<?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-10343451</id><updated>2011-11-12T06:55:23.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings worth remembering..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>706</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7703191631743311282</id><published>2011-02-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T05:45:47.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, this space is so wasted! =\ will update here more now. bet no one keeps up with this blog lah. so long forgotten. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7703191631743311282?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7703191631743311282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7703191631743311282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7703191631743311282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7703191631743311282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2011/02/haha-this-space-is-so-wasted-will.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4679585661673699196</id><published>2010-05-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:36:20.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloop bloop bloop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4679585661673699196?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4679585661673699196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4679585661673699196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4679585661673699196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4679585661673699196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloop-bloop-bloop.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8332066902105516090</id><published>2010-05-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:25:40.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i realized that i need a channel to vent everything out. everything's so hectic these days. like everything's happening so fast and it seems like i have little control over certain things. i really hate it when i can't control my emotions. and i really hate it more when someone sees me crying like a big baby. i really don't like to show my vulnerability to the whole world but there's so much a person can take. like these 2 months haven't been the smooth-sailing period and finally it all came to me. and it had to fuckingly be at a time when there's a lot of people around. and while i was watching the loser telly in the freaking relaxing room. fuck shit. i really hate it when strangers come up to me to offer me tissue as a form of consoling. fine, i realized that i'm very very egoistic when it comes to expressing myself but why must it be so sudden and when i was watching cartoon?! fuck. now i'm so ashamed to go into that room. they'd probably think that i'm one hormonal teenager who cries over a stupid cartoon show. fml. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it gets quite depressing having to hear all sorts of comments from people who are so fucked up. seriously i never felt so pissed ever before and yes i did scream but when i think back, what for. those are just some fucked up assholes. urgh. mf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so pissed now that i think if i continue i might just let out a string of vulgarities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only i didnt pick up that call just now. sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life sucks.=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8332066902105516090?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8332066902105516090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8332066902105516090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8332066902105516090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8332066902105516090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-so-i-realized-that-i-need-channel.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1787195949324266701</id><published>2010-05-14T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:39:36.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's late at night. i'm sleepy. i want to go home but i'm tied down with SMUN stuff=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1787195949324266701?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1787195949324266701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1787195949324266701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1787195949324266701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1787195949324266701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-late-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1776110804933093974</id><published>2010-04-30T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:05:31.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes it's just best to just not talk and let the things in your head do the talking for you.&lt;div&gt;sometimes it feels as if you know someone so well but then it struck you that what you know may not be the actual thing after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it feels as if you're tired and just want a break but then you know you can't stop cos' you're almost at the finishing line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it's best not to care at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10343451-1776110804933093974?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1776110804933093974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1776110804933093974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1776110804933093974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1776110804933093974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-its-just-best-to-just-not.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8097311975714916055</id><published>2010-04-23T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:11:06.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't you just feel annoyed when you're trying so hard and yet you're not achieving what you wanted? &lt;div&gt;or when you wanted to help and then it struck you that you're not actually helping anything but you're just making it worse? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, all you gotta do is to just sit back and watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just watch and let the whole world pass you by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm turning into a rather boring person these days! boohoo. and this blog is annoyingly dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10343451-8097311975714916055?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8097311975714916055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8097311975714916055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8097311975714916055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8097311975714916055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-you-just-feel-annoyed-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8015800870186528849</id><published>2010-04-08T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:25:34.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just too lazy to update. ramo, this is for you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't wanna share my linkkkk!! you can try googling but you'll never find it cos it's privatized! tell me your password first! then i might consider. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's trade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10343451-8015800870186528849?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8015800870186528849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8015800870186528849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8015800870186528849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8015800870186528849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-just-too-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-9007751567924435365</id><published>2010-03-22T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:07:07.