while, that can't be denied. At around 730pm we packed up and went back upstairs to perform prayers and an hour later, met up again to have dinner together-gether by the beach. Aww how romantic! Wahhahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02874editedi.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "older" aunts and uncles played Scrabble, while the younger ones (at least young at heart la wahaha) and the teenagers played cards. Wehehe! I'm the pro-est at bluff, daidee and heart attack! All hail Faddy! All hail Faddy! hehe But i guess if you put me with a bunch of cheenones, i'll surely lose lah. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention we played a hell lot of snooker? Must have spent more then 50RM on snooker man. haha. So much so that the mat manning the counter recognised my face already. wahahha! (have i mentioned a numerious amount of staff there were quite cute? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02900edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02901edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02904edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02907edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending off the relatives (they had to catch the morning ferry), the family and I had breakfast, walked around the beach for the last time, and off we went back to Perak. Boohoo. I really regret not trying out parasailing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Anyways, since we reached Perak at 4, we had 4 hours to burn as our coach leaves at 830pm. The mom and I asked around to see if there were any shopping centres that we could go to, as all the shops there were selling the same items: Pangkor shirts, pangkor keychains, pangkor food, pangkor umbrellas. Urgh! You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the teenagers we asked quoted a mall named "Fajar". So i was quite excited lah. Cmon man. Go Malaysia holiday must go shopping what and since teenagers quoted that place, must be quite hip mah. And so we took a cab and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02913edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trendiest mall at Perak was a 3storey high Giant-supermarket thingy. No words can describe how i felt, i tell you. Feeling unsatisfied, i probed further and found out that that area has NO cinema whatsoever and that the nearest REAL shopping centre is at Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erks. How can the teens there survive?! That shall be the greatest mystery on the planet. Anyways, like i said, all the shops there were exact replicas of each other, well, all that is, except for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02922edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop is named "Galeri Percha" and is located near the ferry terminal. If you ever happen to go Pulau Pangkor, be sure to visit that said shop. The interior design was superb! White washed flooring, walls with weird color combinations which somehow works, nice fabrics and very very nice antiques. Very rad, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stuff they sell there are also much nicer and cooler compared to the other shops. The lady manning the shop seemed very educated and we talked for around half an hour. hehehe. She even told me how to get the effect that her floors had :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02930edirted.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah. I guess that's it. I am POOPED i tell you. This has gotta be the longest time i've ever spent blogging. Bah! To think that most of you shooed me from your msn conversations forcing me to blog first. Boohoohooo. Oh wells. K.. er.. i guess that's it. Sorry if the entry is too long and draggy. Heh.. Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT. -slaps forehead- how can i forget? The coach that my family took back to Johor was full of the kampung mamaks. Full, as in, the only non-kampung mamaks were my family. And the thing is, they were those kind who have a certain distinct strong smell. Haha.. it took a bit of getting used to i tell you but after i overcame that, i slept like a baby all the wayyy home :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114234690973428682?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114234690973428682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114234690973428682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/pulau-pangkor-holiday.html' title='Pulau Pangkor Holiday!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02756edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114233905213309918</id><published>2006-03-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:24:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faddy's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Pangkorbeachchairsunset.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY! Guess who is back guess who is baaaaaaccckkk? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! Its me, Faddy!! Hwahwahwahwa. Lame as ever, i tell you. The only difference about me after that 4 day trip is my skin color :/ Errks. Faddy's chaotar-ed to the point of no return. Blame the whiteass beaches, wonderful weather and warm seawater! Blame them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently uploading my pictures into the computer so i can edit em and you know.. blog :) Hehe. Man, i'm so addicted to this blogging shit so just bear with me. Hold on to your pants till the next blog entry! Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I would like to warn you, that the picture quality in the next entry will suck :/ Man, its time for me to get a real camera instead of using my 7600. (But nice right the pic above i took? Hehehe..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114233905213309918?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114233905213309918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114233905213309918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/faddys-back.html' title='Faddy&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Pangkorbeachchairsunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114196709639649420</id><published>2006-03-10T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:29:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's my holiday! [[Edited]]</title><content type='html'>Good evening readers! I'll be leaving Singapore in a few hours time, and i am seriously all psyched for my trip :) The bags are packed and all that's left to do is to wait for the aunt's call so that we can hop on the coach aaaalll the way to Pulau Pangkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Pangkor1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee! Pristine beaches! Here i come!! Pray for my family's safe journey ya? All 21 of us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos, since i will be away from today onwards till Tuesday, i have decided to leave you guys with an entry that will hopefully keep you entertained for the next 4 days i am away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst i was looking at my photo albums last night, i can safely say i have grown from one ugly duckling into the acceptable looking girl i am now. Haha! At the rate i am going, if all things remain constant, i'll be a helluva pretty lady when i'm 20plus. Wahaha!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy presents Faddy's teenage years blooming period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddy11.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous Ez-Link mug shot that got all my friends laughing like crazy after looking at it. It's that bad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddy12.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is worse, i guess. Now all my primary school friends will remember me as the nutcase. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddy13.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weheheh! I'm in Commonwealth Sec! Notice how high my (as well as Peah's) skirt is. Kekeke. And notice my "Oh im so cool" pose. Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddy14.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the "Oh i'm so cool pose". Haha. Muka maintain sister! And look how cute &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com"&gt;Kimi&lt;/a&gt; is! (He's on the top right, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddy15.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3.. The year i started tying my hair ever since some Mats on the bus called me a "pontianak's daughter". Wahaha. Notice how tight i tie my hair? That's one of the reasons as to my balding scalp problem that i have now :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddy16.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec4.. As you can see, not much changes from a year ago :) Except i grew a BIT more boobies. Hahahhahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Faddy17.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Current JC1 picture :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit i know i'm still far from society's description of a "pretty" lady, but hell, i am very much thankful that i've gone this far. Imagine if i still look like how i was when i was 11. That, my dear readers, will be enough reason for me to pour acid on my face. Wahaha! (JK aight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i pledge that i will keep looking better every year, and will log how i look like :D hehe. So fun right? Now all of you go dig up your old pictures and post an entry similar to this! Faddy wanna see em when she returns :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy bids you goodbye and we will meet again on Tuesday :) Don't miss me too much, aight. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Edited]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana called me a few mins ago, saying that our school was selected to join a nationwide drama competition, &lt;a href="http://inkpot.com/theatre/03reviews/03revpestpetiputi.html"&gt;Pesta Peti Putih (White Box Festival)&lt;/a&gt;. And apparently, Cikgu wants me to be in the acting crew and has selected me and a few others to go for a one day acting course this Wednesday with Sani Hussein, the only Malay actor in &lt;a href="http://www.artscentral.sg/2006/What%27s%20Showing/Monday/index.htm"&gt;Nine Lives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say i have zilch acting experience and am rather nervous about working with Sani Hussein and the other participants in the course, cuz im sure most of them were chosen due to their acting experience. But hell, this IS a one in a lifetime chance so i guess i'm gonna learn whatever i can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that worries me the most, is whether or not i should tell the mother. Remember &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/gema-puisi.html"&gt;how she reacted&lt;/a&gt; during the other drama competition (the Gema Puisi Artistik)? Sigh. The one day course on Wednesday i can just lie and say i've school or something, but when the rehearsals for the White Box Festival competition begins in June, I'm sure the cat will be out of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i then expect all hell to break lose. Blearrrghh. How i wish my mum supports my theatre interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shuddup Faddy. Go enjoy your holidays first. Heh :D Bye agaaiinnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114196709639649420?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114196709639649420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114196709639649420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-heres-my-holiday-edited.html' title='So here&apos;s my holiday! [[Edited]]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Pangkor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114191625256734358</id><published>2006-03-09T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:57:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02749edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/frust-lah.html"&gt;letting out the fume&lt;/a&gt;, i bathed, prayed and went out to meet Fara so that we could study/complete our homework together. That girl is one IT-retard, i tell you. heh. Ok scroll down a little, look at the tagboard and spot her name there. She just learnt how to tag today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all give her a round of applause. *clap clap clap* Heh :D Bugger never fails to amaze me with her IT-related questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02754edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, i queued up behind this jiggling man. Oklah i dont know what race he is, but he looks Myanmar-ish so let's just call him Jiggling Myanmar Man (or JMM in short). So the JMM right, he was walking from the MRT to the busstop while bobbing his head hiphopper style. So cuttee! haha. Imagine lah a 30plus year old rolly polly man doing that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were queueing up in the line, he actually closed his eyes and gelek (shake) his ass like grooveeehh baby! Kekeke. Fine thing was, JMM's shaking was in tune with the song playing on my iPod so i was very very amused till i accidentally let out a small chuckle. Lucky he was closing his eyes sia, if not he paiseh then i also paiseh for making him paiseh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02751edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mommy wrote me a letter, a usual occurance everytime we have a tiff. The thing with mommy and i, usually when we're not happy with each other, we'll write a letter to each other. Cuz I (as annoying as it is) followed in her footsteps, in the sense that I'm freaking emo and talking a biiittt of sad things will make me cry like a baby already. Chet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this, we cannot talk things out, cuz confirm plus chop both will cry and end up the whole house will be flooded. Haha. So we write letters expressing our feelings. I guess it helps in a way. It's a form of communication, rather then keeping things in and thus not being able to understand what the other is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. So ok back to the letter. Surprisingly, this letter was more... mature... compared to the past letters she gave me. In the past right, all her letters go something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're a bad daughter cuz you don't listen to me. You disappoint me. How can you do this to me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. that kinda thing? Truthfully it worked the first few times cuz it makes me feel guilty like hell and therefore i'll change (for a while hehe). But then how far can you go pulling on my guilty conscience kan? I was kinda like.. immune already? