<?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-5621239534740303372</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:07:17.545+03:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you was probably the biggest mistake i've made... for now.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8228641178085440288</id><published>2009-09-12T21:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:35:07.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ARGHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ARSENAL LOST TO MAN CITY 4-2! MATHERRFUCKAAAAAAA!! AHHHHHHHHHHH! Shit hell, sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Woke up at 10am today =S Only had 5 hours of sleep =O Had to go to the dentist and fix my lower braces. Now it hurts as hell! I need painkillers prontoooo! But I don't have them. I'm desperate for it! Arghh! Someone please get me painkillers. Fedex it! ;D Soo yeah, went back home and did my homework then slept. So tired and painful. Woke up and went down to the restaurant to eat dinner. Had pasta (: yummy. Back home now and bored, can't be bothered to post anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Byebye, xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8228641178085440288?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8228641178085440288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8228641178085440288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8228641178085440288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8228641178085440288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/arghhhhh-arsenal-lost-to-man-city-4-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-1370352551539870482</id><published>2009-09-12T04:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:23:58.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aloohaaaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;guess what? I just came back from Uncle Nasir's house. It's so late huh? We watched movies and ate, that's why. Record-breaker. We met up at Villagio before that. Bought clothes. Love Pull&amp;amp;Bear &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Adios Muchachas ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-1370352551539870482?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/1370352551539870482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=1370352551539870482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1370352551539870482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1370352551539870482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/aloohaaaa-guess-what-i-just-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-1233106169361958938</id><published>2009-09-09T20:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:10:05.667+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Holaaa chicos y chicas ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Had Spanish today, 'twas fineeee (: School's FOREVERRR BORING! Grrrrr! =S Seriously, I'll post more when it's the weekends cos obviously, there's more things to write about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp;btw, today's the ninth of ninth of oh-nine ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-1233106169361958938?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/1233106169361958938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=1233106169361958938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1233106169361958938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1233106169361958938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/holaaa-chicos-y-chicas-d-had-spanish.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8705015715367788493</id><published>2009-09-07T16:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:01:57.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring day, with a yeppy teacher =S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today isn't a very good day. School was boring and everything. Cos of Ramadan, everything is closed. My posts are gna be ubber short, for all I care. I'm sorry, it's not my fault I've got boring days =( =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Had a totally fun bitch fight with Zoe today (: We started pulling each other's hair and shizzle. People looked of course, but it was funny. We hung out with Joey and his friends. He's alright... Anyways, Aysel dared Sam to hug me, and it felt nice (: haha. Saoud is really funny btw. He makes lots of jokes, like, he tried calling "666" cos we were talking about superstitions in Humanities and it's the devil's number ;D So yeah, that's pretty much my day. I can't remember what happens anyways =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8705015715367788493?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8705015715367788493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8705015715367788493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8705015715367788493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8705015715367788493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-boring-day-with-yeppy-teacher-s.html' title='another boring day, with a yeppy teacher =S'/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3648196059540235955</id><published>2009-09-06T16:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:38:43.504+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My twin | He's back (=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOLAAAAA =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm gna do a random post today =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wait, before I do that, I wna say that I'm taking Espanol =/ I guess it's alright, dont really wna take it though, but like whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, Zoe gave me a Little Miss Twins tee. She has one for herself and she made me wear it so that we match. &amp;amp;I did. It was cool, I suppose. So we pretty much did nothing today. Just talked and listened to music. Break time, sat with Aysel, Bella, Sanne and Zoe and we talked. *gossipgossip* haha, jookes. I guess, I pretty much had a boring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just came back from the dentist and I'm gna get my lower braces on Saturday =S Then went to Jarir Bookstore to get school stuff then to Baskin Robbins to get ice-cream =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh right, one more thing "Anibal's Back" =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hotter than ever, haha. Nisa dah giler =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alrighty then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gootta sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nightnight x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3648196059540235955?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3648196059540235955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3648196059540235955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3648196059540235955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3648196059540235955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/holaaaaa-d-im-gna-do-random-post-today.html' title='My twin | He&apos;s back (='/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3766843617065543542</id><published>2009-09-03T16:18:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:45:33.611+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pfft, nothing great happened today. Had PE though. Mr M announced that we're gna have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and another trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; =D It'll be next year though, so I gotta wait. And it's freaking expensive btw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12,000 riyals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for the ski trip =O Like OMG right? And the Italy trip is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6000 riyals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, my dad said I could go to Italy but the ski trip, he'll have to see. Awww =( Oh well, it's good enough my dad's letting me go somewhere (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IDK what else to write about, school hasnt been THAT interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the hot boy I was talking about is called Joseph, I've got him on FB. *YAY* He's like mixed with Asian somewhere =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll write tomorrow or something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Toodles xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3766843617065543542?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3766843617065543542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3766843617065543542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3766843617065543542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3766843617065543542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/pfft-nothing-great-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4375132543739983198</id><published>2009-09-02T21:51:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:40:07.772+03:00</updated><title type='text'>thee BITCHES unite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ELLOOOOO (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahaha. I have no idea what's wrong with me. Sorreh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Currently bored, as you all know. Ramadan in Qatar is terrible! Anyways, had school till 12.50 today. Lessons started for real now. PE was first but we hardly did anything. Then Math with Mr Jarrett. He's new, but he's cool. Then we had, urghh, I can't remember. Change subject (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh wait, my homeroom teacher, Ms Lindermann, I think. She yepped for 20 whole minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First about swine flu, then about plants? Wth, then she said she was cold. She doesn't stop! LIKE OHMAHGAWD =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why'd you just have to spoil my days in school? You're stealing all the new girls. You think you're so cool, but think again BIATCH. They'll realise one day you guys are just bad influence.. It's just the truth, accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ain't got anything else to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Byebye, xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4375132543739983198?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4375132543739983198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4375132543739983198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4375132543739983198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4375132543739983198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/ellooooo-ahaha.html' title='thee BITCHES unite'/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3927651976492248748</id><published>2009-09-01T21:27:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:42:10.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ALOHA =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm so hyper today. Why you may ask? Cos it's the first day of school (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'twas awesome. Woke up, showered, changed. Got to school late though. Reached school and realised everyone went in already. Ms Kelly said everyone was at the auditorium so I went there. &amp;amp;Sanne, Aysel, Zoe&amp;amp;Bella were like, "NISAAAAAAAA!" Everyone stared. It was nice to see them though. Missed them :( So yeah, we talked and caught up. Found out I was in 9A, same as Zoe, Nouh, Ali, Tom, Ollie, Tijn, Alanood, Anastasia and loads loads more. Homeroom teacher is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;! She wont stop yepping for goodness sake =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh oh, guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;THERE'S A NEW BOY WHO LOOKS LIKE TAYLOR LAUTNER! HE'S HAAAAAWT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; He's from Canada btw (: &amp;amp;he's in yr 10, Sanne&amp;amp;Aysel's class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So yeah, we're like bored in school for the first day. Did nothing really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So yeah, gottagooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;School tomorrow =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Byebye, xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3927651976492248748?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3927651976492248748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3927651976492248748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3927651976492248748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3927651976492248748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/09/aloha-d-im-so-hyper-today.html' title='First day of school (:'/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6133051017966402760</id><published>2009-06-22T19:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:04:15.968+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hey people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not really in a good mood today. Some bitches trying to find fault with me. They're so stupid I tell you! SUCH BIATCHES! Sorry, too angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyways, i so cant wait 7 more days to Singapore! Leaving for the airport on the 29th and arriving in Singapore on the 30th. CAN'T WAIT! I still haven't packed yet. Can't decide which shoes I wna bring. I'm leaving behind like 10 shoes and currently I have to decide between another 14 :S Mummy says that I can only bring like 8? Like NOOO WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So erm, school is okay, I suppose besides the Bitches. We're not doing much work. Reports are coming out this week, which means no more assessment! OH YEAH! And they're having really good sales in malls here :D Sadly, I'm going back to Singapore and I don't have much time to shop as I have to pack. Oh well, there's gna be sales in Singapore too (: Good good, happy happy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Haha, looks like I've cheered up a lil bit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh btw, Zoe came over after school today. She didn't stay long though. Her mum wouldn't let her :( Well, we still had fun though. Played Wii, keyboard, guitar, drums and stuff like that. I'm gna miss my friends while I'm in Singapore :( Mummy just told me Aunty Naz, Hariz, Haziq&amp;amp;Hyan are going back on the same flight with us :D WOOOOO! It's gna be so much fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Haha, kay, enough posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;byebye &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6133051017966402760?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6133051017966402760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6133051017966402760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6133051017966402760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6133051017966402760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3252927631931724336</id><published>2009-05-06T21:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:57:35.997+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;I've got &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It totally didnt hurt! I kept laughing cos the dentist kept joking around. The colour I spelled braces is the colours of my braces :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Zoe's so jealous that I've got braces. Haha, she's such a funny babe! Ily, Zoe. You're my TWINZIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&amp;amp;tomorrow, me and Zoe are gna wer the same clothes, together with converse. Haha. We're so cool. Anyways, school was fun today. ANIBAL IS SO CUTE! I frigging swear! Ahhh, I'm melting! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Kay, I'll blog tomorrow. Kinda lazy now. Oh &amp;amp;btw, 6 more weeks till SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ily guys back home &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3252927631931724336?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3252927631931724336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3252927631931724336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3252927631931724336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3252927631931724336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-people-guess-what-ive-got-b-r-c-e-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-2870599188591235612</id><published>2009-04-27T21:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:20:13.077+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Holla, my dear readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's been so so long since my last post. School is definitely AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today, Zoe and I wore the same jumper to school. How cool is that?! I know, it's cool. Haha! We were wearing same jumper, blue highlights, blue converse (different shades), same haircut. WE WERE TWINS! TWINZZIES FOREVA!!! Ily, ZOE! So, we were going around and everyone was asking why we were wearing the same things. Mr Morris was like, well done, girls. Very good job, you really look like twins. HAHA, DAMN FUNNY I TELL YOU! So, Maths was uber boring. Music was fun cos we were watching Britain's Got Talent. Break, me and Zoe ran round and round chasing the Arab boys. They're so much fun to hang out with. Then we had SCIENCE. It was B-O-R-I-N-G! After that we had, English Extension. It was okay. During break, me and Zoe played with Nouh and Ali and Ahmed and Khalid. They're such mean-ies, in a god way :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Me and Zoe made the boys use our lip gloss and they did! haha. They're just too AWESOME! English was alright. We had to do grammar and it was sooo easy! Spelling test, I got the highest. Yay Me! Lol. Then we went to the library. Me and Zoe kinda disturbed Sam. He's really cute, but sadly, he's TAKEN! aww. oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;After school, we had soccer practice. It was fun. Mr M was so cool about it. Oh, and I really think Tamim is cute. He talks to me often nowadays. &amp;amp;for some weird reason, he keeps looking at me everytime I walk past him (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh yeah, we're having a Spring Social. In other words, it's Spring Dance! Yay. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kay, gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Missing all my darls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-2870599188591235612?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/2870599188591235612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=2870599188591235612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2870599188591235612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2870599188591235612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/04/holla-my-dear-readers-its-been-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-7829679905084419476</id><published>2009-04-08T23:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:50:39.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the last day of school today. It was really awesome but sad at the same time. We're having easter vacation right now. For this whole week, we didn't do much work. All we did was bond and have fun. We watched movies and had parties too. In English, we watched I Am David. It's really interesting. It was based on a book. &amp;amp;in Humanities today, we watched Twilight. There were only like 8 people in class today as the rest were already on vacation. They went overseas. So, only me, Alanood, Hester, Iman, Ollie, Thabit, Marissa and Bella came to class. It was fun though. Then we had assembly and it was kinda different this time round. There were musical performances and it was really good. I really liked it. In Art, we had to finish with our project. Me, Ollie and Tomoki were working together. It was kinda awesome. Then we had Humanities and continued watching Twilight. On the way there, Ollie gave me a piggy back and he ran into the lockers. It hurts but it was kinda cool. So yeah. We stayed in during second break to finish watching Twilight. We brought in lots of food and chips and POPCORN! haha. I so love them. Then we had 10 mins of French before going for another assembly. Mr Hermon was talking about how long it's been since we last had a LONG break. It's been 14 SCHOOL WEEKS! Like, OMG, right?! But it didn't feel long as I really enjoy school here. Everyone's really awesome and fun! Oh a new German boy is coming to my class. Kinda excited xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. So there'll be 16 people in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kay, gtg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-7829679905084419476?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/7829679905084419476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=7829679905084419476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7829679905084419476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7829679905084419476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-people-d-its-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8250725118759320376</id><published>2009-04-02T21:01:00.025+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:26:20.041+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm so bored right now, so I decided to post :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bet you're happy. Haha, jkjk. So anyways, we went to the souq today. Like, yay! Lol. We went to school as per normal and left for the souq at 8am. I was in a group together with Ali, Saoud, Ahmed, Alanood and Bella. I thought they would be boring but they were just AWESOME! Ali is damn sweet. Ily, Ali! Saoud is funny. He keeps looking for pens. Oh &amp;amp;before i forget, our teacher was Ms Besford, my home room teacher. She's the best. There were 29 of us and 6 in a group. The last group had 5 people. So anyways, we had a talk about Qatar and the souq. It was so BLOODY long! LIKE, OMG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After listening to her for like eternity, we could go around and buy stuff. Our aim of going to the souq is because we're learning lifestyle in geography. In other words, we're learning all about shopping. How cool is that?! Haha. The first thing that popped out of my mind was ICE-CREAM! Only my group and those in Mr Hemmes' group got ice-cream :D So we got our ice-cream and we walked around to find answers for our worksheet, and of course, to SHOP! We had to find something that cost 10 QR or less. We walked round, saw nice things, took pictures and bought stuff. IT WAS FUNFUNFUN! My group's like the best and funnest group :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;So, I bought loads of gum, a shemagh scarf, sweets, crazy string and foam. It's like way way cheaper than Singapore. So then we got back to Haagen-Dazs and ate more ice-cream. Then, me and Zoe suggested to go eat at the Malaysian restaurant as we wanted to eat Nasi Lemak :) So, Siobhan, Bella, Amber and Alanood followed us. &amp;amp;the Arab boys came to join us. They're so cool. So we ate and ate and joked. So yeah, it was really AWESOME! haha. After that, we had to go back to school. Me, Zoe and Siobhan went in the same bus as all the Arab boys. I thought it was a bad idea but I was proved wrong. We had so much FUN! We played around with the foam and crazy strings. Me and Zoe got sprayed really bad. Haha. I'll put up the pics. *sigh* Good times, good times. I so miss those times :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wna go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Toodles :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8250725118759320376?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8250725118759320376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8250725118759320376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8250725118759320376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8250725118759320376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/04/je-taime-zoe-et-siobhan-33-people-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6301199351403523522</id><published>2009-03-31T21:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:53:37.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm baking cookies today! 8B, my class, is having a bake/food sale tomorrow. Hester came over after school today to help bake the cookies. After that, I had to go to the dentist. How sad! ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dentist here is like so EXPENSIVE! Like, OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School is fun today. CDT was boring. Humanities was okay. PE was SUPERB! We played belly rounders. It's like baseball, but we have to kick the ball. &amp;amp;lend on the stomachs when we reach the bases. SO DAMN FUNNY! especially when Sam was doing it. They could also get us out by hitting us with the ball if our stomachs aren't on the mats. MR MORTIMER! YOU'RE THE BEST! haha, okay. gtg now. Finish baking the cookies then gotta sleep. Going to Souq Waqif on Thursday. Gna miss English and French! BOOYA! Oh and mummy's gna get her new car soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Suzuki Vitara, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kay, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Je Deteste Le Francaise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6301199351403523522?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6301199351403523522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6301199351403523522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6301199351403523522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6301199351403523522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-im-baking-cookies-today-8b-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4376809776424129593</id><published>2009-03-30T21:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:37:36.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Holla Amigas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm so tired and bored! GRR! the My legs and arms sore from yesterday's athletics tournament and the quadbike at Sealine (on Saturday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday, went to Sealine with Uncle Nasir's and Uncle Maksud's family. SO DAMN FRIGGING FUN! We reached Sealine at around 10.30 am. Went to the resort. The beach was so NICE! Imagine, a beach, in the desert! Cool, eh? Hanged out there with Hariz, Haziq and Anwar. Then we left at 4 and went to the desert and rode the quad bike. We rode it for an hour+. Me, Anwar, Hariz and Haziq went to the other end of the desert and explored the dunes. The sun set was AWESOME! We were having so much fun! I went too fast though. I went up a dune and instead of going down, I flew off the dune. &amp;amp;obviously, I fell ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It hurts so much. Went home and had dinner at Uncle Nasir's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday, had athletics tournament. SO TIRING! My legs are still SORE! Took part in javelin, shot putt, high jump and relay. I was so supposed to do triple jump and 400m, but I backed out. Too tired. We left school at 12 and went to Al-Khor International School. I got 4th for javelin. YAY ME! haha, jkjk. Went back to school at 7 pm. It was dark already and we were in school, alone. We screamed and shouted and took pictures! Good times, good times. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, that's it. Gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Adios Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4376809776424129593?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4376809776424129593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4376809776424129593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4376809776424129593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4376809776424129593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/03/holla-amigas-im-so-tired-and-bored-grr.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3267478158666048067</id><published>2009-03-26T15:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:05:47.