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>indeed it's hard trying to choose something that you want because ultimately you can only have 1. life's unfair but then again,this is life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why make judgement when you don't know something well enough? i still don't get it and you'll get tired eventually trying to explain your way through things. so it's the best to let things fall into place.&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/10343451-9007751567924435365?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/9007751567924435365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=9007751567924435365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9007751567924435365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9007751567924435365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/indeed-its-hard-trying-to-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8032067357683850399</id><published>2010-03-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T07:52:32.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON HIATUS&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till i feel like blogging cos' life's just too hectic and i have another space in here somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go find if you're lucky enough that is =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah we need to go out one day! maybe not so soon but it'll be a day to look forward to nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8032067357683850399?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8032067357683850399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8032067357683850399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8032067357683850399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8032067357683850399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-hiatus-till-i-feel-like-blogging-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-6057243438969430451</id><published>2010-03-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T06:34:18.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ctrl alt delete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10343451-6057243438969430451?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/6057243438969430451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=6057243438969430451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6057243438969430451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6057243438969430451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-ive-been-lousy-person-when-it-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-293724068652474609</id><published>2010-03-18T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:29:29.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TOLERANCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a limit to everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth shall set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i chopped down a cherry tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&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/10343451-293724068652474609?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/293724068652474609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=293724068652474609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/293724068652474609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/293724068652474609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-more-day-to-endure-till-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2907224167574490493</id><published>2010-03-17T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:30:52.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>try cycling with your bag filled with piles of lecture notes + laptop + shoe bag filled with more notes and flip flops. on top of that, the bicycle that you're cycling on is old and creaky. =\&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get the picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amidst all those, fun was still achieved and it was definitely an experience gained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love outings with the gila gila people. makes me high and excited and crazy and just forget the kinda shit that i am in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think we need more of the spontaneous trips around singapore and more time doing what we do best! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10343451-2907224167574490493?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2907224167574490493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2907224167574490493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2907224167574490493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2907224167574490493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/try-cycling-with-your-bag-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8647726118682913812</id><published>2010-03-16T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:23:13.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Babies come into the world...uniquely suited to the critical needs of early life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;Dr Lisa Elliot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biological foundations lecture was super super interesting cos' we were exposed to quite a variety of hereditary disorders.honestly, i don't even know that some of them existed! and the most memorable part of the whole lecture was the time yasmeen showed us videos on  child birth and c-section. oh my god, you can just die! seriously it's that horrifying and traumatizing. table was grabbing and pinching my arm throughout both of the viewings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for tomorrow. swing swing swing~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8647726118682913812?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8647726118682913812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8647726118682913812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8647726118682913812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8647726118682913812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/babies-come-into-world.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-9210499037772842451</id><published>2010-03-12T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:12:23.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>team building day was super super fun! really enjoyed myself running here and there with the lovely team members :D though we were kinda struggling at the very last checkpoint, we managed to pull ourselves together and made it till the very end. without giving up:D the most awesome-st thing which i think made it possible was that we did it with teamwork and perseverance and never having the mindset to give up when we could have done so. everyone of us knew what to do and we did our parts without grumbling and that matters cos' by the end of the day you know that you got each others' backs. there's no doubt about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stayed over at sentosa after tbd and really basked under the sun as if there's no tomorrow. the 5 of us were having so much fun that even after we left, we kept telling each other how fun it was and how we should spend more time together next time. i guess it's the littlest of things which made it memorable and fun :D and having to spend it with the ones that matters really counts a lot.  by the time we were out of the water, we got a shade or two darker than before but it was worth it :P  ohh, we totally bullied ramo during the water game thingy and she was the only one who took it seriously! like totally loserrrr*flicks hair* lol ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHHHHHHHHH!!! the luge is freaking awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! totally love the skythingy eventhough syazwan was so scared of it that he didn't dare to even move his head. hahahahahaha....god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day spent with the classmates was simply lovely and awesomeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could have been better if thar and myths were with us. next time yeah! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-9210499037772842451?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/9210499037772842451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=9210499037772842451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9210499037772842451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9210499037772842451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/team-building-day-was-super-super-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5223419091875493103</id><published>2010-03-08T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:11:10.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe what we all need is to fucking sit down and reflect on the things in life. like seriously. i'm so sick and tired of always giving in. it's time for a change. like seriously.think whatever you want but i hate you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's true that we've tried so hard yet failed so badly but have we ever stop to think why we did badly? actions speak louder than words. i don't know why but it's damn annoying knowing that you've tried and ...urgh.whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a much lighter note( and happier one) thanks for the wishes,gifts and everything! :D you know who you are! really appreciate everything.:D i need to start growing up and be more matured! &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/10343451-5223419091875493103?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5223419091875493103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5223419091875493103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5223419091875493103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5223419091875493103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-what-we-all-need-is-to-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8704507896453547794</id><published>2010-03-07T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T06:37:17.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slept for &gt;12 hours before heading down to ramo's. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo peopleeeee Ramliiiii here. I am inviting you to ma place Sunday evening. Ma mommy is calling some of her friends over and I wanna call you too.Naq Marlee and Mythili. They will be a lot of aunties so behave yourself and don't have orgy sessions and making out sessions among yourselves like u always do.Okahhh?Timing is like evening to night. No sleeping ovaaaa yoooo cuz I don't like lesbos. No fatties allowed toooooo.Ba da wayyyy do go see my bloggehhhh I updated it recentlyyyyy last week n tday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the message sent by ramo was simply too funny and should be publicized to the whole world to see. =P eventhough the text was kinda creepy, it kinda made the 3 of us laughed cos' it was so ramo in a sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dinner went well and i totally love love love the tandoori chicken! " omg...i swear i can just die if i stay any longer"-as quoted by myths. *rofl*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so full from all the fooooodddddd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks again ramo for the invitation!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8704507896453547794?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8704507896453547794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8704507896453547794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8704507896453547794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8704507896453547794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/slept-for-12-hours-before-heading-down.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8497174178484018897</id><published>2010-03-04T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:39:43.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as usual i was asleep on the bus home and subconsciously  i knew that my mouth was wide awake but i was too tired to close it i think.as a result when i woke up, i saw an apek staring at me. =\ super duper embarrassing to the ultimate core. &lt;div&gt;so after that i tried to keep myself awake until that apek got off the bus. true enough, he got off few stops after and i continued with my nap. =\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm super free and it stinks cos' there's a lot to be done but i just don't have the mood to do anything at the moment. so i shall just stone! :Dohh talking about stoning, i got a scolding from the queen of blur for looking blur just now. raudah was like " naqeah,can you stop giving me that blur face" she even did a super retarded to the freaking core face at me! =\ i swear i don't look anything near that lorrrrrrrrr. meanie. unlike someone who randomly shouts "GHANDI!" when mdm Cho asked a WOMAN who's influential in their lives. mwhahaaha....he went for op change heh?=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10343451-8497174178484018897?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8497174178484018897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8497174178484018897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8497174178484018897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8497174178484018897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-usual-i-was-asleep-on-bus-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-497588614844622980</id><published>2010-03-02T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:40:43.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm sorry for being such a letdown. after all you've done, you definitely deserve better than this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i feel damn sucky after hearing all those.=( i need to improve myself or i can stay to be a living disappointment to everyone. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i nearly got a fucking heart attack at 10.21am while i was in bed.still asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS.what a depressing post. urgh. how i wish i could rewind yesterday. =( need the weekends now.=(=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate today. and i can't help myself if i can't stop thinking.=(&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/10343451-497588614844622980?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/497588614844622980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=497588614844622980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/497588614844622980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/497588614844622980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-for-being-such-letdown.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-6685467449617100496</id><published>2010-03-01T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:24:50.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D after a million years, we finally met up at our usual hangout place. totally love the day spent with besties. slacked and took a lot a lot of retarded pics at Starbucks. well it's more of like a bonding session cos' we were laughing our heads off looking through all the retarded photos which we took. finally, i'm not alone in my retarded-ness cos someONE also had her unglam moment! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasn't a mistake skipping cos' sometimes you win some and&lt;i&gt; lose&lt;/i&gt; some. and this was definitely a win situation.:D and we didn't managed to share much cos' we were so busy laughing at each other. sometimes, it's comforting to know that you're not alone and there's indeed friends around.even during your darkest hours. treasuring the 6 years and counting of friendship!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again,happy birthday SEXY! finally you're old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-6685467449617100496?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/6685467449617100496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=6685467449617100496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6685467449617100496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6685467449617100496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-after-million-years-we-finally-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7633147603025227756</id><published>2010-02-27T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:17:16.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you cannot use the word destructive as it's &lt;em&gt;fuggy&lt;/em&gt;. also, it's not advisable to use the word alongside defensive, as they are both relative words. soooooooooo*slight pause* i'll reject your resolution because of this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that bloody word is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;destructive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should just abolish destructive!! it's such a blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh word to begin with. NSEEBUDEBFUOBOWE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7633147603025227756?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7633147603025227756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7633147603025227756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7633147603025227756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7633147603025227756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-cannot-use-word-destructive-as-its.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5424985312838676634</id><published>2010-02-26T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:42:07.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="comment_author" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=768246324"&gt;Marleenah A.Ghani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment_author" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=768246324"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Aaaaahhh, Naqeah, Marleenah.!!!!, take that thing away.!!!! I want tissue, I need tisssuuuuueee, wipe that thing, I realllly disgusteeeeeeed.!!! Later I'll turn into Spidermaaaaaaaaaaan.!'.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA.I just made myself laugh my ass off again.&lt;br /&gt;41 minutes ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that comment above totally crack me up big time! it was just yesterday that we were laughing our ass off at raudah's bimboness when she discovered something on her middle finger. and if i'm not wrong, it happened when she was singing her heart out at the mrt platform=\ sweet is it?lol. and i swear the scene was epic.EPIC!ahhahahahaa....awww, i love you still kay!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; turn into spiderman.lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5424985312838676634?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5424985312838676634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5424985312838676634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5424985312838676634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5424985312838676634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/marleenah.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2486646466623516300</id><published>2010-02-25T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T03:31:48.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ramo: if i'm a joke, you're a riddle! *laughs cheekily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i have really bimbotic friends i swear. so literature went exactly like what i predicted it tobe. had a mental block for the first 10 mins and i stared at raudah's head for that solid 10 mins. cos' i was afraid that if i turned around, i would end up staring at people doing their work =\ in the end, i didn't have time to finish it laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh. but it's okay cos' it's all over. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deciding on where to go afterwards was a total torture cos' we spent almost 2 hours in kfc deciding and got off topic countless of time cos' everyone was just too plain lazy to get their butts off the seats. lol... accompanied princess ramo to bbdc to register and we spent around an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a really shocking thing happened while we were on our way. we went to that place with raudah's guidance and got lost in the process. as usual~ so we took a cab in the end and that place was just across the freaking road! the uncle was quite shocked to see us not knowing how to get there and he was like, 'WAH LAU EHHHHH!!!! THE PLACE ALSO YOU DON'T KNOW HORR!! WAH LAU EHHHH!!! YOU CAN JUST WALK WALK SOMEMORE LOR!' omg. i swear at that point of time i felt like punching his bald head cos' we were really lost!! and we don't even live near the west in the first place! goodness. he kept on scolding us and i think we were really pissed till we started talking in his tone to each other and he kept quiet. hahahahaha...and we paid $3 for it-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2486646466623516300?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2486646466623516300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2486646466623516300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2486646466623516300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2486646466623516300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/ramo-if-im-joke-youre-riddle-laughs.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-3792857440625867258</id><published>2010-02-24T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T03:59:49.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more paper to go and i'm done!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog about a million things but nothing's coming out right now. i think i'm sick and tired of blogging already. all i ever do here is to read back at my past posts and laugh my ass off.=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning into this super boring person with no life!OH MY GOD! i need to get my coolness back cos' school's been draining the energy out of us all=( and i need to sleeeeppppppp longer.and to stop texting my classmates in the middle of the night about random songs cos' all they'll do in return for your kindness in your gesture would be to spread those messages to the rest of the world. and then they would freakingly STORE the messages under saved items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i nearly died while i was out with leen today. if i die, please blame leen. =\ her number is 9*****65. and she has this bloody pink phone protector which I personally helped her to choose while we were out and after that horrifying incident which i swear that i'm still traumatised about. and if i die, please burn her bloody pink protector and throw away her phone as well.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-3792857440625867258?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/3792857440625867258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=3792857440625867258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3792857440625867258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3792857440625867258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-more-paper-to-go-and-im-done-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-49266297131409762</id><published>2010-02-10T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T03:52:38.