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's letter was very much meaningful-er, in a sense that she wrote her reasons for doing what she did, included some Hadith and stuff, explained that she didn't mean to control me but it's for the greater good cuz i'm a girl that kinda thing. She wrote about how she's sorry for snapping and scolding me at the shopping centre in front of the salesman, and how she understands my anger etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised, really. Hmmmm. I admit i did over-react. It is just shorts, afterall :) I think i shall work a compromise with her. Maybe find some 3/4 bermudas or something cuz truthfully, between you and me, i still think that black pants is ugleh. Wahahhaa :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Mummy and i shall let you enjoy the rest of the night while i write a letter back to her :) And then tomorrow i shall embark on my long awaited trip to Pulau Pangkor. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I think writing letters is a cute thing to do. Go write a letter to your parents! It'll make their day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114191625256734358?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114191625256734358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114191625256734358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/breathe.html' title='Breathe.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02749edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114188566909602774</id><published>2006-03-09T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:30:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frust lah!</title><content type='html'>[[Warning: Entry written 5mins after event, contains MUCH anger and pissiness and entry WILL be edited later at night aight :) So please tune in later. wahaha! ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the mum wasnt satisfied when i refused to show her what i bought yesterday and she did what most mothers would do... she ransacked my entire wardrobe to find the bikini and boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to her the boxer was too short (its knee length!!)  and the bikini was revealing (I'm wearing a SHIRT over it and i've got no tits to reveal also!!). Like wtf kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went to Jurong Point and got me this long LONG black pants which are so fugleh and says that i've to wear those or i can't join in the water sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. am.. fucking.. pissed. And now we're not even talking to each other after having a fight at the shopping centre. Fuckssss. Totally ruined my entire holiday mood. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really am irritated that my mum is so conservative. I mean i know lah it's aurat blablabla, but my stand is that i wanna experience what most of my friends are experiencing at this age lah. And it's not like i'm doing something freaking horrible kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm entering university next year (InsyaAllah) and THAT's when i'll curb all my curiousities and grow up. DONT YOU UNDERSTAND MAK?! NEXT YEAR. And URGH, it's just shorts lah. She was saying it as if i was going to prance around naked in front of my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I see the shorts and i feel like crying that my daughter is turning like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUUUUCCKK. Urgh. It's not like im turning into black spaghettis mini skirts minahs kan!? It's just loose KNEE LENGTH shorts (which looks like PE shorts) for the BEACH and you make me as if i'm like some budak hanyut. Eeeee geramnye aku!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frust frust frust frust! Whatever lah. I'm so leaving the house in 30mins even though i just got home. Can't stand being emotionally blackmailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? I want to wear my shorrtss! I dunch want to wear that long long black fugleh pants and look so horrible :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114188566909602774?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114188566909602774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114188566909602774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/frust-lah.html' title='Frust lah!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114183237934681146</id><published>2006-03-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:20:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>As i am SO uber duper excited to go to Pulau Pangkor this friday with the dad's side, i decided to get myself some nicer beachwear. Hehe! Initially, i got the Pig to accompany me shop but my inferiority complex got the better of me :/ And so i decided to shop alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. This inferiority complex thing, i wanna clarify it's a problem I face due to my own insecurities and it has nothing to do with the Pig. So don't go about thinking she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; or whatever shit cuz she is SO not. I love the Pig for being understanding :) Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02746edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywhooos, like i was saying, i initially wanted to go alone. But when Nassy found out that I was all alone at Orchard, she flew from her school which was at Bugis and accompanied me to shop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought like 60 bucks of random stuff - A set of bikinis, boxer short, huge shades, earrings, slippers etc etc. Wakakaka! My mum was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OH MY GOD! YOU SPENT 60 FREAKIN BUCKS ON THESE?! NAGNAGNAG!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to blank out for around an hour la :p But when i tried on the whole combination and posed about in my room (ok stop laughing now), i think it was worth every single penny. I think i look sexy, can? (Ok you REALLY need to stop laughing now and i know i'm flat thank you) :D Waahahhha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity i can't be wearing the bikini out in the open but OH WELL :/ At least i can ogle at myself. How much more self love can one portray, i ask you? Hehe. Anyways you'll get to see the stuff if i wear them during the trip to the island in Msia this weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02748edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nassy for the treats! I lurve the pink socks you bought for me, by the way :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114183237934681146?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114183237934681146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114183237934681146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02746edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114174344101026890</id><published>2006-03-07T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:57:21.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity.</title><content type='html'>Warning: My Engrish is very all over the place in this entry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the very short study-date with Ms Piggy aka Claire at Jurong East library, i headed back to Jurong Point by myself to have a look around as it has been such a long time since i've last stepped foot into that building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like going Jurong Point la. That place is SO crowded 24-7 and it makes me feel rather claustrophobic, all the bumping and nudging etc. You may never know whether that bump was an innocent bump or one of intentions, if you get what i mean :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that it's the port for numerous BanglaGays showing Public Display of Affection (like holding hands, rubbing buttcheeks, a peck here and there) just creeps me out big time. Right right right?... I don't mind gays/lesbians, really. But i do have an issue with them exercising PDA. It's just... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. So anyway, where was i? Oh yes. So after that mini tour around the shopping centre, i decided to get back home. And so when i was walking back to the bus interchange, i bumped into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02745edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nassy!! Yay!! :D Since she told me she wanted to get some school stuff and that she was alone, i decided to accompany her. Back in we went, shopping for her stuff. Blablabla :) So as we were walking back to the bus interchange, Nassy rambled that she felt like indulging in Red Ruby. So we decided to call Kimi, and then a few steps later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02744edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out that Kimi was actually at Boon Lay Interchange too! Hahah. What a coincidence kan? The timing was perfect, i tell you. It was as if we rehearsed the procedure a million times before. Very chun chun! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02740edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the two buggers have been walking home instead of riding the bus since like FOREVER, i had to accomodate them and off we started on the 2.4km journey to Pioneer Mall for the beloved bowl of Red Ruby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siall ahhhh (heh Minah sesat for a while) they ended the trek like normally, when MY legs were like cramping and aching everywhere. Shittos. How to fly fly like the wind and finish 2.4km in under 13mins for napfa i ask you? Bluek :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02743edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But DAMN it was worth it. I think from now onwards Red Ruby is like my favouritest desert. Now you know what to get me everytime we eat supper together-gether alrightt? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After desert, we managed to find a corner (Mat minah lepak one corner literal meaning haha), and there we sat for an hour talking. Surprisingly, our conversation this time circled around education and the vicious cycle that Malay families are trapped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt kinda ironic, lepak-ing one corner whilst talking about these issues. Weheheh! But nevermind la, i did have much fun, and it was a more fruitful conversation as compared to normal conversations so i have no complains :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiiiight. Good night readers! Faddy has school tomorrow. Bleargh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114174344101026890?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114174344101026890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114174344101026890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02745edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114159646389831154</id><published>2006-03-06T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:13:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erks! [[Edited]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;O.o |||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of you buggers read through ALL my archives?! From 12am to 130am today?! Own up ownnn uppp!!! Nothing better to do isit? Wakakaka. Yes, i am paranoid like that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos, Faddy just can't wait for this week to be over and done with so that she can get her 1 week (not-so-deserved) break! Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do! Going Msia with the whole of daddy's side, Sentosa with the MCS peeps, outing with the CSS babes, some outing with RhinoPig, meetup with Kimi and many many many other things!! Weee so exciting! Are you excited with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you do realise that there's no studying involved? Wahah! I shall make next week my 1 week of enjoyment before i start getting down to business! Well, at least that's the plan lah. Whether it works that way or not, that's another story :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daa~ Gonna have my afternoon nap now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114159646389831154?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114159646389831154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114159646389831154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/erks-edited.html' title='Erks! [[Edited]]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114157479493085077</id><published>2006-03-05T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:06:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my couzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02737edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the whole day by myself *cough thanks to RhinoPig*, i got a pleasant surprise by the Bestestest Couzy ever when she texted me that she wanted to meet up :) And so after picking me up at my place at 830 pm, we headed out to Jurong Point to have a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Mocha and Chocolate Frappe, we talked alot about the usual catching up stuff, and this time our convo revolved mostly on Parents. After 2 hours of non-stop talking (fuh my mouth is like so cramped up right now), for the first time in 17 years, i texted my parents the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Talking to Ica about alot of family stuff made me very thankful i have parents like ayah and ibu.. You two have been great parents, although we do have our tiffs now and then.. I love you!! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02738edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the times Ica/Anz (they're the same person, btw) spends time with me, as i really do love her loads. I guess blood is thicker then water :) I still stand that 2 hours is NOT enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Ica! When's our next outing? Faddy misses the times we used to have sleepovers and roam around Tampines like nobody's business late at night and stuff.. Haha.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oraits i'm in a very happy mood, as you can see. The only thing spoiling the whole atmosphere is this voice at the back of my head going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sleep lah Bitch. You got school tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114157479493085077?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114157479493085077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114157479493085077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-my-couzy.html' title='I love my couzy!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02737edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114152481042568158</id><published>2006-03-05T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:13:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum di Hum... [[edited]]</title><content type='html'>The outing with the Totots today had to be cancelled as Peah Totot's granddaddy had to be hospitalised again, i think. Let's all du'a for him aight? It's hard not to feel pain when you have 3-4 kinds of cancer in you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bismillah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i'm left to spend my Sunday buried in books. Which, of course, isn't a bad thing considering the fact that i lazed my Saturday away. Thereotically, Saturday was supposed to be buried in books but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I shall start at 4pm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tick..Tock..Tick..Tock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okays.. 