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;HOLLA PPL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;How are you? Sorry for the lack of posting. Damn lazy and busy and tired. So, anyways, reports are out. I did quite okay. Had to do loads of assessments and I haven't been having enough sleep. TIRED ME! Holidays are in 2 weeks time. Yay. Haha. Oh yeah, I have an athletics competition on Sunday. Damn nervous. Gna do 400m, javelin, high jump and relay. I'm so tired, so sleepy, so much homework. Luckily the weekends are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;School's pretty normal, I guess. Tiring but oh-so fun. It's like I don't really miss Singapore now, cos I have them to hang out with right now. They're so fun, but still, they can't replace those in Singapore. I'm kinda spending more time with Ollie, Nouh, Sam, Ali and Asad. They're so much fun. Ollie's like always in the same group as me when we're doing projects, which is cool. Asad, is not that weird now. Nouh is just a gentleman. Sam is normal, annoying, funny Sam. Ali, ooh, I just have to love ALI! He gives me a whole bar of chocolate like almost every day. So yeah. That's pretty much how I'm living my life right now. I don't really know what else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Guess I'm gna stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Byebye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ily &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'll put up pictures soon, I hope :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah bby! Currently single, though I still love him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3267478158666048067?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3267478158666048067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3267478158666048067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3267478158666048067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3267478158666048067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/03/holla-ppl-how-are-you-sorry-for-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6226202821879519473</id><published>2009-03-11T19:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:48:13.047+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey my dear readers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so boredy bored today! Oh and I'm hapepy too. Im not gna write it here. If you wna know then ask me. Anyways, school have been really normal. Assessments and homework piling up cos I haven't been doing my homework. hehe. Humanities assessment is due tomorrow. YIKES! Reports are coming out soon. Darn it :( oh well. I just have to go through it. Phototaking is tomorrow. Wonder what I'll wear. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just have to pick something out from my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have nothing to say. Argghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I had athletics on Monday and it was so TOUGH! Grrr. Hate it. Did high jump and I got 130cm. I could actually go higher. Today had badminton and it was oh so BORING! damn damn damn! haha, kay. I don't wna post anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Iloveyou Ollie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6226202821879519473?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6226202821879519473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6226202821879519473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6226202821879519473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6226202821879519473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-my-dear-readers-im-so-boredy-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3479369498949795803</id><published>2009-03-07T11:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:05:37.747+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Bonjour ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sorry for not updating for a really long time. I bet you guys got really bored of my blog. Super sorry, okiedokie? Well, this week went on pretty well. I kinda liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;On Sunday, we couldnt do much work cos the boys went for soccer. About half the class were missing. But the boys came back after an hour as the game was cancelled. Aww, so sad. But still, we didnt do any work. The boys didnt bring their books :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Monday, the girls had soccer, which includes me! haha. missed the whole day of school. We had to go to Dukhan International School, in Durkhan. It took us 2 hrs to get there! We got so bored in the bus! When we got there, we found out that we were playing against Al-Jazeera International, Qatar International and Gulf English School. Sadly, we lost all 3 games. Oh well. We're a new team, so yeah. But we had lots of fun as a team! Camwhored alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tuesday, was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wednesday, AC Milan played against Al Sadd, a team in Qatar. &amp;amp; the best part was AC Milan players were staying in a hotel right across my apartment. Cool, huh? haha. I saw the players! Beckham was so HAWT!!! haha. Kaka' was hawt too! Got pics of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Thursday, was boring too. I hang out with Ollie alot these days. I think I fell for him... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;okay, gtg now. byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3479369498949795803?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3479369498949795803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3479369498949795803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3479369498949795803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3479369498949795803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/03/bonjour-ppl-sorry-for-not-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3125535976960907209</id><published>2009-02-24T21:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:33:14.482+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont really have the mood to post but i'll do it to liven my blog(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking through pictures of primary school days and I just broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;now, I cant control my tears. It's hurting me on the inside. I seriously miss all of you back home, in Singapore. My friends here aren't the same. Yeah, they're fun and all, but they can't replace you all. Especially Carissa, April &amp;amp; Cher. Oh, and not to forget Darren, Daryl, Hamizah &amp;amp; Akmal. You guys are the best. We used to hang out, play and chat together. Laugh too. You still can meet and hang out, but me, I'm in Qatar and I can only see you guys during my summer breaks. ARGHH! I'm crying and I cant control it. I wish i could just hug you all. Help me, please... Okay, i dont wna talk about this anymore cos you guys might be bored of it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, my trip in Dubai was so fun! Sleptover at Uncle Zack's house. The night when we arrived, didnt do much. It was already at night so we just talked and me and Afiqah stayed up. The next day, we went to Festival City. It was a shopping mall. It's quite new and damn big! Went to Hugo Boss and bought a really cute hat. Then to Forever 21 and bought CLOTHES!! and another hat! haha. Then we bought more stuff but I cant remember. Went back to Uncle Zack's house and got ready to celebrate Aunty Alifah's birthday(: Ate lots of lamb chops and meat. OOH, IM GNA GAIN WEIGHT! ARGHH! Ate cake and went back home. Slept. Woke up at around 9 and got ready to go to Dubai Outlet Mall. ooh, more shopping! haha. Bought stuff from Guess, Nike, Bershka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess: Tops and jacket. Wanted to buy this bag, but didnt... so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nike: High cut sneakers. Damn CUTE! It's purple(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bershka: Tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever 21: Tops and a hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zahier followed us. Afiqah, Ben&amp;amp;Danial had parent/teacher meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back and then we went to Global Village. It's all this pavillians representing countries with shops selling souvenirs. It's so cool! And it was in the desert! Went back and slept. Then we went to celebrate my birthday the next day. Went to Dubai Mall. It was so HUGE! Me and Afiqah went to Forever 21 and tried on clothes. We were like some crazy girls. haha. Then went to Zizi's house, my distant cousin and had tea. Then we went to Mall of the Emirates. Shopped there again. Blablabla and went home. Then we had cakes and snacks, ooh, yummy! haha. Me and Afiqah stayed up and stuff. Watched a ghost movie and fell asleep. Woke up early the next day and went back to Doha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kay, end of story. Really tired now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3125535976960907209?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3125535976960907209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3125535976960907209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3125535976960907209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3125535976960907209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people-i-dont-really-have-mood-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3824372903034404279</id><published>2009-02-17T16:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:46:39.153+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hey people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Really short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm going to Dubai till Saturday so I'm not gna post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm going there for my birthday! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh wait, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't wna grow up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyways, it's this Friday, shower me with presents. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm of course, just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gtg now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Miss you all loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3824372903034404279?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3824372903034404279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3824372903034404279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3824372903034404279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3824372903034404279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people-really-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-9170416977998567223</id><published>2009-02-08T21:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:55:54.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hey my sweet/dear readers(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Haha! Did you guys realise that I try to come with a different greeting every post? Well, I'm just trying new things. LOL! Okay, enough of all this nonsense. I couldnt blog yesterday cos I was really, really busy. Daddy woke me up at around 9 for breakfast. He told us to get ready as we were going out. Showered, used the comp and chatted for 5 mins and had to leave. Went to City Centre first. Bought some things. I got Roxy stuff and bought some other stuff. Well, we got things for Danial, Afiqah, Ben and Zahier cos we're going to Dubai for my birthday! YAY! haha. Went to Villagio next and I cant really remember what we did there. But, I did remember buying a French dictionary. Then we went to get some groceries. Urghh, I really hate picking all the onions, garlics, ginger, tomatoes, well, let's just say all the veggies! Bought lots and lots of snacks. Oh, and best of all, I got REDBULL! HAHA! My dad bought me like a carton of it cos I had a cross country competition today. I'll talk about it later :D Uncle Nasir then called if we could meet up for dinner and my dad said okay. Finished grocery shopping at around 6. Rushed to Qatar Airways office to get the plane tickets to Dubai. Went home and by the time we got home, Uncle Nasir was already at Fuddruckers(a fast food restaurant here. Damn NICE!) Wanted to use the comp awhile but Daddy said we had to go already. Couldnt reply all the people who chatted with me. Sorry guys... Arrived at Fuddruckers and the kids played at the playground for awhile. Me and Hariz didnt play though, cos we didnt feel like it. So, we just talked. I've got to say, he's the only NORMAL guy I've met here so far. Shhhh... The boys in my school had better not find out about this. *Giggles* Went in to order our food and went out again. It's really fun outside. It's really really fun talking to Hariz. He makes me laugh in some way. &amp;amp;He's a really good listener. He helps me if I've got problems... (: Went in again when our food came and I couldnt concentrate on eating cos Haziq kept on goofing around, and I swear, he's really, really funny! I laughed so hard that I hardly ate my burger. I only ate half of it and we went out again. Talked, and played for awhile and then we went home. Gna meet them again on Friday. They're coming over to my house(: Went home and Daddy packed to go to KL/Singapore. He's gna help me get some of my stuff. Yay! He's gna buy me stuff from Singapore too, cos we cant find it here. He left at around 11.30pm and I went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Went to school as per normal. Had French first. Learned some new stuff. Then Science, nth much happened. Break. English, had to write a book review of at least 250 words on Fire, Bed and Bone. It was really stupid. We only had around 40 mins to write it. I couldnt even remember parts of the book. Kinda got stuck. Anyways, it's over now. PE was next and we played baseball. I was really bad at it. Seriously. Ran so much and had to get ready to go for the cross country competition. Changed into our jerseys and left for Al-Khor International School, which is out of Doha. It's obviously located in Al-Khor, another state in Qatar. We ate in the bus cos we didnt have time. It took us about an hour or slightly more to get there. We thought we were late, but we were like the first school to arrive. There was Newton International, Qatar International, Park House International, Doha College, and of course Al-Khor International. I think there were a few more schools, but i cant remember. So, we had to run 3km. It was really unfair for my school cos they started earlier than us. They called uus when they already started and we were like running, trying to catch up. I finished the race in about 15mins or less. But, I ended up in 30th position out of like 50 girls and the first girl from ISLQ. Yay me! haha, how lame! Zoe second, Alanood third, Hester forth and Victoria fifth. There were only 5 girls cos the others backed out. HMPHH! Nouh was supposed to run 3km but he followed Saif, who was running 5km. So, they both finished last. How embarrassing! Took loads of pics. I'll upload it some day, or maybe today, if I have the time. Anyways, I've got to get the group shot from the teacher. Me and Zoe almost puked in the bus cos the ride was so bumpy! We didnt puke though. Otherwise, it would all end up on ALI! haha. Zoe's mum gave me a lift home. I sat on the sofa and fell asleep. Woke up after half an hour and showered. I'm gna go sleep now. So fcuking tired! ARGHH! Damn, I've still got some homework to do. AWW MAN! This makes me scream more. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Okay then, I'd better start working on it. Byebye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. "J' ai est amaruex toi..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Try to figure out what it means, if you want to. &amp;amp;I'm not so sure if this is the way to write it cos there are many many different ways/rules of writing sentences in French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-9170416977998567223?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/9170416977998567223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=9170416977998567223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9170416977998567223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9170416977998567223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-my-sweetdear-readers-haha-did-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4127512693547826808</id><published>2009-02-05T16:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:03:29.664+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boo, my sweet readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kay, random-ness. School was okay today. But still boring! Homeroom, did something about Wall-E, since we watched it last week, during assembly. Answered so many questions for an hour. We didnt really do it though. Didnt have assembly today, though. So we just stayed in our homeroom classes. Talked more and waited till it was time for the next class. It was English. ARGHH! I hate it! Especially the teacher! Did some work and finally, BREAK! Played and talked and ate. The Arab boys here are so stupid. They kept saying, "Kamu babi" without even knowing what it means. They think it's a bad word. Sheesh. It's not a bad word! I mean it is, but it's not that much of a bad word. Then we had Art for 3 periods. Finished up painting my nasty burger, made a poster(out of styrafoam), and I guess that was all the time I had for. Nouh&amp;amp;Jassim kept disturbing me. Hmphh! Well, Nouh's pretty cute&amp;amp;hawt, so i didnt really mind. But Jassim, urghh, I cant even say it. Though, he's really, really funny. I call him hamster/birdie cos he keeps eating sunflower seeds, every single day! Then we had Humanities. Tried to finish my Humanities assessment but couldnt. So, I'm just gna do it at home. Had break, and it was the funniest thing ever! Zoe wanted to do a handstand, but she fell. &amp;amp;Guess what? She ripped her pants. There was a loud *riiiiip* sound. I was like, what's that? &amp;amp;she said her pants ripped. Oh no! She laughed like hell and all of us laughed too. Seriously, we were laughing like mad ppl! Zoe didnt wna get up cos tyhe whole was really big. So, she just covered it up with her jacket. Funny seyh! She kept laughing&amp;amp;laughing throughout the whole break. When we were about to go up, someone pushed Anwar in a box and we laughed again. Ollie laughed like some mad person! Anwar's face turned really RED! HAHA! Last 2 periods were French and we had a test. I didnt really study it though. Hehe. I wanted to study it, but i just coulnt be bothered. Well, I really couldnt do it cos it was really hard. We had to write a paragraph man. Like WTH! Had some questions, finished it and scribbled the paragraph. I wrote something like, "Il homme tombe le something a l'something" It means, "A man fell down the ship into the water" Like wth, right? haha. I scribbled it anyhow :S I think I flunked it cos I didnt understand the plural part. Well, it's my first test, and I've never taken French before. So, dont expect me to get high marks. Haha. Oh, I MADE THE CROSS COUNTRY TEAM! lol. There's a 3mile race on Sunday. Hopefully, we dont lose(: Okiedokie. I dontknow what else to ay, so BYEBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4127512693547826808?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4127512693547826808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4127512693547826808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4127512693547826808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4127512693547826808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo-my-sweet-readers-kay-random-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3601517690688795367</id><published>2009-02-04T22:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:33:47.611+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Helloooooo Everybodyyyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, I know. You must think I'm crazy right now. It's close to crazy, but I'm nowhere near it! Haha. I'm just HIGH, as always(: Yeah, it's the last day of school before the weekends! I'm so gna slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;School was pretty much normal today. Really, really boring. Had CDT first, and we had tomake a frame out of wood. I hate it so fcuking much! It's so hard! I keep breaking the wood :S Had Math after that, but it was really stupid. Jassim, Asad, Sam, Ghanim and Ollie kept fooling around. Jassim kept eating those seeds that hamsters/birds eat. It's really disgusting. Asad and Jassim got detention for fooling around. Haha, good for them. Alanood kept sabotaging them. *Sigh* Had break, and we played with Siobhan's board. I dont really know what it's called, but it's really cool. Kept falling down. English Extension was soooooooooooo BORING! Mr Morris kept nagging at us. It gets really annoying. Had to do an assessment about US presidents. Boring right? Then we had Humanities. Another assessment... *Cry* Why so many assessments? Urghh! Hate IB! Break and then finally, Science. Had to present my assessment. I was so fcuking nervous! I did it, and it was all over. Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Went home, and now, I'm sitting in front of the comp, typing this. Gna meet Uncle Yaya tomorrow, cos he's flying off to Switzerland to meet Aunty Shahnaz. WEEE! lol, random. Oh damn, tomorrow have French test. Better go study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Salut! (Bye in French) (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3601517690688795367?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3601517690688795367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3601517690688795367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3601517690688795367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3601517690688795367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/02/helloooooo-everybodyyyyyyyy-yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-626005737940208212</id><published>2009-02-02T14:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:22:19.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BOO PPL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss me? lol. I just blogged just now. School was BORING today! First was maths. Nothing much happened. Well, Asad called Mrs Peiris, Mrs Penis, and it was damn funny. And he did some silly stuff and got detention. Stupid, huh? Well, obviously, he's stupid, so it doesnt matter. HAHA! Then we had music. played the guitar today. I'm gna ask my dad to get me a new guitar for my birthday, which is really SOON!  YAY ME! haha, lame! Then, break. Science, really boring. Don't have to talk about it. ExtendedEnglish, boring as well. Break and English. SUPERBLY BORING MAN! Can die of total BOREDOM on MONDAYS! Oh yeah, last week, nothing much happened, except for the weekends. It was SUPER DUPER FUN! Spent Thursday night with Hariz, Haziq&amp;amp;Hayan. Played dodgeball, again. It's like our favourite thing to do when we meet. Friday, went to play futsal with them. Then, had dinner and the boys came to my house, again! The parents went to the souq, or something. Played again. They went back at around 12.30 am. Cool, huh? haha. Saturday, went to buy my snacks and food for school and done. That was my weekend. URGHH! I'm so freaking bored man! Currently chatting with my dear Carissa, Hamizah and ZOE! Okiedokie, I wna go now. Too lazy to post. BYEBYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-626005737940208212?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/626005737940208212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=626005737940208212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/626005737940208212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/626005737940208212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo-ppl-miss-me-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6799583698030368851</id><published>2009-02-02T06:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:58:58.674+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello monkeys/ people, whatsoever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I haven't been blogging for quite a long time now. It's just that I've got lots of assessments this week and I'm a lil lazy to update :P This post isn't gna be a long one cos I gtg to school soon. I'll update when I come back. I'm doing this for Carissa's sake. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toodles(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6799583698030368851?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6799583698030368851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6799583698030368851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6799583698030368851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6799583698030368851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-monkeys-people-whatsoever-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-7623987106688160512</id><published>2009-01-23T14:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:38:40.363+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Heyhey Everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm really bored now. It rained this morning and the sun didn't come up till, like now? Okay, so it was really cold this morning and I was freezing. Brrr... I might be going out later. I dont wna go though cos I'm really tired. I'm so bored now. I have been really high and I'm really glad that Carissa is high too. Haha. Lame. Okay well, this is a really short post. I might update again later. Okay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Byebye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-7623987106688160512?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/7623987106688160512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=7623987106688160512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7623987106688160512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7623987106688160512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/heyhey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-274156945341072309</id><published>2009-01-22T19:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:13:11.131+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holla my dearies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting high these days. I seriously dont know why. School was quite okay today. Had mentor first. It's something like doing something together with your homeroom class. So, yeah. Did some boring things and had assembly afterwards. It was terribly boring. They were talking about some photography competition. It lasted for at least 30mins. I almost fell asleep but luckily, Alanood entertained me and nudged me every time I was falling asleep. Had English and we had a fire drill when we were doing some boring work. THANKYOU FIRE DRILL! Lol. We had to walk out to the carpark and assemble there, in the cold, windy weather. I swear, it was so COLD! I was shiverring and I only had a shirt and jacket on. The teachers made us stand there for 15mins. Torture, isn't it? I know. Okay, so, we went back to class and it was finally warm. Phew... Lucky for us, the bell rang in time for break(: Ate and talked and played. Then we had art. We had to make a disgusting burger out of clay. I made mine with worms, bird poo, burnt meat, ants, maggots and other stuff. Cool, huh? Haha. Disgusting too. Art lasted for 1h30mins. Had 1 period of Humanities after that. Oh yeah, Hester brought doughnuts today. It's for her's and Ms Besford's birthday. She is so cool. Ate in class and had another break. I realise that I eat alot here, in Qatar. It's really bad cos I'm gaining weight. But the good thing is, I'm growing taller at the same time too. So, when I'm back, I may look different. Haha. Anyways, had French for last 2 periods. It was so boring but at least I understood what the worksheet was asking for this time round. Did the work and stuff and let the teacher mark and oh, Charlie got kicked at the back of the leg by.... ME! Haha. He didnt want to queue up when Zoe told him to. So, I got annoyed and kicked him, twice. He is so STUBBORN! Ollie high-fived me. Zoe too. Haha. Charlie, YOU DESERVED THAT! Well, that's my day. Mummy's sick today. Aww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-274156945341072309?