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) i feel so happy( okay fine limited vocab right now) that i've got the chance to meet my beloved aliens! it was merely out of coincidence that we happened to bump into each other. it all started when i told irah i had the urge to eat at this certain restaurant then it was joe who waved at us first. i didn't realised that it was him until i went inside.lol...kinda blind actually. he changed a lot!! then after joe, imah met the both of us. walked around for a bit and bumped into c.d! he looked seriously tired and erm, different in a sense. but still as friendly as ever =) then walked around again and bumped into nabobo! it was her who screamed and not us=\ yeah, still as crazy as before. then fee texted saying that she knew where we were. met up with her and talked for a while. then home. basically today is really a nice day cos it was filled with my beloved aliens! gosh...finally i met up with some of them=D supersuper happy that i don't feel tired! hahahaha..don't make sense but who cares. oh and i got the chance to talk to aisyah too over the phone. (:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-49266297131409762?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/49266297131409762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=49266297131409762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/49266297131409762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/49266297131409762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-so-happy-okay-fine-limited-vocab.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7033812569193991457</id><published>2010-02-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:18:39.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never felt so pissed ever before until p.e. that was the one mistake that i totally regret throughout my stay for the past year and 2 months. never felt so dumb+hopeless+idiotic ever before. but at the same time, it was quite funny at how the lesson was made interesting &lt;em&gt;yet &lt;/em&gt;a tinge of annoyance was inevitable. maybe i'm being optimistic but 4 weeks of that kind of conditioning, i swear i'll just burst in his face and say things which i'd regret. but no worries, self-control is what i'm good at. yeah right~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a rather tiring week. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.i miss my besties=( i miss the sharing sessions which never fail to make me laugh as if there wasn't any problems that we can't handle together. i miss sitting down and talking for hours about nothing to something. i miss having the comfort of knowing that there are people who are as crazy as me. i miss not caring about how lame i can get when i talk when i'm with them. i miss all those times that we spent. school's sucking the energy out of me. and it's just monday. never felt so hopeless before but i'll survive.with wonderful friends around=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7033812569193991457?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7033812569193991457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7033812569193991457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7033812569193991457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7033812569193991457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-felt-so-pissed-ever-before-until.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1521269292930051325</id><published>2010-02-04T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:17:17.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my goodness.=\ the previous post was like totally bimbotic. it was leen.i swear!lol.i think i've annoyed almost everyone in class with my annoying voice and actions today. so dear classmates, please forgive me cos' i love you all and you all love me!like DUUU-UUHHH~ hahahahaha..okay i must stop talking like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is so TGIF! duuuh-uuhhhh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1521269292930051325?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1521269292930051325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1521269292930051325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1521269292930051325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1521269292930051325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-3347134593013970242</id><published>2010-02-04T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:19:05.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raudhah baby just rejected my call!i feel so sad and rejected! HOW HEARTLESS! I'M SO BROKEN HEARTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARLEE BABY IS SUCHHHHH A LOSERRR~ LIKE DUUU-UHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09a1 is currently having p.e. and i'm enjoying myself right now.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCESS LEEN HEEERRE IN DA HAAAWWWWEEESSS. :D its such an honour for naqeaaah to have me in her bloooog. Like what-EVA. hahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-3347134593013970242?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/3347134593013970242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=3347134593013970242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3347134593013970242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3347134593013970242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/02/raudhah-baby-just-rejected-my-calli.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1592360635036008641</id><published>2010-02-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:14:50.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wasn't feeling the monday blues today cos' i spent my evening with my 2 fav girls in the world.=) walked around a shopping mall and mightykingkong sprayed freaking a lot of perfume on the both of us and i swear i smell effing nice right now. lol. and i'm freaking full too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramo, we shall not eat tomorrow! cos we ate like pigs in pastamania just now nah~ so please slap us if you see either of us eating tomorrow in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie,back to the boring school life;homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1592360635036008641?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1592360635036008641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1592360635036008641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1592360635036008641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1592360635036008641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/wasnt-feeling-monday-blues-today-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1886879481250039251</id><published>2010-01-31T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:45:54.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went over to leen's jooobzzz house to study! but ended up listening to songs and we were making so much noise. okay i did a bit of revision here and there but the time was spent doing silly things. as usual i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh...tomorrow is such an effing long day!*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1886879481250039251?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1886879481250039251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1886879481250039251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1886879481250039251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1886879481250039251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-over-to-leens-jooobzzz-house-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-6071753026570718717</id><published>2010-01-28T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:34:04.