5pm lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tick..Tock..Tick..Tock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine~ After Maghrib!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tick..Tock..Tick..Tock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man. What a nice show. After 10pm lah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tick..Tock..Tick..Tock..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zzzz...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea, don't you? Hahaha.. Hopefully today will bear more fruit as compared to yesterday :) InsyaAllah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[edited]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Since i have time to laze away, shall reply to the tag given by Kimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ann's lovin the sunset&lt;br /&gt;2. My world~finally paradise found~&lt;br /&gt;3. My Strawberry Short Cake&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://linajuliana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Search For You Has Just Started...Where Are You?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://onacrack.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Collection of Thoughts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://haksmic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uniquely HaK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faddy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then you select 5 people to pass the love on to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fana&lt;br /&gt;2) Hajar&lt;br /&gt;3) Hafizah&lt;br /&gt;4) Nawa&lt;br /&gt;5) Radhiyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And here it goes&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing 10yrs ago??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me a Primary 4 student in Pioneer Primary. So my guess is that i'm slogging away in textbooks and having kiddy crushes on the neigbour's son. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Songs which you know all the lyrics off your head right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finally Free - Comic Strip&lt;br /&gt;2) Thing of the Past - Gerhana Ska Cinta&lt;br /&gt;3) Distant Memories - Comic Strip&lt;br /&gt;4) Despideme - Skalariak&lt;br /&gt;5) Kau Ilhamku - Manbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things u would do if u are a millionaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Quit JC.&lt;br /&gt;2) Enroll into a good uni overseas, prolly studying Malay or Economics.&lt;br /&gt;3) Shut Suhaimi up by holidaying in Dubai with my family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yok Pergi Dubai!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Renovate the entire house. I hate the "traditional" theme we have now.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Treat back the people whom have always treated me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Bad Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cleaning my room only once a week.&lt;br /&gt;2) Throw everything around again after cleaning it up.&lt;br /&gt;3) Being a casual hoohaahoohaa-ian.&lt;br /&gt;4) Not liking to dress up like a grrl.&lt;br /&gt;5) Blog even though there's other important things to do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things you like doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blogging. Period.&lt;br /&gt;2) Taking the pictures to put on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;3) Editing the pictures to put on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;4) Singing/dancing in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;5) Hanging out with the friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things you would never wear, buy, or get new again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Japanese fashion. Kawaineeeh OTAK KAU!&lt;br /&gt;2) White bottoms. I dun wanna have no Japanese Flag on me, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;3) Mini-skirts, tubes etc. Mum will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;4) Anything baggy - Its about the curves, baby. The CURVES!&lt;br /&gt;5) Ntah eh.. Can't think of any at this moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Favourite Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nokia 7600 - My Hp &amp;amp; Camera eyy.&lt;br /&gt;2) iPod Photo - Makes me smile when i'm down :)&lt;br /&gt;3) Computer - Not a fav, but a necessity&lt;br /&gt;4) XBox - Punching characters (even in the virtual world) helps to calm stress.&lt;br /&gt;5) Kodak Digicam - Bulky, but takes better shots then my 7600 (DUH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114152481042568158?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114152481042568158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114152481042568158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/hum-di-hum-edited.html' title='Hum di Hum... [[edited]]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114145248359923972</id><published>2006-03-04T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:01:53.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sounded pissed</title><content type='html'>cuz i am still fucking angry from all the things you did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooos, it's a Saturday and i've decided to be a good girl and stay at home. (hehe more like cuz i wanna go out the whole of tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays so please turn up your speakers and press play :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vid6.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/CikPongiArmy.flv" height="308" width="352"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayie sent me that clip last night at 2fuckinAm. Luckily i didn't open it or i guess i'd be sleepless the whole night. Haha. Finally got the courage to watch it this morning. Hmm... You reckon it's real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/totots.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning with Peah at Sentosa (how romantic) while the rest of the day will be spent catching up with the other two Totots; Ikah and Liyana :) Hope the outing goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This is my 300th blog entry on chapterxtwo.blogspot.com by the way :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114145248359923972?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114145248359923972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114145248359923972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-sounded-pissed.html' title='I sounded pissed'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_totots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114140787217478075</id><published>2006-03-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T02:41:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studyin with Pe'ah. [Edited]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02723edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe'ah totot reached my place at approximately 8am :/ I was still snuggled up in bed, i tell you. Still happily dreaming and bouncing around on the fluffy clouds, when i was rudely interrupted by the Techno ringtone blasting annoyingly. I got up, opened the front gate (flying hair and all), got ready and in less then 30 mins, we were out! Record time! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02724edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we wanted to grab a bite first, we decided to head to the nearest McDonalds. Whilst waiting for the bus, a Nonya wearing a sexxxyyy colorful dress (Spot her! Spot her!) was on performance, entertaining the morning crowd. In a very high pitched voice, she sang those Chinese Opera songs (think Wong Fei Hong, or however you spell his name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waahhaha! I cannot help but laugh like hell, can? And Pe'ah cant help but join me also lah. I think the lady knows we we were laughing at her, but i think she super CMI and instead of shutting up, she flashed us this wide eerie smile, something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/smiley.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeded to give a loud laugh (much like a cackle) and continued her singing. Errkss. Scary -.-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02726edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after filling up our empty tummies with Pancakes from McDonalds, Pe'ah Totot and I proceeded to the Woodlands library. She did her C Maths (Urgh differentiation &amp; integration) while i did Economics notes and some more maths. For around 7 hours. Like oh my God :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02727edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think right, Mats and Minahs now like to go to Libraries to "check out" the opposite sex. The library was SO darn quiet in the early hours, but once 2pm struck, Mats and Minahs from nearby schools came in droves and attacked the serenity of the place. Bleargh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what disturbs me more - the fact that these 13 to 16 year olds were flipping books from the bookshelves meant for nursery kids over and over again, or the fact that they were there just to check out "what's on sale", or the group of Minahs in school uniform applying lipgloss and foundation in the toilet while squealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ehhh lawa tak? Lawa tak aku? Ehhh kau agak mat-mat hari ni sachok tak?! hehehe!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, for the benefit of the non-Malay readers, means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ehhh pretty or not? Am i pretty? Ehhh you think the Mats today are handsome?! hehehe!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i exagerrated a wee bit. But you get the picture, yes? Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02731edirted.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe'ah Totot actually accompanied me to Yio Chu Kang to get back my iPod lah! I am sooo touched, can? Even the Ex refused to accompany there. hahaha. Oh wells. Thank you Pe'ah totot! And this is the conversation the AhPek at the iPod counter had with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is your... 3rd time with this same iPod model?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err.. yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All three times were hardware problems right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er.. yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok lemme give you a mini tutorial. Next time when you see those icons, you restore.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know he's gonna recite the whole applesupport.com, so before he could start, i cut him off wahahha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er excuse me, but I restored through the iPod itself, i tried restoring through the computer, i redownloaded iTunes and iPod updater, i plugged into all the USBs available.. I tried everything, and nothing works. So that's why i came here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".... oh... Erm.. here's the receipt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehhe. Evillll Faddyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02732edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, Pe'ah came across some troubling problems, which i will blog about in the other blog cuz its kinda private. haha.. Sorry no juicy secrets to share here. No Ady, you won't be able to read it. Wahahaha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02733edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! Did you watch TGIF on Suria tonight? The vocalist of &lt;a href="http://www.ursulabites.com"&gt;Ursula Bites&lt;/a&gt; is my cousin! haha. Anz's elder brother, in fact. This sounds very wrong, but i'm just gonna say it. I think he's hot. The picture doesnt do him justice really. Catch him live and you'll see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I seem to go ohhlalaaa over botak guys with goatees ever since my mom showed me who Mawi is two days ago. Wahahaha! I've yet to hear him sing though (Mawi, not my cousin. I hear my cousin sing ALL the time before he got married).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/02729edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er sorry about that digression. Anyways, i think Pe'ah totot and I make the best dumb-blonde short term memory pair of friends EVER. We were laughing non-stop all the way from Boon Lay to Yio Chu Kang, and all the way back also. keh keh keh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lazy to explain ah, but just consider the fact that we took the 2 hours journey from YCK to BL to finally come to a conclusion on where to go on Sunday, cuz we keep digressing and forgetting what our main agenda was. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NIGHT :D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from MSN convo with friend A, at 3am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I have this fetish for women who tie their hair at the back, like Gwen Stefani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Err.. You mean the usual way of tying hair is at the front, side, top isit? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Haha.. No ah. I mean like Marilyn Monroe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: What the?! Marilyn Monroe has short hair lah! &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=marilyn+monroe&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;hs=QSE&amp;lr=&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;tab=ii&amp;amp;oi=imagest"&gt;Look.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Hahah! Marilyn Monroe ties her hair also lah. When she brush her teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Wahaha! You nonsense lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: haha. Ok i think i got the wrong person. Maybe it's Marilyn Manson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: YOUR HEAD LAH! I feel so darn stupid laughing aloud in the middle of the night in the middle of the room. Thanks lah, A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114140787217478075?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114140787217478075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114140787217478075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/studyin-with-peah-edited.html' title='Studyin with Pe&apos;ah. [Edited]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_02723edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114130666831100950</id><published>2006-03-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:46:10.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faddy saved a life today!