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/274156945341072309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=274156945341072309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/274156945341072309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/274156945341072309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/holla-my-dearies-im-getting-high-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-7986680182656225804</id><published>2009-01-21T21:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:46:48.352+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hello Earthlings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Haha. I have no idea what happened to me. I'm high, that's all(: Anyways, school was fun today. We had CDT first and Math after. Math sucked. We had to do some test but it was really easy. It was like some P5 work about ratio and scales. The teacher gave us 30mins to do it but I finished it in around 10mins. I wanted to hand in the paper but she said keep it with us first. Then Ollie asked for a piece of paper to draw on, but she said dont waste paper. So, we were sitting there, BORED, for another 15mins. I think she was trying to kill us. Then I started scribbling nonsense on my book. And passed notes to ppl. We were mostly talking craps though. And she got frustrated with us that she took our papers. YEAH! Haha. Had break after that and we played badminton outside. Zoe brought the stuff-ies. Can't remember what we had after that but I remember having Humanities/Geography before lunch. Dinah brought in a cake as she was transferring school to American School Doha. It was a real pity that she had to go cos she was the first friend I made here. The cake was yummy. LOL. It was caramel and chocolate(: Oh yeah, before cake, Ms Besford made us do work on floods and tornadoes. I hate that subject. After that, had another break and we didnt do much. Finally, we had Science. We had to do some periscope thingy. Kinda boring though cos we sent an hour doing that. Stupid, right? Went home, ate and chatted with my friends. I really miss them alot. I cant express how much cos it really is alot. Good thing I'm going back inn July. Most probably on the 2nd night and I'll reach Singapore in the morning, on the 3rd. Cant wait(: Yesterday night was really fun. My friends came over. I'm not sure how to spell their names though(Haris, Haziq&amp;amp; Hayan). Haziq played with Anwar. Hayan with Riyah and Haris used my lappy. We talked while he was using it. Talked about school and stuff. He's in Yr 10 and Haziq's in Year 8, same as me. The fun part was when I started hitting haziq with the balls cos I have at leats 7 balls in my house. And he hit me back and Anwar joined us. And then Hayan and riyah played along. &amp;amp;I dragged haris to play along as well. So, it was really fun, throwing the balls around. Haziq and Anwar were in 1 team and the rest of us in another team. Anwar and Haziq were screaming like girls and they ended up messing my room. Guess what? I'm lazy to post more. Guess I'll stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Btw, I have changed the timing for my posts to Qatar timing, so it's easier for me. If you wna know what the time is in Singapore, add 5hrs to the time on my posts(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;BYEBYE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-7986680182656225804?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/7986680182656225804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=7986680182656225804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7986680182656225804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7986680182656225804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-earthlings-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-9102949560703665803</id><published>2009-01-16T16:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:33:22.088+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMlT369I/AAAAAAAAAS8/fSvUr-Jiuo4/s1600-h/DSC07050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291883709962120146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMlT369I/AAAAAAAAAS8/fSvUr-Jiuo4/s320/DSC07050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMoHOh2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Xk3apzH4Fdk/s1600-h/DSC07049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291883710714382178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMoHOh2I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Xk3apzH4Fdk/s320/DSC07049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMQyCugI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZQmx5HQ9XPw/s1600-h/DSC07033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291883704451512834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMQyCugI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZQmx5HQ9XPw/s320/DSC07033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMUlzy2I/AAAAAAAAASk/atYmfIWvZLE/s1600-h/DSC07016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291883705473944418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMUlzy2I/AAAAAAAAASk/atYmfIWvZLE/s320/DSC07016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Iman and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLTBMacFI/AAAAAAAAASc/_4aXy0ICR3k/s1600-h/DSC07047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291882721014607954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLTBMacFI/AAAAAAAAASc/_4aXy0ICR3k/s320/DSC07047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Siobhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLS1Dbr0I/AAAAAAAAASU/ZduOyNxu5MQ/s1600-h/DSC07046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291882717755715394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLS1Dbr0I/AAAAAAAAASU/ZduOyNxu5MQ/s320/DSC07046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLSglQqQI/AAAAAAAAASM/slR-MjGPLSY/s1600-h/DSC07045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291882712260454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLSglQqQI/AAAAAAAAASM/slR-MjGPLSY/s320/DSC07045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLSiDhGLI/AAAAAAAAASE/ALja_vlJs8U/s1600-h/DSC07043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291882712655796402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLSiDhGLI/AAAAAAAAASE/ALja_vlJs8U/s320/DSC07043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siobhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLSXKOkGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8lFAgCoRbkI/s1600-h/DSC07112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291882709731151970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCLSXKOkGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8lFAgCoRbkI/s320/DSC07112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nayla, Zoe and Me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-9102949560703665803?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/9102949560703665803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=9102949560703665803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9102949560703665803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9102949560703665803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool-huh-dinah-iman-and-me-siobhan.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SXCMMlT369I/AAAAAAAAAS8/fSvUr-Jiuo4/s72-c/DSC07050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-9069713137844074746</id><published>2009-01-16T16:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:21:11.173+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;HEY all the ALIENS/PPL out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I dont know what happened to me. Im just really really HIGH! Yeah baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Anyways, today was the annual prize giving ceremony at Gongshang. Sadly, I had to miss it. I was supposed to go back to Singapore to get my EAGLES award but I couldnt. I had to settle my visa and stuff. Im so sad:( April and Carissa were telling me about the award ceremony and the school and how much the ex-Gongshangers have changed. Aww, I miss it already. Oh yeah, before i forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Anwar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're 11 now! Better start using your 11 year old brain properly! Oh, and don't be so immatured!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Haha. Im mean, I know. It doesnt matter cos that's how I am. Muahahaha! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, I dont know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ooh, Ooh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;6.9-ners '08!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Must meet up with me when I come back for sumemr, okay? I'll try to arrange something(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Miss and love you guys, loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Byebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-9069713137844074746?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/9069713137844074746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=9069713137844074746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9069713137844074746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9069713137844074746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all-aliensppl-out-there-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8806651279835483384</id><published>2009-01-12T13:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:37:12.461+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for not posting for a really long time. Im  just being lazy. Im sick today. Didnt go to school and it's so sad cos schooling here is really fun. The math teacher is a little mental. Though she's just a sub. The real math teacher went back to SA cos her sis or whoever passed away. So, this teacher, I think she's Indian(no offence, though). She kept saying one as vone. It's as if she's replacing the w with a v. Yesterday, we had math and I think it was the funniest. The boys made noise and she was like "vone more time, I'll send you to Mr Ireland's office" Then they played with this teeny-weeny camera and she said we were just being silly and confiscated it. Then someone complained about Ollie, Sam and Asad and they had to move places. Ollie, all the way at the back and Asad behind me. He didnt bother to do his work and played with I dont know what. Alanood said that he was so noisy and he had to move again. Then I told them that she was such a gundu. And we nicknamed her Ms. Gundu. Everyone laughed and the teacher was staring at us blankly. And Jasim, being the smart one, took out his iPhone and snapped pictures of her back. We laughed again and her expression was like " These kids are crazy" Oh yeah, PE waas fun too. Mr M wasnt in school cos he went to Kenya or something like that. Another teacher replaced him and he made us play cricket. I hate cricket. I missed all 3 balls. We played soccer after cricket. Mixed team. Jasim, Sam, Dinah and Tomoki were in my team. It was so fun. I kept tackling the ppl. And the ball kept hitting me :( Dinah was the keeper for our team. Sam scored the first and third goals and me the second. Haha, lame. So anyways, Asad told me on MSN that 4 ppl didnt come to school today, including me. Whinch means that only 10 ppl were in class today. Wow, thats so liitle. The 4 of us are down with the flu. Dinah was complaining about her stomach since yesterday. Now, Im stuck at home, bored. Well, not so bored cos Im chatting with my friends. Oh, and my dad says that we will most probably leave for Singapore on the 2nd of July. Cos I only end school on that date and I've got my cousin's wedding to attend to on the 4th or 5th. It's the first wedding among all the cousins. And he's not the oldest cousin. I cant wait for it. Well, gtg now. Im too lazy to post(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8806651279835483384?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8806651279835483384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8806651279835483384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8806651279835483384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8806651279835483384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-people-sorry-for-not-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6992927397833127991</id><published>2009-01-06T19:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:55:30.887+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yo, wassup my peeps? haha. I feel stupid talking like this. So, school ended early today. We ended at 12. Awesome, huh? So, first period was CDT. It lasted for an hour and I was bored to death. Mr Hems or whatever(Ican'tremember) was showing us pictures of food and ppl and old, really old pictures. We're doing a project on photography. Ollie talked too much and Mr... wanted to hit his head with a bottle but he ran away. Asad's phone rang in class and he got hit with that damn bottle. Lucky bottle... I swear, Ollie can't keep that mouth of his shut. Then, we had Humanities. We had a quiz for a half hour. Almost had to be grouped with Sam and Asad but Dinah told me to go with her. Had to answer 48 questions on Geometry. It wasn't that hard. Then we had break. We mostly ate lots of snacks. We had another half an hour on Humanities. Did something on "My Geography". It was really simple. We just had to colour in the countries that we've been to, lived in, and where we got our items from. Then blablabla. I can't remember what we had after that. Had PE afterwards. Mr M made us play badminton. It was really fun. We played in pairs and Mr M played with me. Ollie and Sam wanted a doubles game against us but Mr M said we'll play it some other time. Then we played this cool badminton game. Sam won eventually. I call my teacher Mr M cos I can't remember his name. Played for an hour and it was time to go home. Talked in the toilet and took pics. I'll upload them some day. Well, that's my day. It's pretty short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6992927397833127991?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6992927397833127991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6992927397833127991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6992927397833127991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6992927397833127991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-wassup-my-peeps-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3486871723312626386</id><published>2009-01-04T17:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:44:03.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, today was my first day at school. It was pretty cool and the school was quite big. Woke up at 6. Got ready, ate breakfast and left for school. Reached school and the princpal talked to us and told us which class we would be in. I was in 8B. Mr Icantrememberwhathisnamewas brought me to my class. Apparently it was French. Well, it was a little weird when i tried speaking French though the teacher said was quite good. I wasnt the only one who just started today. There were 2 other people too. A guy called Sam and a girl whom i can't really remember her name. Sam's from idontreallyknow where and the girl's from South Africa. Sam's quite good looking. Seriously. Well, i made some friends already: Dina, Zoey, Iman, Alanood (i think thats the spelling), Victoria, Timoki, Nayla, Amber, Ollie, Sam, Asad, and i cant remember who else. We had Science, Break, English, PE, Lunch, Maths. All lasted for at least an hour. So, yeah. We played soccer for PE. The teacher said i was quite good for a girl. And guess what? He told us about a ski trip in either Italy or France. I may be going. Can't wait for it. Last period was Maths and the teacher wasnt there so we mostly played. Played Hangman and talked and we went home. So, that's my day. Gtg now cos i've got nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3486871723312626386?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3486871723312626386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3486871723312626386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3486871723312626386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3486871723312626386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-7040701657970818961</id><published>2008-12-31T16:04:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:02:32.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hey ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2008 is almost over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;In a couple of hours, we're moving on to a new year, a fresh new start: 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm sad that I'm missing out all the fun back in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't really like it here cos I'm quite lonely :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, anyways, 2008 has been a really good, fun, memorable (and many more words to describe) year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's been great getting to know more ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Those parties, fun, quarrel and everything else we had in the class of 6.9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;You guys are really LOVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I can't believe time moved so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;*Cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hey, Carissa, remem ber the days when we used to fight? Now we're like sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My cousins, aunts and uncles have gone to meet for dinner and countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And me, I'm stuck here, in Qatar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm really hoping to meet up with Aunty Shahnaz and Uncle Yaya tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, well, I'm gna list lots of ppls names right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sorry if i missed you out. Tag your name if you wna be listed(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carissa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;April,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Darren Low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DarylShane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Akmal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chermin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hamizah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amanda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sarah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bryan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Filza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Presley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;AtiqahRaifana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DanialZikry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Darren Pua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hao Zhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aidan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jovan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Practically, the whole of 6.9 and of course, my MT class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And all the senior basketballers too(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I can't think of anymore names right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;All of you ppl, really made 2008 the best year EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ILOVEYOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Have fun in this coming 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hope all of you will like your new schools...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I dont really know what else to say so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-7040701657970818961?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/7040701657970818961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=7040701657970818961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7040701657970818961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7040701657970818961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-ppl-guess-what-2008-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4538606516021027902</id><published>2008-12-25T23:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:38:14.493+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what? I'm already in QATAR! haha. i just arrived on the 25th at 11.30am(Singapore timing). we went to the airport on the 24th at 11 and everyone was already there. okay, not everyone. but i was really happy that Daryl and Akmal came. they're so cool sia. i just wished that carissa and april could go but they couldnt. then i treated the boys at mcdonalds. and we talked while eating. i didnt eat though cos i wasnt hungry. then the boys had to leave ): sad lah. they said i had so many relatives to entertain to, which was true... they brought gifts. how sweet... i didnt want it but they made me take it. rabak, kan? hugged and said bye to them and they left. went back to my relatives and apparently, more had come. i was shocked when i saw Uncle Khair and family at the airport. they said they wouldnt be able to make it but they did. they drove all the way from KL just to send us off. had to take lots of pictures. so many flashes. the funny part was when uncle aja pulled my tongue and he took a photo. i dared him to do it. haha. im gna get it from him soon. we talked for awhile more and tears were shed. i swear, it was really sad. i cried on the plane. went in and walked to the gate. we had to wait for like an hour cos the plane just arrived. i slept throughout the journey to Qatar. i only woke up for breakfast. the weather here is quite cold cos it's winter. duh, winter is cold. haha. anyways, im currently staying at an apartment and it's damn cool. i have my own toilet, tv, phone, lappy and other stuff. and it's pretty big too. rested while my dad went to work. met up with Aunty Shahnaz and Uncle Yaya afterwards. went to city centre for dinner. walked around and went back to the apartment. we talked and played. they left afterwards. im gna mmet up with them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, i miss all of you right now. sorry i cant update my blog often cos im a lil lazy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, thats it. byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4538606516021027902?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4538606516021027902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4538606516021027902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4538606516021027902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4538606516021027902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-people-guess-what-im-already-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6960463539248093879</id><published>2008-12-22T19:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:12:20.041+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hey ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sorry i didnt post for a long time. i was in KL during the weekend cos i had to visit my uncle before leaving for Qatar. Wow, looks like im leaving for the airport this Wednesday night :( Im so sad to leave all of you. But i have to go. I'll come back every year for summer vacation. Anyways, KL was quite okay. Arrived on friday night and Aunty Yah, Uncle Dol and Ali were there. We slept at Uncle Khair's house. Sadly, they left the next morning :( We went to Berjaya Times Square for lunch with my Dad's friends. Then we went to the amusement park and went home. My parents then got ready for my Dad's friends wedding along with my Uncle and Aunty. Me, my siblings and Abg Rezza went to Cineleisure to catch a movie but it was sold out. So we bought tickets for Bolt at 23 30. &amp;amp;we went back home. We left again at 23 00 to watch the movie. Quite nice ah. The next day, my cousins living in KL came over. They're damn cute lah. Went for another movie with Kakak Farah and Abg Rezza. It's called Histeria. A ghost movie. Damn scary sia. It was sad that Abg Imran couldnt go. He had a gig somewhere. We got home in time for Arsenal vs Liverpool. Kakak Farah supported Liverpool. She fell asleep half way. Final score: 1-1. Sad, kan? haha. Got home today at around 21 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I went for soccer with my cousins and uncles on thursday. The day i got my results too. &amp;amp; guess what school i got into....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;TANJONG KATONG SECONDARY SCHOOL! yeah man! that's my first choice and i was damn shocked cos the cut off point was exactly 237. thats my aggregate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kay, then. Gtg sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Byebye(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6960463539248093879?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6960463539248093879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6960463539248093879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6960463539248093879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6960463539248093879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-ppl-sorry-i-didnt-post-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8373636805466894759</id><published>2008-12-16T16:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:37:48.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyhey people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I so didnt post for a really long time):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so so sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my cousins are sleeping over tonight. gna have so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. me and shaq are totally CRAZY! amirah too! we've been laughing like hell! haha. giler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to KL on Friday with my cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gna stay at my uncle's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't wait(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah, im gna get my secondary school postings on thursday. can't wait(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, i dont wna keep my cousins waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a really short post. i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sorry and i'll post more next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss my friends and everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;I'm leaving for Qatar on Wednesday. That's so early. Hope my dad got the car fixed by the time we move there(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8373636805466894759?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8373636805466894759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8373636805466894759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8373636805466894759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8373636805466894759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/12/heyhey-people-i-so-didnt-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-2929572231708336231</id><published>2008-12-05T13:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:42:55.907+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm supposed to do this test like last month but i didnt have the time. looks like i'll do it now since im super bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q1: The person who tagged you was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Adlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q2: Your relationship with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Madrasah Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q3: Five impressions of her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Fun, humorous, caring, loyal, cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q4: The most memorable thing she has done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I'm not so sure. Oh, maybe it was that time when she kept my secret(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q5: If she becomes your lover, you would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lol. I'm not les...