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm thankful to have wonderful friends around me. eventhough i may not show my tlc openly, i want you guys to know that i do care and love y'll. dinner with raudah and iqah was the bomb(: thanks for sharing and sometimes it's just human nature to note such things. i'm thankful for having these 2 gundus in school although sometimes i can get annoyed with how "princess" raudah thinks that she is and how blur iqah can get, i still love them. be honoured ah! =P&lt;br /&gt;met up with mightykingkong during the breaks and p.e. and damn it sure feels great to have someone to laugh with!!! i miss that arse freaking loads! *flicks hair* lol.&lt;br /&gt;thar's not in school though=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leeeeeennnnnn, i'm sorry for being such a horrible friend in the morning! i didn't know what to do and can only stare at you like some moron.=\ promise that i'll be more efficient next time when you cry. but please eh don't cry or not i think i can just die on the spot. hahahaha..drama i know. cheer up=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timed assignments today was freakkkkinnggggglyyyyyy ANNYOYING TO THE ULTIMATE CORE I SWEAR!!!!ROARRRRRRRRRRRRR! omg. i can just bang my head lahh...if only i put in moreeeeeeeeeeeee effort in trying to remember the facts. urgh.super pissed with myself but it's over so i shall not whine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS FRIDAY! TGIF! CAN'T WAIT LORRRRRRR. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-6071753026570718717?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/6071753026570718717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=6071753026570718717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6071753026570718717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6071753026570718717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-thankful-to-have-wonderful-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-769331617941931082</id><published>2010-01-20T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:34:26.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realised tht half of the world know my password to almost everything. the whole family memorise my account pin number for god's sake cos' i'm always the one who forgets to bring the card and have to resort to asking people to withdraw and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i need to stop being so forgetful so that i won't have to tell A about my password then won't have to remind B to check for this and won't have to remind C to look up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally being random here and it has got nothing to do with me being angry about the people having the access to anything that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i need to stop whining and start being productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum just told me that i need to stop buying stickers=\ which i still find quite amusing cos' she actually took the time to go through my messy table just to look at my notes. hahahha..this is what you get if your mum's too free at home on a weekday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-769331617941931082?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/769331617941931082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=769331617941931082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/769331617941931082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/769331617941931082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-realised-tht-half-of-world-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5689607340975367761</id><published>2010-01-17T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T05:40:16.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 week down, 5 more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;then boom! it's common test week. omg. what a tiring week. and to think that it's just the first week of school. nevermind, i can do this! my dearest 09A1 can do it!=D yes we can! shoots...the stupid bob the builder song is stuck in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated imah's belated bday today. it was kinda sweet. rather impromptu though cos some smarty pants overslept while reading a book. how pathetic right. goodness. so we had our normal talks and as usual we were being crazy and high. we were so crazy that no one dared to take the same lift as us lahh...that was seriously funny. i think we scare people with the way we laugh and talk=\ went over to irah's workplace to pass her the cake and we wrote this really lame letter. this time the mastermind wasn't me. it was kyl. hahahaha...it was funny though to see her reaction. totally priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day to end the week =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not going to school for 3 days is really scaring me now. i'm anticipating a really huge pile of workload to be completed on tuesday. oh god, bless me then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5689607340975367761?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5689607340975367761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5689607340975367761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5689607340975367761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5689607340975367761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-week-down-5-more-weeks-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7773786800388145291</id><published>2010-01-07T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:29:25.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the last day of the whole module! i'm so relieved that it's finally over. sadly the end of this also indicates the end of the break=( honestly, it wasn't partying here and there kinda holiday for me this time round. and i feel as if i deserve another month of break. so is it okay if i come back a month later to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat hope man! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the bookshop toilet has and will always be a challenge for us during the holiday.we would always end up fighting just for that one special cubicle in the ladies.=\ table,sharifah and i would always try to outdo each other in entering the cubicle first. trust me that cubicle is heaven on earth! okay not to that extent lah huh...maybe to the campus extent!=D so we wanted to get inside and i was screaming like a hyena right from the door to table who was about to enter the cubicle and out of nowhere sharifah came and dashed into the cubicle! when i screamed, table got shocked and turned to me with this really distorted face.hahahahaha..it's effing funnnyyy!!! amy who was dying to pee screamed along and even jumped out from her cubicle to see what was happening. and the funny thing was that while screaming she nearly peed in her skirt! hahahahahaha....omggg..super drama lah. in the end table went to the other cubicle to pee. and the sensation of peeing no longer existed in me so i stood in front of the mirror to laugh at what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied EYAH! hahahahaha...omggg that's her nickname.so funny i know! =P as i was saying, accompanied eyah to bibi baba and we were like rappers. had our hoodies on cos' of the rain and i swear we looked totally retarded. after a million years of not entering borders, i finally step foot inside that building!!!! freaking happy that we were bouncing here and there. hahahaha..okay sounds freaking retarded. so we stayed in there for an hour just by browsing through mags and books. and we found this really cool lefty notebook! freaking freaking awesome to the max. and we read it diligently and even found a website for lefties. how cool is that yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh holy mother of cows! the trip back home was disastrous!!! our initial plan was to take the express bus so that we could slack and emo nemo but then we changed our plan at the bus stop and took 5 instead. goodnesssssssssss..the ride was sodbeubfiowefbojewb fow. it felt as if my intestines were about to come out from my mouth. both of us were so giddy up to the extent that we rested our heads against the window and were whining like little kids. we whined from the highway right out of town all the way to paya lebar!