</title><content type='html'>But more about that later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02702edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was rather fun. Mr Gomez showed us a portion of the film Cinderella Man during the Economics lecture so that we could get a better idea of how pathetic the economy during the Great Depression was and how the Laissez-Faire way of economy which was derived by Adam Smith could no longer be applied in the real world. (hope i got that right. wahahha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weheheh! I sound like such an Econs freak. Have i mentioned i'm taking part in this Econs quiz (no thanks to Mr Gomez)? My Gosh. I'm SO gonna make a fool outta myself in front of the other competitors. Haha.. But we'll talk about that when the time comes ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos, we liked what we saw. So much so that the class borrowed his DvD and stayed back after school to watch the show together. The first time that the class voluntarily stayed back to do something together. Haha.. Coolness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02713edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school organised a Civil Defence course for the JC2s today. Knowing me, i would have most likely skipped the event kan? But noooo! Due to the fact that it was held by the Civil Defence crew (wahahaha), Fara and I decided to stay back in order to "wash eyes", if you get my drift :p Eh we're not that horrible ok! Pe'ah who DID NOT attend school today actually came at 4pm JUST to wash eyes. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02710edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course. We were cheated. No handsome nor cute guys. Nyeah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02705edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02708edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02706edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02709edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I saved a life today!! Hahaha.. Granted he/she (i still can't figure out what gender the mannequin is haha) wasn't alive in the first place, but cut me some slack man! Am proud to know that after 17 years, i finally learnt how to give CPR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i think if i'm given a particular situation where CPR is needed, i'll prolly panic, call 995 and stay rooted to the ground :/ Nyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02714edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02720edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i used a fire extinguisher for the first time ever!! Damn cool man. Haha.. I remembered there was one time where i operated a fire hose (those things are freaking heavy and the water jet is freaking strong i tell you) during my primary school days, but fire extinguishers? This is definitely my first time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling super jakon, as you can see? Hehehee.. Oh by the way my reapaired iPod is already available for pick up! Yay! I'm gonna be grooving everywhere again! Whoopdedooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shits. I've to travel all the way to Ang Mo Kio tomorrow. Fuuuccccckkk :/ Ok so that's all for the day :) Here's two random photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02701edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Allah answers your prayer in 3 ways-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says Yes, and gives you what you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says No, and gives you something better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says Wait, and gives you the best."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02721edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114130666831100950?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114130666831100950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114130666831100950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/faddy-saved-life-today.html' title='Faddy saved a life today!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114122141138353101</id><published>2006-03-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:56:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleargh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02660edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the JC3s (that's what i call my seniors heh) got their long awaited A-Levels results today. Through the video conferencing that the school provided direct from the hall to the Lecture Theatre where all the JC2s were gathering, we had a clear view of students displaying their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02659edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some smiled broadly, some cried due to the relieve they finally have in them while others.. others cried tears of regret :/ I heard of a few Malay guys got rather bad results, which is a pity really. Quite proud of Lela (an ex CSS-ian as well) who managed to be the only representitive of the Malay community to be offered a scholarship :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERMAN! I hope you did well.. Did you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation with Sangitah the cacat classmate i have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh Sang i think right.. next year my name will be up there man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HAHAHHA.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's so funny?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You need to take Special papers lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really? Damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nevermind lah. Your name next year will be up there! As a "Special Kid"! If you catch my drift.." (start swaggering like a cacat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha! Darn you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, many of the JC2s got home and studied like crazy.. Kekekek! If you're thinking "Walaoeh this girl blog so much still never study!", i DID study for a while straight away after the video conferencing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02661edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah see? Don't believe me right? Between you and me, we were actually just doing some last minute studying for the maths test tomorrow :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i didn't know we were the public enemy number 1. Oh wells~ As long as i got my friends and i, i guess i'm okay and on another (related) note, I miss being in Commonwealth Sec. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i'm meeting the CSS malay babes this sunday :) And to my JJC mates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02658edited1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hugs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114122141138353101?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114122141138353101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114122141138353101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/03/bleargh.html' title='Bleargh.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114114372910084929</id><published>2006-02-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:45:34.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired and this entry is very disorganised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02657edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the Pig yesterday to revise some school work, after such a bloody long time not meeting up (for just the two of us). How romantic, right? Haha.. Anyway she has that "Posh Girl" look that i wish i could have, but naaah i guess it won't suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "posh girl" look? Alah.. I can't really explain it, but it just smells of money. hahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, at least i don't get hit on by Ah Bengs. We were leaving Delifrance when this group of Ah Beng-ish looking basketballers started Cat-calling in her direction. And urgh, they really were the typical cheena boys. As in Cheena Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against Chinese men, but i do have a thing against cheena Chinese men :/ K i don't think i'm making sense cuz it's like 12am and i'm half zonkered out. Nyeah. But yeah. I don't like Cheena Chinese men. I do, however, like guys who look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/er.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! He's the trombonist of Comic Strip, i know. And thanks to Nassy, i too know that he already has a girlfriend. So if you're his girlfriend, i'm sorry but i'm just using him as a reference ok? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i derived to this conclusion upon sitting for the 3hours to-and-fro journey to repair my iPod at Ang Mo Kio today. Sitting at the last cabin always makes good eye-washing activities. Wakakaka! So er back to the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean guys in black polo shirts with tanned skin and hair something like the above makes me go ooohlalaaaah~ AND it is a very major plus point if they can play instruments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02663edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, i got my lazy bum off the chair and headed to Ang Mo Kio to send the dreaded iPod for repair. This was the conversation that ensued when the lady behind the counter saw me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You again ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You came here for repairs before right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha.. Yah.. How come you remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So many times i see your face already! Of course can remember!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHA. Shits man, damn malu. I told you i went for iPod repairs like a million times already. Nyeah. How come other people don't have that much problems with their iPods? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a bad picture of &lt;a href="http://tako-xiuz.diaryland.com"&gt;Xiu Li&lt;/a&gt; when she joined us during the study date yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02658edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry babe. You didn't ask me to delete it, and i can't resist putting it up. Weheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that alot of my friends are afraid of taking photos using my camera now? I wonder why :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/02/28/hoohaahoohaa-until-kena-caught-stupid/"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 65px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/Solace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which means the password you have now CANNOT be used.. Haha.. If the entries are in "Private" then you can use that password ohkaayy :) Understood?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114114372910084929?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114114372910084929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114114372910084929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-tired-and-this-entry-is-very.html' title='So tired and this entry is very disorganised.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114104947037641883</id><published>2006-02-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:11:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back? That's fast.</title><content type='html'>Wahahaa. Anyway, i've figured out how to use Wordpress and therefore have set up a mostly password-protected blog there, for my personal stuff and for writings which are more.. erm.. controversial in nature? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue blogging on this platform as for now, cuz i'm still trying to figure out how to change blog templates over at Wordpress. However, as stated before, some entries will be done there so that i can actually control who reads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're interested, just drop me an email/msn/sms and if i feel you can do no harm, i'll pass the password to you aight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mostly password-protected blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com"&gt;Between the lines.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way Rhino, your Birthday entry has been transferred  there :) So worry no more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114104947037641883?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114104947037641883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114104947037641883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-thats-fast.html' title='Back? That&apos;s fast.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114093817920617289</id><published>2006-02-26T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:41:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Defence Telematch.</title><content type='html'>Note: The Saturday's outing entry with Rhino and Gang is the entry before this aight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02644edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i woke up at 6-freaking-am in the morning to get to Choa Chu Kang on time to participate in the Civil Defence Telematch. At first, i was really quite dreading it uh. Like cacat like that right, so old and still want to participate in Telematch. haha! Furthermore, the other schools were like Secondary Schools and we were the only JC participating. Doink betol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02628edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02630edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think JJC's cheering is like well-known around the whole of Singapore seh. When the other schools were doing their own shit, us JJC-ians were screaming like lunatics cheering whichever team was competing at that point of time. Until even the Emcee said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How come only JJC is the only one giving cheers and support? Wah JJC is good uh! I heard your school has a great cheering team."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha! Sibeh proud of my school, can? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02637edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we played the Telematch games with much gusto. Carrying bandaged victims (smiles big big) on stretchers, driving cars around, completing Jigsaw puzzles and sprinting to and fro like nobody's business. At the end of the whole thing, i have to admit it was the opposite of what i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I felt that it was actually fun. Kekekeke~ IN YOUR FACE, Faddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02650edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahhaa! We won first prize, yessiree we did! Ek ah ek ah!! But sadly the prize money and trophy goes to the school uh. Wahaha. But oh well, all i did was cheer like mad, bandaged my arm and sit on a stretcher so i shouldnt complain much. Ahakz!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02649edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, in case you're stuck in a lift, please remain calm, do not panic, press the alarm for 7 seconds and dial 1800-*insert some numbers here cuz i forgot*. Please remember not to lean/pry open the lift's door, as this will hamper the emergency mechanism from working properly. Thank you and have a nice day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114093817920617289?