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q6: If she becomes your lover, she needs to improve on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I dont know. I'm not a LES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q7: If she becomes your enemy, you would...What do you do when you have an enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nothing, really. I don't like having enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q8: If she becomes your enemy, she needs to improve on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q9: If she becomes your enemy, the reason would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know. I already said i dont like having enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q10: The most desired thing you want for her to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hmmm... Not sure about that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q11: Your overall impression of her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q12: How do you think others will think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Don't know. Never asked anyone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q13: The characters you love about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm addicted to chocolate and coffee. haha. &amp;amp;I get high easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q14: The characters you hate about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;*thinking. but not getting anything*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q15: The most ideal person you wanna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't wna be anyone. I just wna be ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q16: For people that care and love you, what would you wanna say to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Love you too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q17: Pass this quiz on to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm so not gna list out 10 ppl. I just couldn't be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1)Carissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2)April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;3)Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;4)Hamizah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;5)Zainab; Baniaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q18: Who is 6 having a relantionship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I didn't even list out 6 ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q19: Is number 9 a female or a male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;There's no number 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q20: If number 7 &amp;amp; 10 are together, would it be good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Don't know. Maybe in a ghostly relationship cos THERE'S NO ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q21: What is number 2 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Chinese? I don't really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q22: When was the last time you chatted with number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday? Gosh, i can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q23: What kind of music genre does number 8 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The ghostly kind. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q24: Does number 1 have siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah. An older sis and bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q25: Would you woo number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q26: How about number 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q27: Is number 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q28: What is the surname of number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Elsaid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q29: What is the hobby of number 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Scaring ppl. haha. There's no one for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q30: Do number 5 &amp;amp; 9 get along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Zainab and a ghost? I guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q31: Where is number 2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Not sure yet. Currently school-les. Getting postings on 18/12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q32: Talk something casually about number 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Don't get this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q33: Have you tried developing feelings for number 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Me, for a ghost? No way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q34: Where does number 9 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q35: What colour does number 4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q36: Are number 1 &amp;amp; 5 best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nope. I don't even think they're friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q37: Does number 1 have any pet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q38: Is number 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;NOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Q39: What is number 10 doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh* last question at it must be about the ghost? LOL! Ans: I HAVE NO IDEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Phew, i'm done. that was seriously frustrating. looks like i've got another quiz. if i feel like doing it right now then i'll do it. if not, then i'll do it another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-2929572231708336231?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/2929572231708336231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=2929572231708336231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2929572231708336231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2929572231708336231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-supposed-to-do-this-test-like-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8677862993813612838</id><published>2008-11-30T07:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:35:06.224+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry i didnt post for a really really long time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;must have gotten bored of my blog, huh? this whole week i didnt do much. i slept at my aunt's house during the weekends. on tuesday, i went to the exco chalet at aranda country club. near downtown there. played for awhile and we all decided to go to e-hub. played at the arcade for quite sometime. then took neoprints with the p6 excos. the boys kept pointing their middle fingers. ppl, see, this is the way exco prefects behave outside school. haha. afterwards we had to go back to the chalet. ms tang, mrs soh, ms wong and mr lim ordered so much food. nice... mr lim brought along his kids too. damn cute seyh. the eldest one is a girl(6years) and the youngest is a lil boy. not sure how old though. i think coming to 2. then we played and played and the seniors arrived. nick came first then joel, wei zhe, jia le, xuan qi and elizabeth arrived afterwards. and we played again and i had to leave at around 11.30. sad sia. they were about to go for night walk at pasir ris park. after that day, i cant remember what happened. maybe i was just rotting at home. con-called with my friends almost every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aww, im missing every single one of my friends right now. they represent something in my life. k, i gtg. shall post another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, to adlyn and zainab, i shall do the survey/test when im free cos im a lil bit busy right now. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muacks* to my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8677862993813612838?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8677862993813612838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8677862993813612838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8677862993813612838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8677862993813612838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-people-sorry-i-didnt-post-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-7774257136275284297</id><published>2008-11-21T10:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:33:46.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;OMG!&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; yesterday was the release of the PSLE results. it was terrible. i couldnt sleep the day before the results cos i was too nervous. woke up and quickly got ready to go get my results at school. then mummy said i had to take the jab for chicken pox cos my sis was having it and she didnt want us to get infected. and it was already 11.15. by the time it was my turn to get the jab, it was already 11.30. stupid sia.it hurts real badly and im also afraid of needles. talked to cher on the phone to calm me down. got to school and was glad that i was just in time. mrs yip gave a speech and stuff and finally, our results. oh-oh. was damn nervous. didnt have the courage to take my results. but in the end, i had to. got 237. not so bad but i knew i could have done much much better. was really disappointed cos my maths i got B. but happy too cos i got A for my science(my weakest subject). took loads of pics with carissa, cher, april, my teachers and a few of my friends. i cried too cos that will be the final time we would be gathering together as P6's in the hall and in school uniform. was really sad. we were the last few ppl to leave the hall so we played and ran around. it was fun. then me, cher and carissa went to downtown to catch a movie. it's too bad that april couldnt join us...  watched beverly hills chihuahua. came back and had to leave for dinner with all my relatives on my grandmother's side. it was a thankyou and farewell dinner for uncle ilyas and aunty shahnaz. their marriage was a surprise to us. but it was exciting. the great thing is, they're going to qatar as uncle ilyas has to work there. at least i have an aunty and an uncle in qatar when i relocate there. i dont wna leave singapore but i guess i have to. today, i was supposed to go to downtown but i didnt feel well. so i didnt go. well, it's boring there except for th go kart and viking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;well, gtg. too lazy to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-7774257136275284297?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/7774257136275284297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=7774257136275284297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7774257136275284297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7774257136275284297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-yesterday-was-release-of-psle.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-2587932047064771968</id><published>2008-11-19T10:45:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:18:53.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SSPKxCKsAKI/AAAAAAAAARM/Nn2ie31jIMs/s1600-h/DSC03528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270278932697710754" style="DISPLAY: block; 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ILY!! i cried on my way home and my face was smudged with mascara. stupid right? and i couldnt sleep cos i was too sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i wna thank my friends and teachers for all the memorable times i had in primary school. gna list some of them but not according to any order. listing everyone's name in 6.9 first. they made my last 2 years in gongshang the most memorable years EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends(6.9):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Carissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Chermin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Zi Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Wei Rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Jovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Eng Jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ho Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mishaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hamizah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Wei Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hui Xian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Salma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Min Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Rui Shuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Jing Xiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Yi Heng a.k.a. Kachua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Low Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Chi Yian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Xiu Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ezra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Kelvan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Quan Zhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Aliif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ariff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Syazwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-You Wei(all his nonsense and craps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends(other classes):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Daryl Shane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Izzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Dominique Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Filza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Amal Nabilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Akmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hao Zhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Nicholas Lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Aidan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Isyraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Syakirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Char Jia Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teachers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ms Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mdm Zaharah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Cikgu Roslinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Miss Tang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mrs Soh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mdm Zainab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mdm Nazreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mrs Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's too many. sorry if i didnt mention your name here. im gna miss you guys real badly. must keep in touch, yeah? and to my besties, i love you guys so damn freaking much!!! love ya! it's only been like 24 hrs+ an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d im already missing you guys badly. wth rite? okay then. carissa, thank you for your jokes. it really cheers me up. april, thank you for being there for me. chermin, thank you for cheering me up when im down. darren, thank you for cheering me up everytime. im gna miss your nonsensical jokes and singing. daryl, thank you for entertaining me when i get bored. izzu, thank you for er, bullying me and stuff. it was fun. haha. low yu and jing xiong, you guys have been really great "Big Bros". amanda, hamizah and sarah, thanks so much for everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to everyone else on my list, thank you so much! you guys are really awesome! missing you guys real badly! wonder how i'll spend my holidays without you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to all 5.9 '07/6.9 '08 ppl, thanks so much for being there for me. it's been a really great 2 years in my life. in fact, the most memorable. we laughed, we cried, we made noise all together. each time we fight, we'll make up and stop fighting. i love you guys so much! Ms Low and Mdm Zaharah, you both have been really great teachers to me. the lessons you gave us, the piles of work and homework, im gna miss them all. im gna miss your naggings too. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4351611988487500779?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4351611988487500779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4351611988487500779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4351611988487500779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4351611988487500779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduation-night-on-friday-was-superb.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-5779820076548915617</id><published>2008-11-09T14:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:27:38.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;okay, i've disappeared for a really long time. so sad right? anyways, i owe you guys loads of posts and pics. i'll do it some other time, okay? right, friday was P6 bazaar. was a really busy and tiring day. made about $30o. sprayed my hair before the whole thing started, along with carissa, cher and april in the toilet. they were screaming. sprayed my hair brown and red. carissa, brown. april, red. cher, pink. then we went back to the hall and sprayed the boys hair. wei rong, orange. kelvan, er, i forgot. presley, blue. then the rest, nvr colour. the P3's came in first. they were not so interested in spraying their hair. but P4's and P5's sprayed their hair until we had no more spray cans left. then my mum helped us buy more cans. she came with the cans and we sprayed more heads till it was gone again. we sold it cheap. abt $0.50 per colour. then we played with crazy strings. it's those strings in a can. it was fun. FUN FUN FUN! izzu and danial were mean. they sprayed me like a lot. i was like aww man! they were some kind of B*ST*RDS! irritating sia. then, i went to get my revenge on them. i had 2 cans with me. carissa and cher had one each and we went to spray them. they deserved it. then we ended at around 3.30. cleared up and went home. *sigh* izzu and danial sprayed me again and i swear i'm gna hurt them real badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday, was quite boring. went to my aunt's mother house and then to my other aunt's house. played and played. played Halo 3 and Fifa '09 on the Xbox. then i watched Mamma Mia before watching Arsenal vs Man U. ate pizza too. my uncle and his friend supported Man U. me and my bro, Arsenal! so we watched until Samir Nasri scored the first goal. my bro was screaming cos he was so happy. haha. can go deaf. my uncle and his friend said tht Arsenal will lose cos normally if they score first, they'll lose. so we argued until it was half time. and we decided to play Fifa '09 while waiting. my uncle said tht we'll play Arsenal vs Man U and see who'll win in the real game. it was stupid. we lost. so we returned back to the game in time for the second goal, scored by Nasri AGAIN! haha. he's awesome! then at the 90th minute, Rafael scored for Man U. he's a young player. real hot. haha. wth man. still have 6 more mins to play. my bro started to panic cos he was afraid tht they will score but they didnt. the game already ended! haha. msged daryl and he sounded frustrated. haha. he said Arsenal will lose but looks like he got it all wrong. argued with him who was better. then, i went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today, woke up quite late. went to make brown contacts. i looked real funny. gna wear it to school tomorrow. then, had to clean my super messy room. &amp;amp; i decided to wear my Arsenal jersey the whole day. crazy isn't it?okay then. i'll end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;oh yeah, i'm gna miss 6.9 '08 when we graduate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;-ended-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5779820076548915617?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5779820076548915617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5779820076548915617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5779820076548915617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5779820076548915617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-ive-disappeared-for-really-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-2095812399443748738</id><published>2008-11-05T17:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:23:31.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SRG0nn0mr7I/AAAAAAAAANc/Lp7SalFWYHA/s1600-h/DSC05733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188032170340274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SRG0nn0mr7I/AAAAAAAAANc/Lp7SalFWYHA/s200/DSC05733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Carissa up on the roof top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SRG0nYuo7CI/AAAAAAAAANU/z3QgbnPDk4o/s1600-h/DSC05728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188028118789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SRG0nYuo7CI/AAAAAAAAANU/z3QgbnPDk4o/s200/DSC05728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and april looking down(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SRG0nBRP--I/AAAAAAAAANM/8j_dFXuhMmQ/s1600-h/DSC05726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265188021821504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SRG0nBRP--I/AAAAAAAAANM/8j_dFXuhMmQ/s200/DSC05726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rui loves salad kebab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tomatoes, cucumber, pineapple, corn, sauce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was really FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rui Shuen, Carissa and April came over to my house to finish up the decorations for our p6 bazaar which is on friday(7.11.2008) gosh, tht's fast. anyways, woke up at 8.45. showered and got ready to go the airport to send my grandmother off to brunei. she's visiting relatives there and to attend a couple of weddings. me, my bro and my mum then went to mcdonalds to have our breakfast. finished eating and met up woth my grandmother and her sister. said goodbye and left the airport. then at around 11, carissa, april and rui shuen arrived. hazim(my cousin) arrived awhile later. played wii for awhile and went to decorating. after awhile my mum called us to eat. had spaghetti for lunch. quite nice. after me, april and carissa finished eating, rui was stll eating. he was eating salad.  and we decided to play with him. we mixed all the food together except for the pasta and made him eat it. first he put everything on his fork and starved it in but he realised tht it wasnt long enough. and my silly bro went to get a stick for him to use. it was silly. and it was unbelievable tht he managed to put the whole thing  in his mouth. GROSS! then we went back to doing the board and in the middle of it, we went up to the roof top. me and april decided to climb up to the very top. it was drizzling and both of us started dancing. rui took pics of us. okay, i know it's stupid to dance in the rain but i couldnt help it, it was FUN! rain started getting heavier and we decided to come down. continued doing and april went home at around 2.30 and rui at 3. carissa stayed on. we finished up our work, cleaned the mess up and i decided to go to the roof top again. this time round, i made carissa climb up with me. she didnt have a choice. i helped her up as it was her first time. stayed up there for like  20-30 mins. talked, called took pics up there. then we had to go down unwillingly cos... er, i cant remember why. haha. and carissa went home at around 5.30. had neighbours over just now. quite noisy but what do you expect? little kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, me, carissa and my mum went to middle road(somewhere near bugis) to buy stuff for our bazaar. we were supposed to buy hair spray but ended up buying some other stuff as well. spent a total of $104 there. it was unexpected. well, the stuff we bought were cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. tht's the end. byebye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-2095812399443748738?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/2095812399443748738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=2095812399443748738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2095812399443748738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2095812399443748738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-carissa-up-on-roof-top-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SRG0nn0mr7I/AAAAAAAAANc/Lp7SalFWYHA/s72-c/DSC05733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-9094415052111190509</id><published>2008-10-31T10:59:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:08:06.709+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrCT0KKySI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R5UrsqMKBsc/s1600-h/DSC05705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263232760210442530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrCT0KKySI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R5UrsqMKBsc/s200/DSC05705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's quite blur cos they were moving about quite quickly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrCT1ReqHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/AII3GneOUfw/s1600-h/DSC05703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263232760509540466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrCT1ReqHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/AII3GneOUfw/s200/DSC05703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Rui Shuen lying on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today was like damn fun! the first few hours of school was quite boring cos there wasnt any teacher around and we had nothing to do. carissa and cher didnt come to school since wednesday. me and april read eclipse and listened to music. we talked to each other by msging cos we were listening to music. so, it was pretty boring. msged other ppl too. then at around 11 ms low suggested to bring us to the AVA room to watch a movie. but i had another suggestion. i suggested tht we played blind mice there instead cos the AVA room was quite big. so, we were pretty much running around. the mice were mostly the boys(darren, low yu, aliif, hariz, eng jian, ariff, ross, ameen, you wei) there were girls too like amanda, wei ling and chi yian. it was so funny. i recorded it with my phone. the boys covered their heads with paper bags as blind folds and it was so funny cos they were crawling/rolling on the floor, spinning around and stuff. well, i only got caught once. IT WAS THE BEST! we laughed and had so much fun together. i'm really gna miss everyone. especially my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday, nothing much happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wednesday, we had inter-class and played floorball against 6.1. they played rough man. anyways, we lost to them 8-0. how embarrassing. but i admit, i'm not tht good at floorball. mr salleh was laughing at the way we played. it was funny. izzu pretended to be the commentator and it sort of distracted me. i couldnt stop laughing. salma was the goalie and she kept on running away from the ball instead of saving it. it went through her legs. i got frustrated and decided to be the goalie. it was tiring sia. then it was time for 2nd half and the chinese pupils were playing this time round. izzu kept on shouting jasmine. me and april were like SHUT UP LAH YOU FREAK! then he kept on shouting her name and she suddenly scored. WTH! then he irritated me and i hit him with the floorball stick but he still didn't shut up. then mr salleh teased him about salma and he got a little embarrassed. i was laughing like hell. well, that's the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-9094415052111190509?