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114093817920617289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114093817920617289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/civil-defence-telematch.html' title='Civil Defence Telematch.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114130826494025384</id><published>2006-02-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:04:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protected : Rhino's Bday Celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapterxtwoxbetweenthelines.wordpress.com/2006/02/27/4/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 65px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/Private.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This entry CAN be read using that password i gave you guys aight.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114130826494025384?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114130826494025384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114130826494025384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/protected-rhinos-bday-celebration.html' title='Protected : Rhino&apos;s Bday Celebration.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/faddy2/th_Private.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114077146090259702</id><published>2006-02-24T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:59:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR!!</title><content type='html'>Faddy is pissed. Very, very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, my iPod has been going cuckoo for abso-fuckin-lutely no reason whatsoever; skipping songs, cutting tracks halfway, frozen screen, having no ability to update my newly acquired photos and songs etc.. I held on, still giving thanks that the piece of shit (which ironically, i love alot) could still blast songs into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/ipodsupportsucks.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i had free time on my hands today, i went to the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/support/ipod/tutorial/ip_gettingstarted_t16.html"&gt;Apple's Support website&lt;/a&gt;, and decided to give their 5Rs (which, i quote, "These fast fixes will solve most problems with your iPod and get you up and rockin' in no time.") a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I redownloaded iTunes (all 30something Mb of it) and the latest iPod updater. I tried plugging the thing into ALL the free usb ports i had. And when the computer STILL could not locate my iPod, i decided to try reset the bloody thing. And theeeenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/iPodscrewedupagain.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!! Now i can't even turn that stupid thing on!! Boohoohoo. This is like the 5th time i've to repair my iPods? Talk about bad luck, dudes! It's not like i don't take care of the delicate piece of machinery ok? Just ask my family and friends how many layers of protection i use..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/ipodsmash.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to do something equivalent to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTnZhHWfMto&amp;search=ipod%20smash"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; in my fit of anger/frustration. Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/ipodwarranty.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i realise that's just plain dumb since my iPod is still under warranty (thank God). But do you realise i've to travel all the way to Ang Mo Kio to get that thing fixed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/angmokio.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt will prolly fall off the MRT seat by the time i reach Woodlands, much less Ang Mo Kio. Urgh. Pray for me that miraculously my iPod decides to be nice and work smoothly again by tonight, or pray for me that someone doesn't mind accompanying me to Amk tomorrow or Sunday or something.. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug up some of my recent pictures, and found this atrocious thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02524edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?! I do take photos in other poses then the usual tilted head, but they all end up something like this. Which is precisely why they don't end up on the World Wide Web for the world (doh) to see. This is the first and last, thank you :) Consider yourself previledged. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting off my fume by writing this super long entry with many many colorful photos whilst making myself smile and laugh at the same time. So bear with me. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/tsarnicholasII.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck to resolution number 3 in &lt;a href="http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/moment-of-self-love-please-edited.html"&gt;"Faddy's List of Things to Achieve"&lt;/a&gt;, which is to stop ponning (skipping) lessons. After disappearing from Mdm Koh's class since the beginning of the year (where one of the reasons i gave to account my disappearance was "I died" hahah!), i finally decided to step back in and start bucking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 mins into the lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*poke* *poke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Faddy wakes up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you that tired, Fadhilah? You fell asleep twice in the past 45 mins!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er. I'm sick ah cher. Sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok you better stay awake k.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 mins later, my head lolls all over the place. Bwahaha. Hopeless case, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, i guess it's time for my dinner and my sleep. So much homeworks to tackle for tonight! Goodday, world! I'll prolly edit and add more stuff tonight since it's Friday and i'll surely have much free time. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114077146090259702?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114077146090259702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114077146090259702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/roar.html' title='ROAR!!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114068214274153161</id><published>2006-02-23T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:26:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JJ politics sucks.</title><content type='html'>For all of you who have "heard stories", make sure you get your facts right. An opinion or an accusation isn't a fact, for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the J2s be more mature? I mean it's not even 3 months that the J1s have been in the school and you've already stirred up such a situation. If respect from them is what you want, then you should respect them first. Haven't you heard that phrase somewhere? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Fizah and the rest can stay strong through all this shit :) It'll die off soon, InsyaAllah. This ain't no Hollywood and you prolly might not get a happy reunion, but keep in mind, (as extracted from GPA script.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bersabarlah... Tuhan sentiasa menolong orang yang dianiayai..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wehehe. Damn i love quoting bits and pieces from that GPA script. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was reading &lt;a href="http://simple-kinda-lyf.blogspot.com"&gt;Izyan's blog&lt;/a&gt; and i realised that it's perfectly normal how i'm feeling right now, especially since it IS afterall the 23rd :) Makes me feel so much better, really. Come on Faddy, refill your empty tank and leave the petrol station whenever you're ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114068214274153161?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114068214274153161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114068214274153161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/jj-politics-sucks.html' title='JJ politics sucks.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114061899371871335</id><published>2006-02-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:55:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02544edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day dragging my body everywhere as i felt so darn tired :/ Nyeah. Had to rush home after school to unload at the toilet where i then crashed SP again to get my homeworks done. Boring day, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i did chance upon Yat (an old friend) on the way home. It's a nice feeling having "funny conversations" (as quoted by him) once again with someone who's left an impression in your life. Haha.. That bugger had the cheek to say that he felt like he's talking to a young kid, when in reality i'm like only a year younger? Chet! Nice haircut by the way, bro :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is just bringing me down these days. I feel so insanely tired. Blearrrgh. Can't wait for the weekend where i get to meet up with the CSS mates after an insanely long time apart as well as participate in some Civil Defence Telematch on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till i get &lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt; much rest, Faddy out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure as you said that you loved me you turned me away. Suddenly everything changed right in front of my face. They say sometimes love's just unfair, but why's it at my expense? I've no answers and I have no defence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never understand, how love can come and go. Looking through the broken glass now I know. But even though my bitter doubt lets my loneliness show, I will get over, over you in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114061899371871335?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114061899371871335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114061899371871335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s a Wednesday.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114053772530453678</id><published>2006-02-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:39:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Trip to SP.</title><content type='html'>I had the most bad-ass menstruation cramp EVER in the morning (and i'm so not exagerrating) which left me half-crippled and writhing in pain this morning. So i couldn't get to school. Nyeah. Since by 11am the pain has eased off after i popped a few pills, i decided to make use of my day instead of staying at home (which prolly means being online from dawn to dusk). Rang up Kimmy and TADAAA ended up here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02539edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! I was so excited lah since it was my virgin trip there. So loser right? Wahaha. Anywhoos, reached there and started reading through my notes straightaway as Kimmy and his friends were mugging as they're having a huge test tomorrow. Good luck aight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Fara called to inform me that she was nearing SP and that she needed me to pass her her thumbdrive. And so kimmy and I walked down the huuugee hill and somehow after laughing at each other as we inserted flowers and leaves into my hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02534edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 7600's back cover fell into the drain! Chitot! If it was like any other phone cover, you can just get another cover easily kan? But 7600 is fuckin vintage so you can't find the original cover like ANYWHERE, even at the Nokia Care Centre. So after passing the thumbdrive to Fara (who has to go hospital tomorrow thanks to the Renu Eye Infection thing), we scurried back to the drain armed with branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02535edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite a sight, crouching over the drain laughing like some mad asses whilst poking branches inside trying to get the stupid cover out. Banglas who were repairing the road and other students walking past were very amused lah, that's all i can say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even sat down and tried to strategise using paper clips lah, threads lah.. haha. It was freaking hilarious! And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02536edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Sure the stupid thing has like 10 million more scratches, but at least my 7600 is not more cacat then it was before. Eesh. Now the side covers are missing, if i had lost that back cover too.. eesh! Confirm must get new phone already. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02538edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed me around the campus, where all the foodcourts are and stuff. Oh my god the food is so cheap can?! Like urgh! Its like $1.60 for a plate of Nasi Lemak with SO much stuff added and $2 for a plate of Chicken Rice which is like SOOOO delicious. I think the Rasa Sayang stall makcik at JJC is earning so much money at my expense. Cheat my feelings only! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02541edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus we studied till around 9pm where i had to rush home. The mother didn't mind me hanging out with Kimmy till late (I dono why but she likes him ah. Everytime i say i'm with him, she doesn't really question where i am and what time i'll get home etc. Chet. If only she knows that our Kimmy is now all grown up and is no longer the innocent boy she knows. Wahahah!!), but i didn't wanna cross the line, you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02532edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah see Faddy has all grown up and is starting to think like an adult :) No longer the irrational child she once was. Wehehe! Ok thats it about today. On a sidenote, i loike Kimmy's friends! Specially Syaz. Think this is the start of a new friendship. Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooooos, I find that Renu thing very irritating lah! It's been only 2 days that i've had my wonderful new eyes and since i've been soaking it in the Renu solution, now i'm like so freaking scared to put it on. Urgh. No more huge round brown eyes for faddy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally irrelevent topic altogether, Ayie (a friend from the past) says that i take ALL my photos in the same pose. Chet. Serious ah? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114053772530453678?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114053772530453678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114053772530453678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/virgin-trip-to-sp.html' title='Virgin Trip to SP.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114043544708740983</id><published>2006-02-20T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:10:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of self love, please. [Edited]</title><content type='html'>Eh ok lah i know you guys are going "Oh My God this girl has no shame whatsoever!!", but seriously i think i look better then usual today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02529edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAH! I finally managed to get some sort of the fringe that Pig has and my new contact lenses are making my pupils so biiiiig and rooound and brrowwwnn! Hehehe. My eyes got commented a couple of times throughout the day by random JJCians (NOT counting close friends). So happy can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i got home, the first thing the brother said when he opened the door was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh Kakak how come you look different today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i (being shameless) said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I know! I look prettier right right right?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah! Very much prettier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahhaa! Ok i lied. He went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Puke puke puke!"&lt;/span&gt; but we all know that's sibling talk for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Very much prettier"&lt;/span&gt;. -Cough- Ok lah i think that's enough for the day :p I really hope i can get the same fringe tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i took Nassy's advise and started my day looking into the mirror (new hair and eyes and all wahaha) whilst singing that "I am beautiful" song by Christina Aguilera and DAMN i spent my whole day smiling to myself cuz i feel soooo gooooood about myself. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02531edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adamant on getting better, i suppose. Made up a list of things that i want to achieve (which i've blurred out since its kinda private) and have already kickstarted some of them :) InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited @ 9:40pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with Atikah totot my Sec School best friend. Actually i predicted the call to be kinda awkward and will last a maximum of 15 minutes, but it lasted way over an hour. Hahaha. So much things to catch up on! I've missed so much of her life lah. Am sad over the news of one of her family members, but yeah. Will pray for that member :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tikah totot, I've missed you so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next few paragraphs are all about JJ politics :) You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World War III has commenced in the school, now between Nina and a J1 whom i've chatted a few times with. So according to the J1, Nina started it first. And according to Nina, the J1 started it first. What's new kan? In this kind of matters, noone wants to be potrayed as the evil one. And then it snowballed into such a huge thing until Nina's boyfriend and the girl's &lt;s&gt;aunt&lt;/s&gt; Godmother was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer. I think very childish, can? Why can't everyone freaking get along, or even if they don't like each other, keep it to themselves lah! Why must bitch here bitch there bitch bitch everywhere?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I called Nina's boyfriend over (in a rather rude way, i suppose. Which, of course is my mistake. So Nina's boyfriend, i apologise. Someone direct this apology to him aight.) and Fara had a talk with him since Fara too got entangled in the mess. So between the three of us we kinda talked it out, and i really hope that something good will come out of that talk instead of it being more bitching juice :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is the LURVE people?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114043544708740983?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114043544708740983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114043544708740983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/moment-of-self-love-please-edited.html' title='A moment of self love, please. [Edited]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114035633469994473</id><published>2006-02-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:52:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday mornings are the hardest to forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02511edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 months of not meeting up with Nassy, Kimi and I finally had the chance to do so as the three of us needed to get some schoolwork done. Nassy had to complete her cereal box cum frame (what ARE they learning at NAFA? hahaha), Kimi had to study for his exams and I, I think it's time i push away all the shits in my head and get back to studying cuz i'm lagging like nobody's business :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02512edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, granted we did chat and joke around alot since the three of us have not met up collectively for the past 3 months. Kan very spoiler if we meet, say hi and bury ourselves in our books and then miss out on each other's lives for the next 3 months again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i know why i was feeling very emotional the past few days. PMS!! Haha. It came early this month. Like.. today?.. I was feeling wet (stop your dirty minds, people!) so i decided to head to the toilet only to find.. well the thing you should find when you are caught off-guard having your period :) And so i went back and asked Nassy very softly if she had some pads... and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nassy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What Faddy? You need pads?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What?! Faddy has her period?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nassy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah!! Faddy has her period!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ding Dong Ding Dong!! Attention!! Does anyone have menstrual pads as my friend here just discovered she has her period!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faddy:&lt;/span&gt; "Shut up lah!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nassy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can use my pencil box.. It's made of sponge! Absorbant material!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Or my laptop bag!! It's the same material but bigger!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read WITH the exclamation marks. Haiyo. So embarrasing. Haha.  I think for the few hours we were there, the people around us were like eavesdropping on our conversation lah :/ To the extent that one girl had to run away to laugh when Nassy was showing and describing her jeans which had ripped at the crotch area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02514edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the breaks we had, we had talks regarding our future and the idiocies that we're up to these days. Typical teenager issues lah. Parents, studies, bgr and devil-ish temptations (he he he).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02522edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys had a great weekend, cuz mine went really well thanks to my friends :) And school starts tomorrow. Urgh!! Two tests.. of which the materials to be tested were taught during my zoning out period. Kinda expect to fail both. Nyeah :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114035633469994473?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114035633469994473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114035633469994473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunday-mornings-are-hardest-to-forget.html' title='Sunday mornings are the hardest to forget.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114032270633153696</id><published>2006-02-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:50:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gema Puisi Artistik Full!</title><content type='html'>Ok to answer to some of your questions. The GPA event that i've been rambling about this past few weeks actually stands for Gema Puisi Artistik. It's basically an event that requires students from Secondary Schools, Junior Colleges and Polytechnics to write up a poem which serves as an advise to teenagers, and then act it out as creatively as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the first time that JJC is participating in the event. Although we didn't manage to qualify for the finals, i have to say we did a bloody good job, especially counting the fact that it was our first time and we had not much help whatsoevers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02400edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02405edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02410edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02399edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02427edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02401edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02407edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so those are the 7 characters involved. Did you know that it was only on the night before the event that we found out that there had to be songs in our drama? Panic level at the highest i tell you! Which of course explains why of all songs, we used the introduction of "Pinggiran Aidilfitri" as an accompaniment. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02480edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two were supposed to cut it off before the singer actually sang, but due to some technical difficulties, the lyrics "Bergema suara..." can be heard, so the audience continued singing on. Wahaha. What theeee~ Other then that the whole performance was top grade in my eyes, and i felt that it was much better then all the rehearsals we had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02484edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02472edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02471edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02474edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the JJ malay society will forever remain camwhores. Whilst the other schools were busy reciting their lines while waiting to perform, we were taking photos in abundance. Wahaha! It was a great way to soothe the PADAMPAMPAM of our heartbeats lah. Damn nerve wrecking i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02494edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02495edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02503edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same thing happened when we were having our break. When other students were eating, the huge lot of us (the performers with the J2 and J1 supporters) kept taking one photo after another. Heeeheee. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02430edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02432edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02433edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then those are the pictures in the theatre itself whilst waiting for the results. Hoho! Click Click Clickety Click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02438edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02460edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost but NOT defeated, the group kept their smiles pasted on their faces, and we headed on to have dinner at Jurong Point's Banquet. Initially, i wanted to get home asap as the mum has been in her PMSy mood this few days and i don't want to aggravate the situation further. But after much persuasion, i decided "What the hell." and went eating. Wahaha. Didn't regret it one bit, as for the first time ever, i talked quite alot with Faizal and Juli. Heh. Made new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02462edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 9pm by the time we were done, so i rushed back home... only to find out that i'm locked out of the house as the parents and brothers were at the grannie's place and would only be back by 11pm. And so i rang up &lt;a href="http://abstracts-of-life.blogspot.com"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;, and we had supper together :) Oh and we went hoohaaahooohaaa after that. aahha. Dont bother figuring out what that word means :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh you guys must try the desert "Red Ruby" hor! It's really, really damn nice. I think i might get some more tonight hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i have to say Saturday was one of the funnest days i've had for the past 2 weeks. I did some rethinking of the things i've done, the advises the friends gave, the way we are... and i really hope i can get my life moving back on track smoothly :) STAY STRONG, BITCH! Wahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02395edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahha. And a HUGE shoutout to &lt;a href="http://pleaseshootmeseriously.blogspot.com"&gt;Ain&lt;/a&gt;, a blogger-friend whom i met for the first time yesterday thanks to GPA! Weehooo!! Pass me the pic we took, babe! (Although i looked horrible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Kim and Nassy to study together-gether later!! Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114032270633153696?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114032270633153696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114032270633153696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/gema-puisi-artistik-full.html' title='Gema Puisi Artistik Full!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114028093662625831</id><published>2006-02-18T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:51:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gema Puisi!!</title><content type='html'>Nyeahhh. We did not manage to get into the top 10. Haha.. But truthfully, i wasn't that disappointed cuz i know we gave the best we could and after sneaking into the theatre and watching other plays, i too realised that our minimalist idea wasn't what the judges were looking for. Wakakaka. Nevertheless, i did have lots of fun and i have no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of the nice photos are with Momo (ass i know you're reading this so if you still haven pass em to me, pass em NOW), i shall just leave you with one prelude :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/NazKissedied.