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/9094415052111190509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=9094415052111190509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9094415052111190509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/9094415052111190509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-quite-blur-cos-they-were-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrCT0KKySI/AAAAAAAAAL8/R5UrsqMKBsc/s72-c/DSC05705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4139508304790472193</id><published>2008-10-28T17:05:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:43:28.009+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEpFcTcoI/AAAAAAAAANE/UpVfdknFzU8/s1600-h/DSC05626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263235324650418818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEpFcTcoI/AAAAAAAAANE/UpVfdknFzU8/s200/DSC05626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carissa's showing off her nails. haha joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEo8n8PHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VwvbOm8G4WQ/s1600-h/DSC05625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263235322283310194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEo8n8PHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VwvbOm8G4WQ/s200/DSC05625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hamizah and sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEojsiGTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/z1lXLbwRtHQ/s1600-h/DSC05618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263235315591682354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEojsiGTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/z1lXLbwRtHQ/s200/DSC05618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;april, amanda and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEobagJ5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/xjDRW50c36Q/s1600-h/DSC05615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263235313368573842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEobagJ5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/xjDRW50c36Q/s200/DSC05615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;low yu and eng jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDlT-bsbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F1Wgy3Tspxo/s1600-h/DSC05613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234160320557490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDlT-bsbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/F1Wgy3Tspxo/s200/DSC05613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and carissa "licking" the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDlPeRzWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yfTIkqoquX0/s1600-h/DSC05611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234159111949666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDlPeRzWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yfTIkqoquX0/s200/DSC05611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute little baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDlJo2HMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-ba8lTcBtgA/s1600-h/DSC05609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234157545659586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDlJo2HMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-ba8lTcBtgA/s200/DSC05609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cher, me and april at discovery centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDk6-agNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/N7MVYKwUybQ/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234153609593042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDk6-agNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/N7MVYKwUybQ/s200/DSC05603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and carissa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDk2i1RJI/AAAAAAAAAME/Vay3wvcbTo8/s1600-h/DSC05593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263234152420164754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrDk2i1RJI/AAAAAAAAAME/Vay3wvcbTo8/s200/DSC05593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and april in the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello bloggie! today went to Singapore Discovery Centre with the school. it was quite okay. i cant say tht it's fun neither can i say it's boreing. it was just average. left school at about 8. the trip was a long one. listened to my ipod and put it to full blast. april did it too. i sat beside april in the bus. took pics and talked craps. reached there and we were like the 2nd class. got grouped along with 6.8 &amp;amp; 6.10. we walked around the place and had something like amazing race for our first activity. it was sort of okay. ran around, up and down, and i can say, it's damn tiring. in the end, we dint answer 2 questions. but heck care. it's not like we'll win something for answering all our questions. then we had a break. me, carissa and chermin ate pizza while april dint wna eat. she just read her twilight book. she's addicted to it. then we went out to take more pics. after tht, we assembled and went to some F1 thingy. they asked us questions and we're supposed to answer it. then had some RC car race. in the end, my group won. haha. walked around and i started singing barney songs. april tyhen joined in. it was fun and funny. "flying in an aeroplane looking out the window watching the clouds go by!" haha. tht's what i've been singing. i know, it's childish. then we took more pics. like everywhere we see, we'll stop, just to take pics. me, april, carissa and cher managed to convince ms low to let us take a pic with her. ms low did bunny ears. then we left. we were the last to leave and we reached school really late. like about 13 20. went opposite with carissa and cher. april went too but she dint buy anything. then mummy came to fetch me and i went home to change. anwar's down with the flu and he still has 2 papers tomorrow and thursday. changed and went to meet amalina. mummy sent us to TM where we watched HSM3. we went around to buy some stuff. then we went to watch the movie. apparently, we bought too much popcorn. the thought of it makes me wna throw up. the movie was surprisingly okay. amalina's dad picked us up after the movie and we went back. they stopped on the 6th floor and i said bye to them and went up. got home, showered and started rotting to death. how cool? haha. k, tht's it. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4139508304790472193?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4139508304790472193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4139508304790472193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4139508304790472193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4139508304790472193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-bloggie-today-went-to-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQrEpFcTcoI/AAAAAAAAANE/UpVfdknFzU8/s72-c/DSC05626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-7567444475924613843</id><published>2008-10-24T18:48:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:44:25.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4oFRmLiI/AAAAAAAAALU/VhgmbNU-88c/s1600-h/DSC05527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260759207239888418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4oFRmLiI/AAAAAAAAALU/VhgmbNU-88c/s200/DSC05527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4nWf7LPI/AAAAAAAAALM/NyUtsVdu_ng/s1600-h/DSC05525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260759194683518194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4nWf7LPI/AAAAAAAAALM/NyUtsVdu_ng/s200/DSC05525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello, April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4m0wNt5I/AAAAAAAAALE/d-4liFYI8IU/s1600-h/DSC05524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260759185625036690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4m0wNt5I/AAAAAAAAALE/d-4liFYI8IU/s200/DSC05524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why so glum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4W6V8wcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/J8xH74W-xmw/s1600-h/DSC05526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758912247579074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4W6V8wcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/J8xH74W-xmw/s200/DSC05526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mourner. anyone who need someone to mourne for you can contact Jovan. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4WLfSg9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/QDnjOSihPqM/s1600-h/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758899670287314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4WLfSg9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/QDnjOSihPqM/s200/DSC05522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's happening here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4VZFf2MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VGqgHITe4-U/s1600-h/DSC05521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758886140336322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4VZFf2MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VGqgHITe4-U/s200/DSC05521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darren, I know you're number 1. donid to show off lah. jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4VBt4MHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PxKeN_0JFWo/s1600-h/DSC05516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758879867252850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4VBt4MHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PxKeN_0JFWo/s200/DSC05516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoa, King, dont fall off your throne :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4U2O8g2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KrWL3QiGYbk/s1600-h/DSC05515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758876784722786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4U2O8g2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/KrWL3QiGYbk/s200/DSC05515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; H&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ey there King Low Yu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3YjWTliI/AAAAAAAAAKU/V086cRC0Uxs/s1600-h/DSC05514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757840923170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3YjWTliI/AAAAAAAAAKU/V086cRC0Uxs/s200/DSC05514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wei Rong was "king" for that moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3YAQdwlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3H8okBB5mI0/s1600-h/DSC05513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757831503430226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3YAQdwlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3H8okBB5mI0/s200/DSC05513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;April's busy reading New Moon. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3Xgez4wI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jf7tMJUJvIU/s1600-h/DSC05512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757822973666050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3Xgez4wI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jf7tMJUJvIU/s200/DSC05512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow, so messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3W8FU9wI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aSG68OG3pjA/s1600-h/DSC05509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757813203105538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3W8FU9wI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aSG68OG3pjA/s200/DSC05509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello, hard working girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3WTnbwVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BCQHCyKYJbc/s1600-h/DSC05510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757802340303186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH3WTnbwVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BCQHCyKYJbc/s200/DSC05510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea what's happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;looks like i didnt post for 4 days already. sorry for my lost of presence ppl. have been really busy planning for the p6 bazaar. maybe i shall post what happened during the 4 days except for maybe tuesday cos i cant remember. i guess i should count wednesday out too. let's just skip to yesterday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday, we had a class party and it was super fun! ms low bought for us KFC. there were like 50 pieces of chicken, 4 tubs of mashed potato, another 4 tubs of coleslaw and popcorn chicken. i brought 8 bottles of drinks to class and we finished it all. not surprising though cos my classmates can really drink alot. Low Yu had to be the gross one cos he mixed everything kind of food he could find and put in his drink. it was so gross. he could still say nice. the other boys then tried it and they found them delicious. how sickening is that? haha. then we cleared up and the boys started playing a game. they were carrying each other on their hands like they were sitting on a throne. it was funny cos they were carrying each other along the corridor shouting each others names out loud. it was funny, really funny. i took pics of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, was okay. it was pretty much like any other days. me, april and carissa were busy reading the twilight series. we're too addicted to stop reading. ms low was wondering why we were only reading and didnt do anything else. our answer: we couldnt be bothered to do anything else cos we're just too engrossed in reading. haha. ms low laughed at our statement and shook her head. then we went to the com lab to play. all i did there was edit my blog and listen to music. i wasnt in the mood to play games. carissa felt the same way too. most of my class mates were busy playing games. they were playing darkness 3. i didnt play cos i played it like so many times already and i found it boring. after school, we went to rui shuen's house to continue with our project. actually, me and cher went to do some shopping first before going to his house. i was happy when i got my vanilla iced latte there. cher was like so shocked cos i was drinking it. lol. we ended up playing at rui shuen's house. we played mini golf and i totally sucked at it. i kept on hitting too hard for no reason. i know, i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i remembered what happened on wednesday. i'll type it down but i'll try to keep it short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, we had some secondary school talk and then the secondary school bazaar in the school hall. 22 schools were gathered in the hall and we were supposed to walk around to find out more about the school. i was walking towards the walkway when i saw my uncle. he's with tampines sec. well i talked to him for awhile and i realised that ppl were staring at me. what's their big prob? that's that. my class went for the thingy in the hall at around 11.30. we walked around and we went to see the tampines sec. booth. my uncle told us about his school and he even gave me, carissa and april his school's keychain cos he said that he knew us. cher, got dragged off by the secondary school kids. carissa, well, she's quite cheeky and she sort of made a fool when the teachers talked. it was damn funny. carissa, thanks for being the "clown" at that moment of time :) then we went to the east view sec. booth. i so made fun of the boys there. they were talking about their singing competition and i made 1 of the boys sing. it was funny but in fact, he could sing. quite okay actually. then another boy from another school persuaded us to go to his school's booth and the boy from east view told us not to. they started to "argue" in a playful way and we said bye to them cos we just couldnt handle our laughters. then april, cher, carissa, rui shuen and jx came to my house. we did the proposal thingy and blabla. oh yeah, me, april, cher and carissa are forced to play floorball for the inter-class games. how sad... i really dont wna play cos i've never played it for real. they made me become captain sia. how suckish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;well, i guess that's it. my "short" post is in fact a long one. haha. bye. ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-7567444475924613843?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/7567444475924613843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=7567444475924613843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7567444475924613843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7567444475924613843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/10/looks-like-i-dint-post-for-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH4oFRmLiI/AAAAAAAAALU/VhgmbNU-88c/s72-c/DSC05527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4358727242217894760</id><published>2008-10-21T15:47:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:43:13.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH6IU0nRxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ua3v0tilRiM/s1600-h/DSC05482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260760860680734482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH6IU0nRxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ua3v0tilRiM/s200/DSC05482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH6IP28irI/AAAAAAAAALk/VHAVh_9AxLY/s1600-h/DSC05481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260760859348339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH6IP28irI/AAAAAAAAALk/VHAVh_9AxLY/s200/DSC05481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the cute ferris wheel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH6H2ouNII/AAAAAAAAALc/lrA5Ia5ymSg/s1600-h/DSC00609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260760852577793154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH6H2ouNII/AAAAAAAAALc/lrA5Ia5ymSg/s200/DSC00609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daryl and Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow, my blog is suddenly DEAD! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, went to aunty mil's house for lunch and met up with my "long lost" friend, dania. the last time i saw her was in kindergarten. apparently, aunty mil tutors her malay... ate loads of food she cooked and it was yummy! then we talked and took pics and talked more. at around 3, they went home. i went to takashimaya after tht. and now, im at home, rotting to death(as per normal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, i went to escape with april, darren, daryl, carissa and cher. woke up at 8 but went back to sleep again. then i woke up again and realised tht i was late. it was alredy 9.15. quickly showered and met april at simei mrt and went to meet darren at pasir ris mrt. along the way, talked loads of crap and nonsense. it was fun. 3 of us bought our tickets first and then carissa and cher came along. then we went in and took the go-karts first. it was super fun! then, we went for viking and sat all the way at the back. my stomach was having this weird feeling cos we went all the way up. after tht we went go-kart again but this time there were only 4 cars. so, me, april, darren and daryl went first. we kept on bumping into each other. carissa and cher went after us. we wanted to go for the other go-kart so we just left. went round again. and i think in total we took the go-kart like 6/7 times. when we finished, cher and carissa were "dating" so we just let them be. haha. went round and round. took wet &amp;amp; wild with daryl and i got super wet at the back cos i was sitting behind and he was in front. april took on her own cos she wanted to. darren dint take cos he wasnt feeling well. we went to eat after tht and me and april only had a smoothie while the boys really ate. we took the ferris wheel and we were the only ones there so we went a few rounds. took pics of the boys while we were in it cos daryl kept on taking pics of me and april(shall post it another time). at around 2.30, darren had to leave cos he had training. so it was only left with me, april and daryl. we queued up for wet and wild again but i ended up not going cos i dint feel well after tht. april and daryl then went for the ride and when they came down, they were really soaking. it was funny seeing them wet. then we took the baby roller coaster cos they wanted to dry themselves but we ended up "hurting" ourselves instead. afterwards, we went for the water- boat- spraying- thingy and again, i dint go cos i dint want to get wet. in the end, me, april and daryl went home at around 4 plus. went home with april and i spent 1 hour just to shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this morning,i woke up, realising tht i lost my voice from all the screaming from yesterday. how cool is tht?! haha. joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, gtg. dont feel to good but i do want to go to school tomorrow. we're already finishing school like next month! it's not tht long. i dont wna leave my friends):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SQH6IU0nRxI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ua3v0tilRiM/s72-c/DSC05482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8518457813660073417</id><published>2008-10-16T07:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:42:18.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;yesterday was really fun. april and carissa came to my house after school. mummy came to fetch us. went back to my house to play first before eating. we were supposed to discuss about our bazaar thingy. ate and ate then we went up to discuss. then mummy and anwar wanted to go to tm and we followed along cos we needed some stuff. bought them and went back home. the lift was nt working so we ran up the flight of stairs. tiring sia. our legs were like jelly. anwar took the lift up at blk 57 and ran up to the roof top. me, april and carissa then ran up to the roof top to open the door for him. it was lke running for napfa. had tea and ate loads of cookies. did some decorating and sabrina called me. she asked if she could come for hari raya along with 12 other ppl. i said sure and went back to tell carissa and april. we did more discussing and then they came. the lift was still broke down so they had to take the stairs all the way to the 9th floor. syafiq, danial and ozie came up first. then the rest(sabrina, shafiqah, nabila and her lil sis, atika, izzu, alif, hazik, aidan and akmal) came in. they were like so noisy but it was really fun. april and carissa felt like they're the odd ones out. i felt guilty. so, we talked and ate and talked more. mummy took pics and vids of us. then, anwar decided to bring them up to the roof top. we hanged out there and it was really fun. took more pics there. april and carissa then had to leave so i followed them down. then followed my malay friends to the shuttle bus. the boys went to a nearby playground and played there while waiting for the bus. mummy took a pic of them climbing on the thingy there. i hv no idea what it's really called. they looked like monkeys. and soon they left and i also had to go out. well then. i guess that's it. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8518457813660073417?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8518457813660073417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8518457813660073417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8518457813660073417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8518457813660073417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-was-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4077220577245618726</id><published>2008-10-13T16:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:17:14.058+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was simply awesome other than the fact tht we had some talk on social etiquetts. im actually quite used to it already so it didnt bother me much. went to school as per normal in the morning and sadly, i have to do duty again. *sigh* so, we dint really do anything in class other than planning for the p6 bazaar. other than that, we pretty much talked and listened to music the whole time. talked and talked till school ended. and i managed to finish reading twilight.YAY! haha. currently reading new moon. im sort of addicted to it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, after school, met up with april, carissa, rui, jx, presley and kelvan. yi heng and wei rong couldnt come cos... er, actually, i have no idea. cher couldnt come cos she was in hong kong. the boys went there by taxi and abandoned me, carissa and april making us take the bus. they reached there earlier and told us to meet them at long john silvers but we went to mcdonalds instead. ate and met the boys. brought along fries for them tht we couldnt finish. haha. they didnt want it at first but ended up finishing it. went to popular first and made loads of noise. it was really funny cos we were joking around instead of concentrating on what we had to buy. ended up buying tiny bottles and water babies. next, we went to artbox but didnt buy anything. then we went to mini tons and bought some stuff. then we went to the fourth floor to look around and bought more stuff. me, carissa and april got distracted cos we kept on looking at stuff that we dont need like clothes and stuff. we went to edc and mango and hush puppies and puma and i totally cant remember cos we went to too many shops. walked to century square and went to montip before meeting the boys again. apparently, they went to coffee bean or was it starbucks to bye coffee. wanteed to get some but was too lazy to queue up. me, april and carissa bought matching rings. it's really cute. the boys told us to meet them at comics connection but ended up going to other shops instead. we really got easily distracted. went to aries to buy more stuff and saw a cute "tiara". thinking about buying it some other day. went up to meet the boys and we bought more things! we really spent alot. haha. the boys and april then went home. me and carissa stayed slightly longer. looked at loads of phones. we also went into this shop and ended up buying a keychain. it's so damn cute. walked to the MRT with carissa. went home afterwards but i realised that i was quite early. im so gna end here cos my brain is suddenly empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*muacks* to my dearies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4077220577245618726?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4077220577245618726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4077220577245618726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4077220577245618726'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKg2P2H9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/K80BlKhYk5Y/s1600-h/DSC05325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275274528858066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKg2P2H9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/K80BlKhYk5Y/s200/DSC05325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lols shaq. nice tongue you've gt there. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKg0SXAJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-Xuw1xy2Cqw/s1600-h/DSC05327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275274002530450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKg0SXAJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-Xuw1xy2Cqw/s200/DSC05327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, amirah and shaqila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKha-znfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/t_UQYMij10M/s1600-h/DSC05320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275284389502450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKha-znfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/t_UQYMij10M/s200/DSC05320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKheF66bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D4tj6UKpOoo/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275285224647090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKheF66bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D4tj6UKpOoo/s200/DSC05328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a game where we're all sweaty. i look suckish in ths pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKhY68heI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LxoTc5xCsaU/s1600-h/DSC05315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275283836437986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKhY68heI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LxoTc5xCsaU/s200/DSC05315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; anwar driving the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouch, my nose hurts! i just banged into the door. so clumsy sia. i could still laugh at myself. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, yesterday i went to my grandaunt's house for hari raya. then, went to sentosa to ride in aunty kim's and uncle gordon's(not sure how to spell) boat. it was damn cool. my bro and sis got to drive the boat. drove around singapore and saw a few islands. dint really observe the islands cos i was more interested in the wind blowing in my face. it was damn nice. shopped at orchard afterwards. cant remember what i bought. but i do remember going to borders at around 11 at night. bought cds and books. gt demi lovato, vanessa hudgens and pussycat dolls cd. i have no idea why i bought demi lovato and vanessa hudgens cd. i guess it was for fun. well, i got the whole twilight series! yessa! it's so sweet and nice but really sad too. went home like really late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, i went to play soccer at THE CAGE with my cousins and uncles. actually it's futsal bt what the heck, it's still the same. it's our family outing. we try to do it almost every week. bt ths past few weeks we couldnt cos me and my cousin, shaqila had psle. how sad. but now it's over. YAY! well, i wore arsenal jersey along with my bro and sis. played boys and against girls and we lost 5-1. then we played kids vs adults. we won 3-1! woohoo. was sweating like hell after tht. we hanged out at the lounge and started dancing like there was something wrong with us. it's really hillarious. went home to change and met up again at my other grandaunt's house. ate and ate. whoa, like eat non-stop sia. saw qanitah there cos she's related to me. she's my niece or something like tht. oh yeah, dont think im old cos im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sad lah, tuesday gt some sexuality education talk in school. it's gross. wish tht i dont have to go to school on tht day. well, gtg. nth else to post. see ya!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5022442038634155553?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5022442038634155553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5022442038634155553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5022442038634155553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5022442038634155553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/10/lols-shaq.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SPIKg2P2H9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/K80BlKhYk5Y/s72-c/DSC05325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-5844650797083090174</id><published>2008-10-10T10:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:17:40.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;helloooo DEAD BLOG! haha. it's nt really tht dead bt yeah. so, it's been a day since i got all the freedom i want. PSLE was quite manageable. i dint feel the stress. it felt like im just taking an ordinary exam. ended with higher malay yesterday. april was so lucky sia. she doesnt even take higher mother tongue. only me, carissa and cher went to school. then when everything was over, cher followed me to my house. ate really alot. met april and carissa at simei mrt cos we wanted to celebrate and went to white sands. it was cool. we made loads of noise. oh yeah, i took like 6 neoprints. cher also took 6. april took 4 cos she had to leave early. and carissa, the most: 7. she spent like almost $50. or was it she spent all? aww man, i cant remember. ate at KFC cos we wanted cheese fries. then we walk and walked and took more neoprints. i wonder why we took till so many... aniways, today had some english survey test or whatsoeva. it turned out to be an exam. it was like an exam paper. we were given 1h 50min and i finished in like 40 mins. started talking to presley cos i was damn bored. imagine sitting in a seat for an hour doing nth. i'll die of boredom... soon, everyone also talked. the invigilators told us to keep quiet but we just ignored them. i couldnt care. alot of ppl wanted to go toilet. one row frm 6.8 all raised their hands. i think it was a joke. then my class also joined in. it was funny... since most of us ended early, the invigilator decided to collect it early. then we had some briefing on p6 bazaar and stuff. ms low then told us to discuss and form a group. joined jing xiong's group. went to eastpoint with cher and carissa after school and we bought things for the bazaar. they just left. how sad):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, gtg. shall try to post everyday. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5844650797083090174?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5844650797083090174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5844650797083090174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5844650797083090174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5844650797083090174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/10/helloooo-dead-blog-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-2173300354618448549</id><published>2008-10-05T13:18:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:18:05.335+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's loads of pics, so just bear with me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifMuwtUUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4eKiSsoCHRA/s1600-h/DSC05269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253624006387257666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifMuwtUUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4eKiSsoCHRA/s200/DSC05269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my cousin: maisarah(i think that's the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifOL2RW9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vc8FGOm097A/s1600-h/DSC05272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253624031375088594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifOL2RW9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vc8FGOm097A/s200/DSC05272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my cousins while playing charades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifOJ65QAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xpjn9dvzvlw/s1600-h/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253624030857609218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifOJ65QAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xpjn9dvzvlw/s200/DSC05276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;host and game masters(abdullah and my aunties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifORCXo3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/6d5icn0eavA/s1600-h/DSC05283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253624032768009074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifORCXo3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/6d5icn0eavA/s200/DSC05283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riyah was "modelling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253624035835635394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifOcdv5sI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RIsFR9Oozpw/s200/DSC05287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and riyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidzXGJvaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wxCaf0EHpZI/s1600-h/DSC05244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253622471026392482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidzXGJvaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wxCaf0EHpZI/s200/DSC05244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; SOPHIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidzkyB4gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2pX5aA31gFQ/s1600-h/DSC05258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253622474700087810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidzkyB4gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2pX5aA31gFQ/s200/DSC05258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the lovely cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidztncyfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qfCRIShYz60/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253622477071632882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidztncyfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qfCRIShYz60/s200/DSC05260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; me, nadiah and riyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidzq43ogI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PS2RhfJCgW4/s1600-h/DSC05273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253622476339388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidzq43ogI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PS2RhfJCgW4/s200/DSC05273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; abdullah and auntie mid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidz7GQ-JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GHMLHR2DoYU/s1600-h/DSC05274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253622480690542738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidz7GQ-JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GHMLHR2DoYU/s200/DSC05274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abdullah. wah, look so fierce man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidNIkyL4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/AAKrMUf81ug/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253621814293311362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOidNIkyL4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/AAKrMUf81ug/s320/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the people who made my day; my cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicY9jm26I/AAAAAAAAAHM/S_w6MD1UOyo/s1600-h/DSC05198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620917982387106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicY9jm26I/AAAAAAAAAHM/S_w6MD1UOyo/s200/DSC05198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; me, shaq and amirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicZtunC1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ypR5qG6Xqo8/s1600-h/DSC05201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620930913438546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicZtunC1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ypR5qG6Xqo8/s200/DSC05201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tried to commit suicide. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicZsTljBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oq970QNGsDA/s1600-h/DSC05222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620930531658770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicZsTljBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Oq970QNGsDA/s200/DSC05222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;issa and sophia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicZlcn5kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EPbl7ZxVIYE/s1600-h/DSC05230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620928690513474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOicZlcn5kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EPbl7ZxVIYE/s200/DSC05230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abg rezza! (nt sure about the spelling either)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmAc4r2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jpAzAM_S1C8/s1600-h/DSC05180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620042586173282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmAc4r2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jpAzAM_S1C8/s200/DSC05180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anwar was pulling out the rhino's "balls" GROSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmc7yjlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bWMRGw4tIHU/s1600-h/DSC05184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620050231987794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmc7yjlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bWMRGw4tIHU/s200/DSC05184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maisarah... again. she's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmZwJIzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/e3qNMsETW6U/s1600-h/DSC05190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620049377829682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmZwJIzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/e3qNMsETW6U/s200/DSC05190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and shaq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmtcxdsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/02QviNXpBbg/s1600-h/DSC05193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620054665295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOibmtcxdsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/02QviNXpBbg/s200/DSC05193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;playing cheeky. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;PSLE HAS STARTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;how great is tht? friday was english and tomorrow is maths. it was easier than i expected. tomorrow is maths. sigh... i just hope i'll do well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;finally celebrated hari raya on wednesday. it was so fun. had open house at my house so i dint go anywhere. lots of ppl came. was glad to see shaq. she came and we took loads of pictures. it was really fun and crazy cos there was a pic where we tried to commit suicide(: haha. then at night cousins came over. it was fun. talked a lot of craps and i really ate alot. uncle khair came down from KL which was great, cos i really miss him and the rest. and then uncle zack came. woohoo! talked a lot of craps and nonsense with afiqah. as usual, riyah gt teased by danial and ben. sigh... kasihan riyah. haha. anyways, it was really great to meet everyone. they made my day great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;yesterday i went to auntie mil's house. it was like the funniest time. me and my cousins played charades. and the host was... ABDULLAH! he's like the clown in the family. we were divided by those born from jan- june and july- dec. aisyah had to act out yellow polka dot bikini. it was damn funny sia. everyone laughed like hell. issa had to act out your body is a wonderland. for some reason he started rubbing his body?! it was also funny. i really have fun with my cousins. if only it didnt have to end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;well, right now, my cousins are here. but they're little): bt it's okay. i just love little kids. haha. well, i gtg. wna talk to my aunties and uncles. will upload the photos... loads of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-2173300354618448549?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/2173300354618448549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=2173300354618448549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2173300354618448549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2173300354618448549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-loads-of-pics-so-just-bare-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOifMuwtUUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4eKiSsoCHRA/s72-c/DSC05269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-803988811328327915</id><published>2008-09-30T10:05:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:18:30.629+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZBijM2EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YEbMp8Xt_5E/s1600-h/DSC05053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717260968253506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZBijM2EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YEbMp8Xt_5E/s200/DSC05053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sis in her ferrari outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZB-DnrSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sJYhxiKDHmE/s1600-h/DSC05089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717268351986978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZB-DnrSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sJYhxiKDHmE/s200/DSC05089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZCRpxDlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jHdFR4giIQA/s1600-h/DSC05076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717273612258898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZCRpxDlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jHdFR4giIQA/s200/DSC05076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think this was Massa's car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZCgrrSZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eUedr4aSMa0/s1600-h/DSC05146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717277646801298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZCgrrSZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eUedr4aSMa0/s200/DSC05146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the boys were playing truth/dare. hariz was poiting his middle finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZCykO58I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OmjvQrjWsY8/s1600-h/DSC05153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717282447419330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZCykO58I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OmjvQrjWsY8/s200/DSC05153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this was just a random shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHX2qYqqPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3BLogfpB6Ps/s1600-h/DSC05148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251715974581364978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHX2qYqqPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3BLogfpB6Ps/s200/DSC05148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my besties!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHX28DobqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lSK9fHRXOoA/s1600-h/DSC05150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251715979324976802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHX28DobqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lSK9fHRXOoA/s200/DSC05150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;left-right:you wei, mdm zaharah, jason and ezra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;YESSA! tomorrow is Hari Raya. cant wait. today ended school early for the muslim pupils and teachers. ended school at 9.30. right after recess. had 3 periods of malay before that and it was quite fun cos cikgu gave us children's day presents and she let us watch videos in class. she said she will be giving us keychains with our names on thursday. then class was over and i went home. i guess im gna type what happened during the weekend and yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;we celebrated childrens' day and it was quite cool. mdm zaharah gave us cakes and keychains she made her ownself. it was damn CUTE! it says "6.9 * ROX!" the whole class loved it. then she allowed us to do whatever we want. took videos and pics of the class. shall be posting some later. then ms low gave us a paper clip, pen, highlighter and of course, snacks. had to watch a performance. i think it was monkey king? watched it almost every year. kept on playing with april, carissa and cher. then we had recess for one and a half hours. it was actually quite boring cos i had nth to do. only listened to my ipod with april and carissa. then me and cher walked around cos we were seriously BORED! after tht we went up. surprisiingly, i could still hear the cars zooming pass from yesterday. i was also falling asleep in class cos i dint get enough sleep for the past 2 days. then i have no idea what happened cos i totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard to do some shopping again and then we went to watch F1. it was the finals and really noisy. went there on saturday too. had to wear ear plugs but it was still noisy. *sigh* i could still hear the cars zooming in my head even when the race already ended. before that we walked sround the F1 village and it was huge! bought lots of Ferrari stuff although they lost in the end. my dad was frustrated. Massa, why'd you disappoint me? he droved off with that thingy still in place in his fuel. alonso won the race which is actually quite okay cos alonso's not bad. i guess he deserved it. went home really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard to shop for stuff. went to F1 afterwards and it was cool. ate dinner at mcdonalds before heading off to watch the race. messaged carissa along the way cos i was bored. massa was first for the qualifiers. everything ended like 11 plus. went back to suntec to get the car. we were stuck in the carpark for like 1 hour? it was damn long. messaged carissa again and she was like what? she said tht i'd better off camp there cos it took me damn long to get out. went home and ate cos i was feeling hungry. gt home just in time for the arsenal match. sadly, they lost 2-1. changed the channel to watch real madrid and gladly, they won 2-1. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i guess i'll stop here cos i have to clean my room and get ready for my open house tomorrow. i can tell the it's gna be really crowded cos my mum ordered food for 500 ppl. i was like OMG! kay lah, i gtg. oh yeah PSLE is this FRIDAY! woohoo! cant wait sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;one more thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir Dan Batin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-803988811328327915?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/803988811328327915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=803988811328327915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/803988811328327915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/803988811328327915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sis-in-her-ferrari-outfit.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SOHZBijM2EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YEbMp8Xt_5E/s72-c/DSC05053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-2802065281126276641</id><published>2008-09-27T09:07:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:18:50.515+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 more days to PSLE! how great is tht? i just cant wait for PSLE to end cos after tht, i can hv all the freedom i want! woohoo!!! 1 week to hell, 2 weeks to heaven. tht was what april said. well, ths week hv been quite okay for me cos the load teacher gives us is nt as bad as last week. no more homework for me! yes! i mean, no! no homework= more assessments. well, at least it's nt tht bad. my dad came back yesterday which is great. he is so into the F1 spirit tht when he fetched me yesterday, he was wearing Ferrari frm top to bottom. i was like WTH! im quite packed up ths weekend cos my dad bought tickets to watch F1 and he wants to do some shopping. i guess im gna leave soon. my dad gt me a really cute Ferrari shirt. I JUST LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*muacks* ths is a virus. haha. been playing it in school lately and it was all thankss to me. cos i kept on giving kisses to ppl and i just said, "hey, if you dont pass it to someone, you'll die" april, carissa, chermin, darren, rui shuen and jovan played along. it's just hillarious and fun bt really weird if you were to do it to someone you dont even noe. &amp;amp;6.10 ppl are really inconsiderate(no offence. i only mean some of them) they kept on knocking on the divider until darren, april and carissa flew out of their seats. their tables moved and it hit me): like wth! lucky we told ms low and she said she already told the 6.10 teacher. april said tht they finally finished constructing their house. haha. tht's all tht happened, i think. well i guess i'll stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-2802065281126276641?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/2802065281126276641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=2802065281126276641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2802065281126276641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2802065281126276641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh-6-more-days-to-psle-how-great-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3770117179752909882</id><published>2008-09-20T10:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:04:20.087+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow! it's less than two weeks before PSLE! kinda nervous about it bt what the heck, everyone studying in singapore has to go through it. feeling a bit sick cos i've been using aircon every single day. and de aircon in the AVA room is damn freaking cold. my class moved to the AVA room cos of the construction site tht made us go "deaf". haha. the boys kept on lowering the temperature to 16 degrees! how mad! we were freezing although we had our jackets on. darren was shivering and he made some kind of noise which sounded like a crying dog! it was damn funny sia. next door is 6.10. teacher kept on saying nt to make so much noise cos we might interrupt them bt we still made noise. darren kapt on hitting the door. lucky for me, chermin sits beside me. &amp;amp; CHIN YOU WEI is no longer sitting beside me which is great. me, april, carissa and darren were overjoyed. lols. well, gtg. till here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3770117179752909882?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3770117179752909882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3770117179752909882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3770117179752909882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3770117179752909882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-its-less-than-two-weeks-before-psle.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4572985799883609665</id><published>2008-09-13T08:58:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:20:24.332+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbTaO4TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/knd-LEV51xo/s1600-h/DSC04966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245383417093087538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbTaO4TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/knd-LEV51xo/s200/DSC04966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wonder why cher was squatting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbXGraTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E8DlvpE9Ris/s1600-h/DSC04967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245383418084813106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbXGraTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/E8DlvpE9Ris/s200/DSC04967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just a candid shot of carissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbTQiODI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PgShGQfbhnI/s1600-h/DSC04968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245383417052411954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbTQiODI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PgShGQfbhnI/s200/DSC04968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ths was taken during bonding time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbljz8cI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pT7kVf83zz8/s1600-h/DSC04972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245383421965103554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbljz8cI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pT7kVf83zz8/s200/DSC04972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the 3 bald egged girls. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, yesterday was PSLE listening and i swore it was damn tricky. i mean it was easy if you understood the questions bt i couldnt understand so it was really tricky. anyhow scribbled notes on my booklet. haha. cant really remembered what happened the past few days. so, school started at around 8 yesterday. managed to sleep in. bt my sleep in was until so late. i think i woke up at 7.30 or 7.40. reached school like 5 mins late. carissa kept on msging me to come faster. made my mum drive fast bt guess wad? she just relaxed and drove "slowly". dint bother to rush into school so i just walked slowly. sat down next to sarah and went to the toilet with april. best thing is, we were the last to come out and assemble. me, april and carissa hv been tying the "bald egg" hairstyle to schhol. carissa started it first. den me and carissa did it on april. lastly dey did it on me. i hated it at first bt gt used to it. carissa is bald egg 1. april, bald egg 2. &amp;amp;me, bald egg 3! it's so funny yet cool cos 3 of us hv the same hairstyle. lols. okay, i seriously cant remember what happened which means i shall stop here. gna upload photos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4572985799883609665?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4572985799883609665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4572985799883609665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4572985799883609665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4572985799883609665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonder-why-cher-was-squatting.