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha! I love his Makeup, man. Anywhoos, my mum is evil. The first thing i said when i got home was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mak.. we lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You lost? Oh.. That's great then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert string of expletives here.) You tell me how can i not be pissed with her? Urgh. Why can't she accept the fact that i love all this drama stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Faddy, stop singing. Faddy, stop acting. Faddy, stop directing. Faddy, stop watching those theatre plays."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ I tell you eh. The day when she accepts my so-called "artsy" side, will be the day i will be willing to help out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wholeheartedly&lt;/span&gt; at her shop. Hohoho! Aight im falling asleep on the keyboard. Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lengthy updates with millions of pictures and text soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114028093662625831?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114028093662625831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114028093662625831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/gema-puisi.html' title='Gema Puisi!!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114019179303729779</id><published>2006-02-17T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:19:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing it.</title><content type='html'>Type. Delete. Type. Delete. Type. Delete. Type Type Delete Delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing that for the past 30 minutes. Words just can't describe how i'm feeling at this moment. The mum's screaming, shouting and banging stuff all over the place is driving me to the brink of losing my mind. A mind, if i may add, which is already full to the brim with a million and one issues that need handling asap. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Fuck you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; you're rolling your eyes thinking i'm talking about Faris. You don't know whats on my mind so don't make conclusions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could go to bed tonight and not wake up tomorrow. Or any other day, for that matter. Cuz i just don't see how i can get out of this mess i got myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna inform you that i might be password protecting this blog soon. You know the drill if you want the password just in case i decide to go ahead with the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, how am i supposed to be feeling/acting again?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ I don't see how i can be "acting happy" when i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; ok and happy 85% of the time last week. And thanks to the recent turn of events, i am now not ok, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falalalala!~ Happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114019179303729779?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114019179303729779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114019179303729779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/losing-it.html' title='Losing it.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114010463482506836</id><published>2006-02-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:43:54.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Rhino!</title><content type='html'>Another day full of emotional fluctuations i must say. Well, lets get down to business, shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, A "Happy Birthday" shoutout to my great friend, Ashrithaa D/O Rajah aka Rhinoooo!! Let's try that Flaming Lamborgini (however you spell it)!! Haha. That bitch is 18 now. Sooo many many more months till I turn 18. All plans on hold till then! hahah.. So anyway here's your small birthday present, until we meet up next Saturday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/rhinowinfrey.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakaka! Rhino Winfrey. Gosh. (Inside joke between Rhino, Pig and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so anyway, we had a full-dressed GPA rehearsal just now and it was a hell lot of fun, i tell you. Being able to rehearse on a real stage and with lightings and hearing your voice echoing - ahhh pure bliss. (although very nerve wrecking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02345collageedited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Mardiana joined in the crap we did. haha. We even teased her when she kept showing us how to act like a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No! You do it this way.. You've never seen how a couple in love act isit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahh. How come you speak like you have soo much experience ahhh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh where got?! I still single okaaay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Riiight. We saw you with your boyfriend the other day lah, Cikgu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh. Heeeeheeeheee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yalah. You single lah. Single but not available right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Correct! Heheehee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a great help in stage movements and stuff and i guess we couldn't really pin the tail on the donkey if not for her. Thanks, Cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02343edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02358edired.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02368edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yeah. I'm rather happy with what we have today. -phew- It's about time, i tell you. Hahaha. Dear God, please let us perform with grace and let the audience understand what we're trying to convey. And if you're feeling really gracious, Dear God, please let us proceed to the next round. Amin. hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/WonderPeah.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Pe'ah totot for flying down from home just to hear me out. I love you very very much. Will treat you makan soon ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog, my diary and my only source of output for my feelings. I like to reflect on whatever i write and this is the reason as to why i potray emotions in abundance in my entries. It is through true words from the heart that i am able to see progression in how i've matured and evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in writing happy entries every single day when deep inside the pain still stings. I have to be strong every single second of the day - in front of friends, in front of family and even in front of the mirror.  This is the only time where i can just sit down, and let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me, don't let your feelings be suppressed, cuz one day it'll explode and consume you. And this is the only time i can let it flow naturally. This keyboard, this computer screen, this blog. Only through these mediums can i be brutally honest to myself. Cuz i don't have to worry what the machine will think, you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yah yah i have a number of readers including him, i know. But let them think what they think. And i shall let you guys think what you wanna think too. Cuz this is how i am. And this is how i'm growing up. And this honesty is what i want to read in years to come.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid, call me weak, call me a coward. I've heard you. Yes, it hurts but i've decided THIS is how i want my entries to be. I'm not like you girls. I'm not one who brushes things off in a mere second and then re-take the world by storm again. You have to understand that. I take a much longer time. And to me, revenge and pride isn't everything... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okaaayysss. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114010463482506836?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114010463482506836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114010463482506836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-bday-rhino.html' title='Happy Bday Rhino!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-114001255245056044</id><published>2006-02-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:14:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day.</title><content type='html'>I leisurely woke up at what... 12pm today? Heehee. It's been so darn long since i actually had the time to wake up after 10am :) But i'm afraid it wasn't enough, as i still am feeling very exhausted at this moment. Hmm.. i think i need a vacation to some random island with nice beautiful beaches, with no threat of tsunamis etc. Wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02341edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, i was late for school lah instead of absent. Really! Cuz i DID go to school but reached at approximately 4pm. Wehehe! Since i gave my word to Ady that i'd watch the match (and also because i was bored at home), i headed to school and didn't regret it one bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match against Tampines Junior College was by far the most exciting match i've ever watched in the past year. There were numerous goal attempts and slick moves by both sides (oh and not to mention a cute no. 14 and 19 from the away team). Wahaha! I personally think JJ could have won, but tough luck, no? Better luck next time guys! Faddy's supporting you all the way! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, i made a hasty decision to cut my hair since the long messy curly bangs were irritating the shit out of me. Oh my! That same aunty had cut my hair a tad too short again and now i look like i have a duck's tail at the back of my head. Hahaha... No pictures lah! Embarrass myself for what sia? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara tells me that she thinks i'm having an emotional breakdown and that it is affecting the way i behave ever since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; incident. Wierdly enough, i myself have not noticed it since i've always thought i handled the situation quite well. I am very worried for myself now, truth be told. The future shrink thinks she needs to visit a shrink soon! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angry. Disappointed. Hurt. Regret. Jealousy. Betrayed. Relieved. Free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the emotions that fluctuate through my mind every single moment of the day and it's killing me cuz i don't know which one to react to. Oh dear God. Please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-114001255245056044?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114001255245056044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/114001255245056044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-113992910899640640</id><published>2006-02-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:03:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Vday. (Edited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02338edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the GPA drama dry run at NYJC at Ang Bloody Mo Kio today, which lasted for what.. less then 10 freaking minutes? What the heeell. Spent more then 2 hours for the journey and we were shooed off the stage before we could even say our first lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're like kinda screwed as our play needed moving spotlights and precise synchronised lights, which we of course couldn't rehearse properly as everything was sooo rushed at the dry run just now :/ Whateverrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have much fun with the group though :) Having much revelry going on every single second. Whilst walking, in the mrt, in the bus, at LJS etc. Thanks guys for coming and i apologise that you had to sacrifice spending time with your laliinggss yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02334edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you had a great Valentine's Day, cuz mine sucked. I think this is my worse Vday ever lah :( The audio system in the canteen kept blasting bloody love songs which i've been avoiding for the past week and girls walking around carrying roses and teddy bears kept reminding me of my Vday last year with him... and i can't help but to feel so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then i hear the nonchalance of the voice on the other end of the line :/ I think i shall retreat to the comforts of my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well at least i know i'm still laku. Weehehe! I kinda forgot the thrill of having someone ask you out for a date, so that incident serves as a good reminder. Hehehe. So... Yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And by the way, thanks for the tidbits, specially the chocolates :) The rush of endorphins perked me up quite a bit. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-113992910899640640?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113992910899640640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113992910899640640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vday-edited.html' title='Happy Vday. (Edited)'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-113984205559112195</id><published>2006-02-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:47:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boohoo hist essay sucks.</title><content type='html'>Eh quite true eh what Superman pointed out. I'm tired of school and yet i'm going to sign on as a teacher. Waddaaaa??! Haha. Shits, i told ya my life's a huge mess. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've a history essay to complete by tonight and my head's already lying on the keyboard. Heee. Super hopeless lah. So without further ado, enjoy this short photolog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02304edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02307edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02315edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02316edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02321edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we FINALLY managed to come to a consensus on how we wanted the play to be acted out. Everything's mostly sorted out except for a small disagreement on how to conclude the play and the fact that it needs much ironing. So.. I'm quite excited really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like i am seeing a faint light suddenly emerging. The fact that everyone is actually trying their very best to attend rehearsals (even sacrificing Valentines tomorrow, i tell you) and is actually giving their best during rehearsals makes me feel that we CAN salvage something good from all this last-minuteness. Weeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, Piggy. I'm not removing that cute picture of you with your chicken pox :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Valentine's Day tomorrow, dear friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for me, talk about bad timing. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-113984205559112195?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113984205559112195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113984205559112195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/boohoo-hist-essay-sucks.html' title='Boohoo hist essay sucks.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-113975787799678124</id><published>2006-02-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:33:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays with Kim.</title><content type='html'>(Its 11pm, i'm tired, very sleepy and harbouring a huge headache so pardon me if this entry is written in a very slipshod and scattered manner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Random picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02290edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have been years since someone cleaned that fan. Haha. Eew. Ok so.. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02292edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I were greeted at Coffeebean by this man who was like sleeping SO heavily on the couch at one of the corners. His snores were like "SNORREEEEEE!!!" and all the patrons would like stare at him every few minutes cuz he even snored while reading the newspaper lah! hahaha. I hope i don't snore like that when i sleep sey :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02294edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like soooo envious of the things Hakim are learning! When he was happily sketching a photo of a skateboarder (and later, me), i had to read like TONS of essays i tell you. Sucked balls.  I am currently knocking myself in the head cuz i should have just signed up for NIE or something after my O's. I'm like SO tired of school. -waves white flag-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02299edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and as a result, he treated me to dinner at Banquet since his Poly mate, Atiqa, actually travelled all the way from Hougang just to eat the Claypot Chicken at Jurong Point. Wadabubba sia? That's what i call food crazy. yadayadayada so the three of us ate together and then we went homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02296edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kim for studying and crapping with me the whole of today :) Really, really appreciate it alot wei. And you better keep in mind the deal we made aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02300edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, we went to Paya Lebar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems to me, that no matter how much i try to run from the past, i can never really hide :( Sigh. I just don't know how much longer i can keep telling myself that it's for the best when deep inside i'm like... lonely and running on empty. So tired of having to keep myself busy. So tired of pushing away all stray thoughts and emotions. So tired of forcing myself to let go. I'm just so freaking tired and it's catching up on me. Homeworks are never done, i'm lagging in studies and... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments allowed regarding the previous paragraph, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-113975787799678124?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113975787799678124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113975787799678124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/sundays-with-kim.html' title='Sundays with Kim.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-113970204631206262</id><published>2006-02-12T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:14:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alieeenn!! [edited]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/ChickenPoxPig.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Pig on the phone last night for an hour plus - the longest ever we've chatted for the past year. Oh wait. I think it's the ONLY phonecall for the past year? Wahahha! Oh well. It's never too late to make amends, i tell you. Never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some catching up (although i think we can never catch up fully, as a year of missing news is freaaakinngg alot) and i guess it's safe to say that the "Alien" jokes are making a comeback, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02271edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For new readers, Pig and Rhino used to (and apparently, still are) call me "Alien" during the secondary school days, cuz i &lt;s&gt;look&lt;/s&gt; looked weird and i &lt;s&gt;have&lt;/s&gt; had weird hair as well as weird behaviour and weird.. well you get the picture ey? (Please note the choice of tense used).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooo looking forward to the good ol' RhinoPig outings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos, just got back from my solo morning jog. Wowweee! Such a nice weather lah. Very crisp. Ran a total distance of 6 bus stops. Not much uh, but my stamina still sucks so i guess i need to work on that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mozzies under my computer table are getting bolder by the minute! Sitting here for the past hour has given me &lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;4&lt;/s&gt; 5 bites! Argh!!! -pauses to scratch- Argh!! I think they've just initiated "war" mode between the two species. -counts money in pocket to buy mozzie spray-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to study with Kimi later :) Apparently either at Changi Airport or the coffeebean at Expo or WestCoast Park. Errr... Wait. Cancel WcP :/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too much memories there, i tell you. Both good and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh! Chicken McDodol! See lah, Faddy, your tangan so gatal you go press the link for that photobaldi and now you're upset yourself. Bleargh :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-113970204631206262?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113970204631206262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113970204631206262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/alieeenn-edited.html' title='Alieeenn!! [edited]'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-113966018441644057</id><published>2006-02-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:16:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Pe'ah totot!</title><content type='html'>I feel so makcik-makcik lah listening to Hetty Koes Endang and M Nasir non-stop!! Hahaha. Oh wells. Soothes the mind as well as heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02282edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos, i think GPA rehearsal today was kinda.. erm.. a waste of time? Haha! In the sense that we didn't get much done, but i did have alot of fun eating and joking and talking. heh. Arghmad the director no2 actually called Canadian Pizza and yuuummmm! 2 pizzas and 20 chicken wings to finish! Whahaha. -Burp- Thanks Arghmad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're screwed. Unless some shitass miracle happens :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02281edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to watch the soccer guys go against some of the MOE teachers though. Pe'ah and I stayed only till half-time, afterwhich we decided to leave as she was meeting her boyfriend at Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh anyway right, digression here. How come the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dung-dung-cheh&lt;/span&gt; (lion dance troupe) now consists of many many Malays ah? Pe'ah, Shak and I were buying some snacks at the petrol kiosk in front of our school, when this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dung-dung-cheh&lt;/span&gt; truck stopped by for gas. And out poured dozens of Malays. Erk? Very miang and not hamsem at that! Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02280edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe'ah has seriously no shame lah. When i uploaded photos in my com, i realised that that girl actually took more then a dozen of self potraits. -bleargh- Her face, her hair, her legs. Chet! Needless to say i deleted everything except for the above. Anyway, thanks Pe'ah for being my listening ear. I lurve you very very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz, a J1 junior, tells me that i've matured over the years (That grrl went digging up my archives, i tell you). I decided to read them again, and i realised that i have matured over the past year. Wahahahha! Am currently feeling very proud of myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-113966018441644057?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113966018441644057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113966018441644057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-peah-totot.html' title='I love Pe&apos;ah totot!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-113961666719677893</id><published>2006-02-11T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T08:24:00.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phonecall.</title><content type='html'>We had an an hour long phonecall last night. Truthfully, i am thankful (that doesn't mean i'm happy) that we've went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's changed quite a bit, in the sense that he's starting to sound like a certain someone whom i don't really have the hots for, while i, i just know that i'm disappointed and upset by a multitude of the things he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we sorted out some shizz and i guess that's that. I, Nur Fadhilah, am not going to get back with Muhd Faris, for the next few years. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Huh?", you go.&lt;/span&gt; Well the thing is, if it's destined then i will get back with him whaaaat, but i'll make sure i won't in the next few years. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess from now onwards, we will be just friends and nothing more then that, thank you very much. Yes, perhaps we will keep in contact, but it will be strictly as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoos, i'm linking you SAJC-ians back, aight! It's time i really REALLY pack my bags and move on, cuz the plane's leaving and i might get stranded if i don't start packing. And that aint a good thing y'know, cuz the grass is definitely greener on the other side :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to comfort myself. ENDORPHIINNSSSS, WHERE ARE YOUUUU????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Faddy, you deserve a better guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind if i do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy, no more zoning out. No more tearing silently. No more wishing things were the way it was before. No more hoping that he'd come back. No more emoing. No more running away from all nice but sad songs. No more doing all those shizz you do everyday just because you miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the great words of Antonio (or was it Orsino?),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Enough, no more, tis not as sweet now as it was before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-113961666719677893?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113961666719677893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113961666719677893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/phonecall.html' title='Phonecall.'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12998901.post-113958057459747630</id><published>2006-02-10T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:09:34.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaps forehead x 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02268edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy is getting SO forgetful! She forgot all about her phone again! My God. That makes it.. what.. two consecutive days?! Thank God i have friends who are so unforgetful. Chet! They did, however, make me holler the Spongebob Squarepants song so cacatly in the canteen before returning the phone to me (since Dana took it home yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02273edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02274edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope my abs can return by the end of 2 weeks :) I started my day with 20 situps, had PE (which we did lotsa running and pushup-ing and staircase-ing), sweated it out in badminton with the above 3 babes and later did another 50 situps whilst watching some show on Channel 5. Weeweittt!! Cayalah Faddy! - pats bulging tummy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Hazzy and I lost to Rhino and Dana. Boohoohoo! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02266edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh cute right? Haha. Don't ask me who the hell he is, cuz i don't know either. Was on the way home from school when this cute bugger sat two seats ahead of me, holding a kite and smiling so cutesily that i just HAD to snap a photo (oklah maybe a few as i couldn't get a nice shot) much to the amusement of the guy beside me, who must have thought i was a paedophile. Wahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeah. Mr Gomez gave me the detention slip. 3 hours of doing menial jobs. This sucks! I've never been to detention before in my WHOLE LIFE okay?! Aiyoh. Stupid Faddy! I shall NEVER go to school late again. NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gema Puisi Rehearsals on Saturday, study date with Kimi on Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. JC1s!! I know some of you are reading this, so how was your results? How How How?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/02276edited.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I, I dont know why i miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I dont know why I still feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;You, you left me feeling high and dry&lt;br /&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, I guess you had another direction&lt;br /&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that Im fine&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Its just a lie&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you knew what you were doing to me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I guess I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had&lt;br /&gt;(Damn thats sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things left to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that I just cant leave behind me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12998901-113958057459747630?l=chapterxtwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113958057459747630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12998901/posts/default/113958057459747630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapterxtwo.blogspot.com/2006/02/slaps-forehead-x-10.html' title='Slaps forehead x 10!'/><author><name>Nur Fadhilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118190616491720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/fadhilah88/thetree.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