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SMtYbTaO4TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/knd-LEV51xo/s72-c/DSC04966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3701051452571767594</id><published>2008-09-08T17:12:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:20:42.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG! PSLE is in another 18 school days! arghhh! so fast sia. aniways, i noe my blog has been quite outdated but i cant help it. must study and study and study! aww man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, yesterday at madrasag was damn fun cos we hardly did anything. only did revisions and stuff like that. but i couldnt be bothered to do cos i was more interested in talking. haha. during akhlak/sirah had a quiz. den i had to answer and i was like, "er, abu something?" everybody laughed cos it was supposed to be abu bakar. haha. den adlyn also also answered something like perang something. i kept on kicking her chair and she was like "hey!" den it was break time. everyone stayed in class. switched off all the lights and we played. me and adlyn kept on taking pics of ppl but adlyn took de most. aww so sad... will be posting some soon but nt now cos i nt yet upload. hehe. adlyn and aslydiana were so called fighting. &amp;amp;aslydiana hired me as her lawyer to fight whether she or adlyn was meaner. adlyn hired atiqah. and guess wad? we WON! woohoo! lols. den it was over and we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today in school was okay lah. pretty normal. just kept on talking with april. i guess thats all. cant remember what else happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah, im gna post less ths month cos i hv to study for PSLE. which also means that my blog will be "dead". but after PSLE, i'll try to post every single day. well then, i guess im done here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3701051452571767594?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3701051452571767594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3701051452571767594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3701051452571767594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3701051452571767594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-psle-is-in-another-18-school-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-5719925248478799815</id><published>2008-09-04T19:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:21:02.646+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;let's see. juz finished chatting wif cher and i've came to post since i've gt nth better to do. wow. cant believe PSLE is in less than a month. time flies real fast. im juz gna study real hard ths month cos i don wna regret in the end. and once it's over, i can hv all de fun i want. my parents let me go out everyday. im so HAPPY! today, i donnoe why im in such a happy mood. still wondering. maybe it's bcos im goin out later today or is it bcos... er, let's nt talk about it. so aniwaes, i juz cant wait for PSLE although im really scared dat it would be tough. well, i guess the solution is for me to study really really hard and when it's over i'll be happy. no more playing a fool ths month. maybe juz a bit of playing bt nt too much cos den i wont study. okay den. i'd better go before i continue talking crap. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5719925248478799815?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5719925248478799815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5719925248478799815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5719925248478799815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5719925248478799815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-5197248840192864382</id><published>2008-09-03T10:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:21:18.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SL5BBpqFq9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mpA7T0lX7ik/s1600-h/DSC04861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241698512923896786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SL5BBpqFq9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mpA7T0lX7ik/s200/DSC04861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; me n my sis. we love hats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so freaking bored and tired rite now. donnoe wad to do yet i don wna rest. had supp ths morning and had to leave real "early". went for malay supp first. met cher and carissa on de way. apparently, carissa fell and had a big bruise on her knee. aww so sad. well carissa, don get to upset about de fall. and i noe it really hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aniwaes, malay supp was quite fun cos we went to the com lab to do some work on the com. instead, we went online and used MSN. how cool! cikgu nvr scold us. although she knew about it. damn funny. all of us were chatting. syafiq started calling me and filza babats. like wth! i don hv fats. neither does filza. and one by one we gt busted by cikgu. aww man. bt she dint reali scold. she juz kept on hitting us. started msging ppl too cos i was too BORED! den malay supp was over. had to go for ms low's supp. so boring sia. almost fell asleep. no offence though. i pinched myself to stay awake bt it dint work. lucky for me dere's a clown(You Wei) sitting beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he kept on talking nonsense and said stuff like wads de opposite of lunch. and i anyhow say dinner. damn lame bt he laughed like wad which made me laugh so hard too. he also gave me a scissors cos i kept on saying i'd rather die den to stay in class. we were supposed to end supp at 11.30 and guess wad? as usual, ms low released us late again. *sigh* doesnt matter aniwaes. april followed in my car cos mummy wanted to send her home. sent her home and now, im stuck at home, rotting to death. how cool is dat? lol. i guess i'll stop cos dere's nth else to talk about. oh yeah, my sis and bro are driving me nuts! well, dat's it. gng entertain myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5197248840192864382?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5197248840192864382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5197248840192864382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5197248840192864382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5197248840192864382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-freaking-bored-and-tired-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SL5BBpqFq9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mpA7T0lX7ik/s72-c/DSC04861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-1225150442776859958</id><published>2008-09-01T11:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:57:24.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;*sigh* today has been so boring! was screaming cos i was so BORED! juz ended tuition. &amp;amp;currently playing darkness 3. me and carissa helping each other. so fun bt scary and confusing. im still stuck in de game. trying to figure out how get out of de place. well, i wna go and do stuff dat will actually entertain me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-1225150442776859958?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/1225150442776859958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=1225150442776859958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1225150442776859958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1225150442776859958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh-today-has-been-so-boring-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-585784671658910256</id><published>2008-08-31T08:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:21:58.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm... let's see wad happened on friday, saturday and today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nth much happened. there was no school cos... im nt sure why. i guess it's because it's the day after 88th anniversary. i could hv swore tht i was rotting to death. there wasnt anything to do. juz use comp, msg ppl, eat, watch tv and so on. bt it was so BORING!!! was wishing dere was school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nth happened. only dat my cousins came which was so fun. at least i wasnt bored. played and played. then after tht nth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i donnoe. watched tv and did some work. im hated it. bt other than tht, i did nth. BOREDY BORED BORED!!! life's going round bt it doesnt stop when we need it the most. it's quite true if you think about it. i guess dats all...(dont wry. i noe im talking crap. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-585784671658910256?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/585784671658910256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=585784671658910256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/585784671658910256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/585784671658910256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3418248704890571221</id><published>2008-08-28T12:01:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:22:18.120+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arghh!!! gna get ready to go back to school for de 88th anniversary. i don wna go bt im forced to cos i hv to talk bout de spice garden in de school. sucks man. i speak real weird sometimes. nt sure in wad way bt i can tell it sounds funny. luckily, april's goin too. at least i hv someone to hv fun wif before de whole thing starts. &amp;amp; i miss someone. i miss my frens old self. dey've reali changed):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah. i forgot to mention wad we did for ms low. amanda and the rest of my classmates wrote teachers' day greeting on the board. everyone signed on it. dey wrote something like ths "may you have a memorable teachers' day and an advance merry christmas and a happy new year!" i was laughing cos christmas and new year are months away. all of us hid under the the tables and switched off all the lightss. waited for like 15-20 mins for ms low. me, amanda and april were msging each other though we were sitting reali close to each other. april was sitting beside me... the boys damn noisy sia. ask dem to keep quiet den dey juz ignore us. actually, we wanted to hv a surprise party for ms low but dere was an announcement saying dat no class parties allowed. aww... at least we surprised ms low... she dint want us to giv her anything bt we did. all the presents were on the table and she couldnt reject dem. haha. i guess dats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3418248704890571221?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3418248704890571221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3418248704890571221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3418248704890571221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3418248704890571221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/arghh-gna-get-ready-to-go-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-5283417481874925281</id><published>2008-08-28T03:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:39:26.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woohoo! im currently at de com lab in school. awesome rite? celebrating teachers' day by using com. MS LOW, UR AWESOME! haha. aniwaes, carissa's sitting beside me, april 's behind me and darren in front of me... we're all playing darkness. well, gtg. i wna go n PLAY com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5283417481874925281?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5283417481874925281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5283417481874925281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5283417481874925281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5283417481874925281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/woohoo-im-currently-at-de-com-lab-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-1383042206806135882</id><published>2008-08-27T12:58:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:22:52.801+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomoro hv teachers' day celebration in school. sad sia. cos later on, dere will be de 88th anniversary in school. &lt;strong&gt;GONGSHANG IS 88 years old!&lt;/strong&gt; so old sia... sadly, im involved in it. i hv to speak about de spice garden which im nt certain about cos i hardly go dere. scared i'll mumble and if dey ask me questions, how am i supposed to answer dem??? i guess i'll juz hv to try my best to answer dem if dey even ask me questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aniwaes, did reali badly for my prelims. de onli subject dat i gt high marks was malay. gt 91. cant believe it cos i anyhow guessed de answers for a few questions. de others all very badly done. had lots of careless mistakes... hate it sia. i could hv done better. really regret making dose mistakes. i guess dats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don hv much to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-1383042206806135882?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/1383042206806135882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=1383042206806135882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1383042206806135882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1383042206806135882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomoro-hv-teachers-day-celebration-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-2881435254878415749</id><published>2008-08-24T10:33:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:23:12.718+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh* i feel dat something has gone wrong with me. im nt sure wad but dere's something wrong goin on wif me. i turn hyper at nite, emo in de morning n no mood at all in de afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is ths part of growing up? i don tink so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, if u guys noe wads wrong wif me, pls tell. cos i cant take it anymore. i feel so stressed up. i don wan any of ths to affect my PSLE. Gosh, dere is something wrong wif me. i gtg n realise wad has gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt turning emo kaes... although i may seem like one at times. im gna go and CHEER MYSELF UP! shall nt talk bout ths anymore. haha (bt if u guys do noe wads my prob, pls pls tell) :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THS PART IS FOR APRIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey girl. cheer up kaes? i noe its hard to let go bt at least tink bout it. you should noe wad im talking about... i shall try to cheer you up though its hard to always giv u dat much attention... haha. don take it seriously, bt its true. so, make sure u CHEER UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-2881435254878415749?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/2881435254878415749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=2881435254878415749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2881435254878415749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/2881435254878415749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh-i-feel-dat-something-has-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4273483719880582002</id><published>2008-08-23T18:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:23:30.504+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh, today im in a very happy mood sia! isnt dat great? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, today i went out to meet uncle rodney. met at ZARA n did some shopping. i finally bought CLOTHES! it's awesome. i tink im feelin hyper... so, bought clothes, did more shopping n finally went to eat lunch. it was so late. like about 3 something den we went to eat): ate at California'a Pizza or something... said goodbye and all and went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh-oh i've started turning girly ths year. i guess im growing up. at least i still hv my love for soccer. lol... I DONT WNA GROW UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i suddenly feel sad, cos i gt nth fun to do. sad rite? hell yeah! so, i gtg... i gt nth else to type except dat maybe im juz sad cos i still hv one paper to study... im so SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4273483719880582002?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4273483719880582002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4273483719880582002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4273483719880582002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4273483719880582002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/gosh-today-im-in-very-happy-mood-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-8027757217590332407</id><published>2008-08-20T12:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:23:47.419+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG!!! i felt like i was dying when i was doing de maths paper. it was damn hard lah... even de smart pupils couldnt do de questions.i was alredy crying while i was doin de paper. 1 page was a bit wet cos of my tears): it's over now. juz hope i dint fail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so frustrated ths days. my best frens are all love sick. like wth! im helping dem bt nth seems to work. aww man. all de frustration n stress. blame dem if my head explodes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;juz now, i teased emu in school. she said she wasnt scared of me. like puh-lease. she walked away when i called her. i shouted "EMU, COME HERE LAH! I WNA TALK TO YOU!" she walked away. anyone hu's nt scared of me wouldnt juz walk away... everyone who saw started laughing. especially carissa. boy dat was FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh! im suddenly in a bad mood. weird... better go cheer myself up b4 i explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;toodles....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-8027757217590332407?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/8027757217590332407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=8027757217590332407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8027757217590332407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/8027757217590332407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-i-felt-like-i-was-dying-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4923774286145291917</id><published>2008-08-19T09:40:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:24:19.454+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKqTQAbIN-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RrGYNAi_c-o/s1600-h/DSC04604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236159419972597730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKqTQAbIN-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RrGYNAi_c-o/s200/DSC04604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;behind ths smile is a broken heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKqTQdxJGBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FGi90hU0FcQ/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236159427849558034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKqTQdxJGBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FGi90hU0FcQ/s200/DSC04786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;my sis n her cute smile(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally came back frm my break of studying. haha. been reali tired of studying bt, wad can i say. Prelim juz started 2day. it was eng paper 1 &amp;amp; 2. paper 2 quite ok. was reali careless for section A. onli gt 23 sia. could hv gotten higher marks. aniwaes, it's over. 2moro is maths paper. OMG! im so gna die sia! wadeva it is, im gna do my best. cuz dat's wad matters, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dere's dis girl who acts innocent in school bt is a bloody bitch on MSN. she anyhow say stuff dats nt TRUE! hello, wth is her prob sia? Irritating bitch. no worries, we shall play on if u wna continue wif dis game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously gt no mood to study. dere's something wrong wif me dis daes. im turning emo bt im getting better. april n carissa r getting better too. im getting so darn angry wif someone. she tinks she's a princess can order us around. don wna talk bout it... i hv no more mood to type. so, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will post another day... *muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;im seriously in no mood nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;someone stole my heart frm me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;it shall nvr be replaced with a new one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cos de old one reminds me of the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i guess it's time to say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;though it's really hard for me to do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;aniwaes, i'll always treasure the love we share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4923774286145291917?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4923774286145291917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4923774286145291917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4923774286145291917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4923774286145291917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-came-back-frm-my-break-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKqTQAbIN-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RrGYNAi_c-o/s72-c/DSC04604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3151835623050344583</id><published>2008-08-14T15:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:24:37.252+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;juz now gt PSLE eng oral n i tink dat i was about to die. seriously. i was freaking out n i couldnt breathe. felt like climbing to de rooftop n jump off it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i tink dere's something wrong with me dis days. i hv nt been to my normal, cheerful self.. Guys, wad has gone wrong with me?! i tink im starting to turn emo... juz like april. bt i don wan to cos im nt de emo kind. although i sometimes act like one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so darn angry with someone rite now. i don tink i hv de mood to type. she anyhow say stuff bout me n carissa. like wth sia! i noe she gt attitude problem bt dat doesnt mean she has to blame it all on us... wadeva lah! im so gna get her on monday. i don care sia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3151835623050344583?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3151835623050344583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3151835623050344583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3151835623050344583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3151835623050344583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/juz-now-gt-psle-eng-oral-n-i-tink-dat-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-5371429889580071046</id><published>2008-08-11T11:10:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:24:53.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKADB89-dfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Cksm1AY3nLU/s1600-h/DSC04629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233186099085342194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKADB89-dfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Cksm1AY3nLU/s200/DSC04629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My aunt n my sis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2day i hv no mood to do anything. nt sure why, i juz hv no mood. slept real late last nite cos i went to de airport to send afiqah n her family off. so sad dat dey had to leave so early... aniwaes i finally gt to drink iced latte after 2 weeks. haha. riyah kept on fighting wif de boys. it's her habit. she loves fighting wif boys. my sis is weird... im feeling damn bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday was my aunt's engagement. finally, another engagement after 3 years. lol.it was damn cool. had to take so many photos sia. plus, it was so noisy. like paparazzis taking photos... gt to eat lots of yummy chocolate. haha. LOVE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amirah den came to my house to celebrate national day. saw fireworks frm my roof garden. so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I donnoe y ths days my mood keep on changing. 1 minute im happy, n de next im nt. *sigh* rite now, i don even noe how i feel. ppl are changing ths days... april has gone back to her emo self which is ok. cos im used 2 it. my frens r definitely changing. i don even understand dem now n no1 understands me. even my parents dont understand me. dey juz tink dey do. my frens noe me more den dey noe me... sadly to say it's true. dey tink dey're doin wads best for me, bt dey're only torturing me! rite now, im feeling reali angry yet sad n i juz wished some1 understands me. yeah rite, as if it will happen. my mood changes reali often. so, it's hard to catch up on how i feel... i seriously no mood to type ready. i noe im talking crap bt i dont care! cos everything is TRUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5371429889580071046?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5371429889580071046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5371429889580071046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5371429889580071046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5371429889580071046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-aunt-n-my-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SKADB89-dfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Cksm1AY3nLU/s72-c/DSC04629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6636082046362472138</id><published>2008-08-08T12:26:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:25:14.637+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg0rL95GI/AAAAAAAAADY/dkSRFDdFUaY/s1600-h/DSC04615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232163325160055906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg0rL95GI/AAAAAAAAADY/dkSRFDdFUaY/s200/DSC04615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me n april(dat ting is de glove's middle finger which was filled wif water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg00phRqI/AAAAAAAAADg/42LEeFlsf2w/s1600-h/DSC04613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232163327699928738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg00phRqI/AAAAAAAAADg/42LEeFlsf2w/s200/DSC04613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me n sab :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg0yS2m-I/AAAAAAAAADo/WvolVz6YfkU/s1600-h/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232163327067986914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg0yS2m-I/AAAAAAAAADo/WvolVz6YfkU/s200/DSC04607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my "bros" (JX, Rui n Ho Lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg06exMnI/AAAAAAAAADw/aWb4haZJ6Rg/s1600-h/DSC04617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232163329265447538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg06exMnI/AAAAAAAAADw/aWb4haZJ6Rg/s200/DSC04617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; JX n Uncle Jian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Whoa! nvr blog 4 more than a week... lols. ths whole week has been pretty busy 4 me. so many things to complete. *sigh* gotta do practice paper every single day. see ppl, 6.9 very hardworking. haha, like real. bt it is true!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;aniwaes, today dere was national day celebrations in school. had to be in school damn early cos had to have a final practice before de march in. den it was time for de march in. dint wan to do it though... had to march in front of everyone n it was damn weird. had a very long speech n we were standing in de sun 4 a very very long time. after tht all our legs were aching. went back to class to do "art" which reali sucks. luckily, ms low allowed us to listen to music on condition dat we use earphones. onli dat part was fun... den hv dis stupid "don't forget your lyrics" which was reali lame. no offence though. after de whole thing went to play soccer wif my frens. me n carissa keep on talking crap. haha. dint hv any mood to play so izzu n de rest went in to play. izzu n daryl played real well. so impressed sia. c guys, im so gd to u. den me n carissa had to go TM. dint noe which way to go so we asked isyraq to show us de way cos he was also disgusted to see de blood. carissa teased him bout his singing on de way bt told him nt to believe wad she was saying. we were almost melting under de sun as it was damn hot sia! finally reached TM n went to find my mum. said bye to carissa n went back home. ended up sleeping cos i was damn tired. k lah i gtg. super tired. maybe i'll edit dis post another day... till den...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;muacks...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6636082046362472138?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6636082046362472138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6636082046362472138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6636082046362472138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6636082046362472138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-n-aprildat-ting-is-de-gloves-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SJxg0rL95GI/AAAAAAAAADY/dkSRFDdFUaY/s72-c/DSC04615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4697416392839484836</id><published>2008-07-29T14:20:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:46:11.633+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SI8RR9T_JPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wy0fFQY01aM/s1600-h/DSC04576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416692614276338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SI8RR9T_JPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wy0fFQY01aM/s200/DSC04576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me, carissa n chermin in de toilet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SI8PlnLpckI/AAAAAAAAADA/QbyJJ-oHTyY/s1600-h/DSC04589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228414831247848002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SI8PlnLpckI/AAAAAAAAADA/QbyJJ-oHTyY/s200/DSC04589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on my way 2 de match! woohoo brazil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SI8Pl4BnnZI/AAAAAAAAADI/YDhzsfhjtds/s1600-h/DSC04377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228414835769187730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SI8Pl4BnnZI/AAAAAAAAADI/YDhzsfhjtds/s200/DSC04377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You Wei taped his mouth n told me 2 take a pic of it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;school is quite ok now cos dere's a clown 2 entertain me. bt some times he's juz 2 much. he sits beside me:( last week n ths past few days were quite funny cos you wei keep on taping his mouth n hands. juz like me, chermin, carissa, april n darren. so funny. den he n carissa stated playing dis gross game. wont mention it now cos i 2 lazy 2 type. maybe another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2day gt english oral. so sad sia. picture nt much 2 talk about which was ok bt de conversation was damn hard. so stressful. 2moro is malay. die die. my malay is okok but muz score no matter wad. school was normal bt me, chermin, carissa n april played de auction game. we so called sell each other n say sold when de price is high. april bought me for $1.20. i bought april for $0.02. haha. cher bought carissa for $0.0000000000001 n carissa bought cher for $1. damn funny sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday was funnier. my mum passed me de keys so dat me n anwar could enter de car. i turned on de engine bt apparently my mum did nt put de lever 2 park. anwar was brave enough to change de lever 2 park. i turned on de engine while he turned de lever. n den de fun started. as de lever had 2 be pushed 2 reverse b4 putting at park de car reali reversed n me n anwar quickly put it at park n i let go of de engine. it wad damn fun!!! de car reali reversed! both of us laughed till my wound hurt. haha. we went home 2 get ready 2 go 2 stadium 2 watch brazil play against singapore. i couldnt decide which team jersey i shud wear so i ended up wearing my brazil jersey n brought my singapore jersey in my bag. haha. so pathetic. my dad told my mum 2 buy tickets 4 grandstand. so happy! wanted 2 meet Amal during half time but in de end we didnt cos it was 2 far frm where i was sitting. called her n chat 4 awhile n went back 2 continue watching de game. in de end brazil won 3-0! haha. bt singapore played quite well 2 say honestly. went home n went 2 sleep straight away. didnt even hv de time 2 do hw. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;kk. gtg. ciao ppl! luv u guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4697416392839484836?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4697416392839484836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4697416392839484836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4697416392839484836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4697416392839484836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-carissa-n-chermin-in-de-toilet-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SI8RR9T_JPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wy0fFQY01aM/s72-c/DSC04576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-1422475177756180715</id><published>2008-07-26T19:42:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:46:12.064+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SItZfYsiHPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nnt95HEf9VA/s1600-h/DSC04502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227370188233645298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SItZfYsiHPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nnt95HEf9VA/s200/DSC04502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i noe my hair is super short. I hate it. but i juz gotta bare wif it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SItZPZzqgwI/AAAAAAAAACo/jWOc3WyTa1Y/s1600-h/DSC04504.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SItZPnwZASI/AAAAAAAAACw/7GTQd0jJEoc/s1600-h/DSC04510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227369917398450466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SItZPnwZASI/AAAAAAAAACw/7GTQd0jJEoc/s200/DSC04510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;woohoo ! Arsenal rocks! haha. ( i've gotta admit i look weird in ths pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sry long time nvr blog... hmm. maybe it wasnt tht long. i've been so busy studying 4 psle dats why i've gt no tme 2 blog. haha. aniwaes ths week wasnt reali a gd week 4 me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday, was playing soccer wif de boys during bonding time. so sad im de only girl in my class dat plays soccer. *cry* haha. no worries. aniwaes we were playing n everyting went well until i gt into an accident. aww man. well, wad can i say. i was playing soccer wif boys. lol. i was running 4 de ball. ariff was running for de ball too n he sort of banged into me n i fell. it seriously hurts. it's ok. all de boys started crowding around me n asked if i was ok. aww dey're so sweet. as usual, i started screaming. chermin, carissa n april ran to de field to help me out. as i was walking i looked at de side of my stomach n... dere was a huge scratch. dats when i started crying. my other frens all helped me out n called ms low. went to de toilet to clean up and april, chermin, carissa n ms low brought me to de general office to clean my wound. ms low helped me to clean de wound. it was stinging sia! ms low asked me to go home but i refused to. called my mum to tell her wad heppened n stuff. den continued wif lesson until 3.30. my mum came 2 fetch me n talked to ms low bout de accident. make such a big deal 4 wad? it's juz a bruise. kk back to topic. went to de doctor n she put some ting on de wounds. juz bcos of de fall i muz eat 3 types of medicine. wth sia! it's juz a fall for heaven's sake! wadeva luh. juz hv 2 bare wif de pain. sunday den can take out de dressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2dae went to cut my hair. reali regretted doin it cos now my hair is reali, reali short. ok fine it will grow back. but it takes time to grow... ok fine juz have to bare wif it while it grows. den i had frens frm california over n stuff. my mum brought dem to night safari bt i dint go cos i was too tired. haha. n i was also having very different emotions 2dae. nt so sure y though. still tinking bout it. k luh. it's alredy late. btw 2 de spammer... i noe hu u r alredy. donid 2 pretend anymore. n pls luh u tink ur so cool... try looking at yourself in a mirror! seriously u hv 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-1422475177756180715?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/1422475177756180715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=1422475177756180715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1422475177756180715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/1422475177756180715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-noe-my-hair-is-super-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SItZfYsiHPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nnt95HEf9VA/s72-c/DSC04502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-3400382935855846029</id><published>2008-07-22T19:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:26:43.764+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im so freaking bored. nth 2 do cant sleep. onli choice... use de comp! haha. chatting wif daryl rite now. talking donnoe wad nonsense. haha. i say my comp mad ready n he was like... like comp like user. wth sia! he so bad. haha. jkjk. bt he also said dat computer is smart though. hmm.... gt nth else 2 say cos my mind's juz playing dumb wif me. btw. dat freaking spammer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOP SPAMMING LUH!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im bloody annoyed. wanna spam go create a blog 4 spamming kaes? wadeva lamo! k i gtg. post another day if i've gt de time:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-3400382935855846029?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/3400382935855846029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=3400382935855846029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3400382935855846029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/3400382935855846029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-so-freaking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-4748945084180605267</id><published>2008-07-21T11:39:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:46:12.565+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SIRTLzJjt1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9r_2bheRZxI/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225392929830582098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SIRTLzJjt1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9r_2bheRZxI/s320/DSC00831.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;riyah n zahier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SIRTL9OsJqI/AAAAAAAAACY/yx6oyaT1aVg/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225392932536460962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SIRTL9OsJqI/AAAAAAAAACY/yx6oyaT1aVg/s320/DSC00817.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me n afiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SIRTMAkjWXI/AAAAAAAAACg/hjkRbZnEOF8/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225392933433465202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SIRTMAkjWXI/AAAAAAAAACg/hjkRbZnEOF8/s320/DSC00855.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;me n april 2dae(isn't april pretty?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hey! sry long time nvr post... been damn busy ths past few days... had so much fun spending de weekend wif uncle zack n family. went 2 play bowling on friday wif dem n went 2 downtown afterwards. damn fun sia. riyah was so happy 2 finally meet zahier. lols, im so bad. played n took neoprints at de arcade. played 4 like 3 hours. damn cool. actually me, afiqah n riyah went 2 take neoprints moz of de time but we also played some games. den we went 2 eat. it was like 11 sumting. so l8 sia. ate like a lot. den i gt a pic of riyah n zahier. haha. n Dan overheard me calling my frens freak so many times he was like"den i don wanna be ur fren" n he said he was juz joking. i hv a habit of calling pl freaks. no idea y... den we ate n ate den we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;den on saturday everyting was normal. nth new. juz a normal saturday. except dat mayb my dad gt me de new arsenal jersey!!! YESSA!!! damn nice sia. nicer den de old one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;yesterday went out wif uncle zack n uncle rodney frm dubai. actually both of dem r staying in dubai. dey're back 4 summer. b4 meeting dem, i went 2 isetan 2 do some shopping. dint shop 4 quite some time. haha. bought an adidas "respect me" bag n blouse. so nice. juz love it. my dad bought a golf set. *sigh* golf so... k nvm donid 2 say. den met uncle zack n walked 2 de forum. met uncle rodney dere. ate at california's pizza. stuffed myself but was still hungry. after eating, went 2 de airport 2 send uncle zack n his family 2 Jakarta. n ate more n more. OMG! i couldnt stop eating. went home cos my dad had 2 pack 2 go back 2 qatar. my dad works dere... my mum sent him ths tme cos it was 2 l8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2dae gt racial harmony day. had 2 wear traditional costume. damn hot sia. april borrowed mine. she looks so gd in baju kurung. it's so true, (APRIL U CAN'T DENY THS. LOTS OF PPL SAID SO. HAHA) had a peranakan wedding n blablabla. everyting all de same. feel so bored rite now. gtg finish up my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bye... Muacks(extra kisses. lol)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-4748945084180605267?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/4748945084180605267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=4748945084180605267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4748945084180605267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/4748945084180605267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/riyah-n-zahier-me-n-afiqah-me-n-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SIRTLzJjt1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9r_2bheRZxI/s72-c/DSC00831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-652942373128006657</id><published>2008-07-16T17:45:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:46:12.751+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SH4Q09zTWcI/AAAAAAAAACI/6uZ7pqG68oc/s1600-h/Little+Pieces(love).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223631119925336514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SH4Q09zTWcI/AAAAAAAAACI/6uZ7pqG68oc/s320/Little+Pieces(love).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;life is so... i cant find a word 2 describe it. but it's definitely negative. especially when psle is dis year. can die sia. 2day i was angry yet happy n quite sad. angry cos i was really annoyed by some1.( won't mention names) happy cos nt much homework n sad cos.... i simply cant say. a minister came 2 skool n i had 2 play some games 2 show him. gt reali annoyed though cuz i had 2 play over n over again. sigh... den had some survey 2 do. den dats de end. i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Life is precious but i just can't appreciate it. Too much stress, too many troubles, too many other things too. I have the greatest friends but I still cant appreciate Life. Aww man... People say i've changed but I'm still me. I'll always be me. Just normal me. I'm precious so appreciate me. Lol. But I guess Life is alrite, mayb it's not. K luh... i gtg. Post another time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just cant seem to appreciate everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love him but I don't like him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Complicated isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Seems so to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate this but i can't forget those great moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Emo much? Lols.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-652942373128006657?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/652942373128006657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=652942373128006657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/652942373128006657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/652942373128006657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SH4Q09zTWcI/AAAAAAAAACI/6uZ7pqG68oc/s72-c/Little+Pieces(love).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-7257209552954593128</id><published>2008-07-15T11:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:28:07.489+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;school's nt tht bad nowadays... hold on. i take my words back. so much homework like can die sia:( Sab is back for summer. she came 2 class juz now. chatted wif her n stuff. oh yea in de morning like normal. cher, april n carissa started ths freaking family. i tink it was de chicken family? nt so sure but it sounded damn funny. aww man 2moro gt minister coming 2 de skool. muz present de malay corner or sumting like dat. n gt de donno wad survey 4 P6's. damn bad sia. being in P6 is de worst ting dat ever happened in my life. k luh... gotta go do homework. i'll write another time... dat is if i've gt de time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-7257209552954593128?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/7257209552954593128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=7257209552954593128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7257209552954593128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/7257209552954593128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/schools-nt-tht-bad-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-5858813153945004915</id><published>2008-07-09T15:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:28:33.061+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2dae was so tiring! had 2 prepare de talent time auditions 4 de P5s.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no time 2 blog yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in school, mdm zahara told de class about monday... u noe... de part where me n my frens accidentally met her... well she asked me, carissa, darren n april wad we learnt frm de movie. we were like staring at each other. de whole class was like "huh?" so embarrassing sia... den after dat everyone started asking how come we saw mdm zahara. aww man. wasn't a good day. but other den dat it was a normal skool day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reached school late. stupid traffic jam! in class, gt blackout again. so cool but it dint last long. aww man! went through work n stuff in class n it was so boring... den recess n stuff n blablabla. darren den left 4 track.he nowadays damn 4getful sia. yesterday he left his pencilcase, bottle n health booklet b4 leaving 4 track. 2dae, he 4gt his shoe bag. we were all laughing in class. lol. den we tried telling him but he pointed his middle finger instead. WTH! he so bad. i guess dats y we call him "Grandpa". salma told ms low n she said dat he will come back 2 get it. den she asked jovan go pass it 2 darren cuz he's a 'fast runner'. den went 4 p.e. had 2 play volleybal. sigh... volleyball is so nt my ting. played in de hall. i hit de ball n it gt stuck in de air conditioner. lol. we were like oh oh... den we took another ball. nt sure if de ball was taken out... den hariz grup was playing soccer. i took deir ball cuz dey kept on kicking it at me. den deir ball kena confiscate. padan muka! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me n april went opposite n bought mango ice blend. my fave... april bought green apple ice blend. den we talked 2 amal, filza, jia xing, n a few 6.6 girls. talk so long 4 like an hour. bought more food. lol. was feeling reali hungry... walked wif april 2 de bus stop n chatted den i walked back 2 skool. met rui shuen n nick in skool n went 2 AVA room 4 talent time auditions. so many ppl sia. n it's onli de P5s! gt ppl nvr take part den dey wanna watch de auditions. onli P5s allowed. den gt ths batch of P6 girls hu wanna watch but it's onli open 2 P5s. me, rui n nick had 2 talk 2 dem. but dey were so stubborn. den i told dem 2 go away n dey were like wad kind of prefect r u?! WTH sia!!! kk. back 2 de topic. de contestants were quite gd... mdm zahara, mdm habibah n mr lim were de judges. dose singing were like statues. dey dint even move! at last de last contestant sang n it ended. pheww! so tiring... k dats de end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;continue posting when i have de time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My life goes on and I'm nt enjoying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mayb it's bcos I just wished i was in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I know we're worlds apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But I still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Whatever it is I just wish we won't repeat de same mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dont wanna be so emo though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-5858813153945004915?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/5858813153945004915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=5858813153945004915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5858813153945004915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/5858813153945004915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/2dae-was-so-tiring-had-2-prepare-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6391059171343579672</id><published>2008-07-07T11:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:28:55.043+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah! 2dae was awesome. no skool cuz it's youth day. went out wif april,darren,daryl n carissa 2 downtown. met april at simei n took de train 2 pasir ris. met darren dere n took de bus 2 downtown. went straight 2 de cinema 2 buy de tickets. me n darren so bad cuz we wanted 2 put daryl n carissa at de 2 separate seats. but we dint cuz we weren't so bad. watched 'get smart'. daryl called 2 say dat he was on his way wif carissa. me, darren n april wanted 2 take a photo of daryl n carissa 2gether. but in de end we dint cos we were gd kids. lol, like real. darren den went down 2 fetch carissa n daryl. we were buying popcorn n guess wad... we saw mdm zahara!!! i was like OMG! she said dat juz 4 2dae she does nt noe us n we do nt noe her. haha. den we went in2 de cinema n mdm zahara was sitting rite behind us. we were so dead... we decided 2 behave cuz we dint want 2 get in2 trouble but we couldnt. de movie damn funny! me, carissa n april went 2 de toilet afterwards n we saw mdm zahara again. we were like having "karma". haha. we went 2 de arcade n took neoprints but it was nt so fun... at least we gt 2 pull darren's hair when we were in de neoprint booth. decided 2 go 4 bowling but it was 2 crowded... we den decided 2 go 2 white sands 2 eat. took a bus dere. dere was still time so we went 4 more neoprints n arcade. darren went round n round cuz he couldnt make up his mind on wad 2 eat. in de end we ate at KFC n carissa, daryl n darren started talking crap. lol. jkjk. we juz talked bout stuff. daryl n darren are like freeloaders! dey keep on asking me n carissa n april 4 money. wth! so bad sia. but in de end we had fun... i tink. well i did. den we went home. me, april, darren n daryl went de MRT station. me n april juz said bye 2 de boys n left. lol. reached simei n me n april took de cab. so waste money... kae dats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;C ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6391059171343579672?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6391059171343579672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6391059171343579672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6391059171343579672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6391059171343579672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-2dae-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6163598206573153901</id><published>2008-07-06T18:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:29:19.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2dae was ok luh... everyting seemed 2 be pretty normal. nth much 2 say too.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait 4 2moro cuz dere's no skool n can go downtown. had 2 do extra work though, damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6163598206573153901?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6163598206573153901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6163598206573153901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6163598206573153901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6163598206573153901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/2dae-was-ok-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5621239534740303372.post-6133157969737499157</id><published>2008-07-05T09:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:46:13.604+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZVsj9G9I/AAAAAAAAABg/SFVHwSMc7QU/s1600-h/DSC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219418353675606994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZVsj9G9I/AAAAAAAAABg/SFVHwSMc7QU/s200/DSC00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me n april!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZVsrDJsI/AAAAAAAAABo/q-SDQNsriCg/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219418353705363138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZVsrDJsI/AAAAAAAAABo/q-SDQNsriCg/s200/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chermin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZVw6wE2I/AAAAAAAAABw/8UxQ4PLoZfQ/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219418354844963682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZVw6wE2I/AAAAAAAAABw/8UxQ4PLoZfQ/s200/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZV0YphUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ttVnz_0OL5c/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219418355775669570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZV0YphUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ttVnz_0OL5c/s200/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;darren n bryan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aww man... i hate skool! especially when dis year is my PSLE. mayb skool is okay cuz i get 2 see my frens everyday. i have like 6 reali close frens. we hv names 4 each other. April is lil miss emo cuz she likes emoing. Carissa is tongtong... nt so sure y she calls herself dat. Chermin is lil miss naughty but she's nt reali naughty. Darren is de immatured kid cos he likes acting like kid. We also call him Grandpa cuz he's de oldest in de class. Bryan is de Hobbo cos he wans 2 be one. N Kelvan is de freakish freak cos... he's like dat. He's born like dat. haha. n im de "Demented Freak" cos dey say i scream 2 much...which is so nt true. mayb darren shud b called dat...? (Im still in nid 4 kelvan n bryan's photos) Actually, de guy beside darren is bryan... lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love u Guys!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5621239534740303372-6133157969737499157?l=allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/feeds/6133157969737499157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5621239534740303372&amp;postID=6133157969737499157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6133157969737499157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5621239534740303372/posts/default/6133157969737499157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthe-complications-inme.blogspot.com/2008/07/aww-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Khairunnisa....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171353591504335300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SLUzRU9RqAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tx88fP_51OI/S220/DSC04848.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OO6mQ_tcwUI/SG8ZVsj9G9I/AAAAAAAAABg/SFVHwSMc7QU/s72-c/DSC00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