=\ it was seriously the most horrendous ride ever. I SWEAR I WILL NEVER EVER TAKE THAT HORRIBLE HORRIBLE BUS EVER AGAIN! it's too traumatizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end this horribly horribly long post,there's something for you to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's the right side of the brain that controls the l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eft side of the body..the only left handed people are in their right mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am in my right mind(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7773786800388145291?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7773786800388145291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7773786800388145291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7773786800388145291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7773786800388145291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-last-day-of-whole-module-im.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1935332086416425115</id><published>2010-01-07T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:10:16.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was reading through my wall when i stumbled upon this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. How did u meet no.4? (Naqeah) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During our very first PE lessons. haha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.Do you have a crush on anyone up there? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAQEAH BABY! Euu de noes horrss dat i loveesss oni eeuuu de horss. hahahahahah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha..holy mother of cows lahhh!mighty is such a freaking ass at times! i still remember that PE lesson incident! i was trying my best not to be an anti-social so i turned around to ask for names cos' i have the habit of mixing names up. so i asked her what's her name and she said hers and then i asked the class to come up with a nickname cos i don't think i could remember it. and she gave me this screwed up face as if i was retarded=\ lol..whoah...what a good first impression man! ahahahahaa...and now we're like so tight yo! and the 2nd qn is like a freakingly "in" thing last year. so i was bored and i started texting people in that language and the only one who wasn't irritated by it was mighty. can say that i was extremely happy at that point in time cos' i found a crapping buddy who's equally crappy to the max.lol. when you think back, it's kinda annoying. =\ okay now i know why each time i say those words my classmates would always stare at me as if i killed their cats/dogs/rabbits/whatever animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.the class would never be the same without mighty king kong!=(sighs. no more laughing at her retarded faces.no more laughing at her laughing. practically no more laughing at or with her! oh my goodness. it'll be so quiettttttttttttttttttttttt leh. nvm i shall be positive! at least there's ramli the burger to laugh with! soooo many things to share with you!=D i know you're dying to know what. wait till school starts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1935332086416425115?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1935332086416425115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1935332086416425115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1935332086416425115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1935332086416425115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/was-reading-through-my-wall-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4686403085627069595</id><published>2010-01-06T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:31:31.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 things that made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. getting a supersuper early message from ramli burger.thought of sharing it with the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;good morning. i'm bored. seven more days to my butt day.haha.5 more days to kick your butt day.hahahaha.don't roll your eyes please&lt;/em&gt;( omg. i did rolled my eyes and she can sensed it beforehand.lol)&lt;em&gt;i'll smack your sexy butt with happiness.=)i'm weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...omg. i have such a weird classmate!=\ crazy as it sounds, i did laugh to myself while reading it on the train though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.getting the e-mail. nearly died in class today cos' i was practically trying to keep myself awake. but it's 60% near completion!can't wait for fridayyyyyyy.last lesson! sososososo happpyyyyyyy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.after muccchhhhhh consideration!lol..sounds so drama. actually after just 2 texts... FINALLY MEETING UP WITH BESTIES TOMORROWWWWWWWW!!! i need to laugh laugh laugh my ass off! such a tiring week=( and after our crazy outing, i'll be super broke broke broke! *bangs head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4686403085627069595?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4686403085627069595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4686403085627069595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4686403085627069595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4686403085627069595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-things-that-made-my-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-9138401356526942467</id><published>2010-01-04T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:56:41.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;productive day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-9138401356526942467?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/9138401356526942467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=9138401356526942467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9138401356526942467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9138401356526942467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/productive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7050435856249246530</id><published>2010-01-03T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:29:47.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dangdang...the more i think about it the more i'm convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2010! time flies~&lt;br /&gt;no more playing (okay i know i'll get so distracted cos' it's easy to drift to lalaland with dearest 09A1 =P) and more hard work? omg. such a big big big thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as each day passes by, the more contemplative i get in trying to update this super dead blog. but i do have a rather ungoogable one hidden somewhere though *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to meeting up with the greatest class on earth.=D i can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7050435856249246530?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7050435856249246530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7050435856249246530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7050435856249246530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7050435856249246530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2010/01/dangdang.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7552252071202039144</id><published>2009-12-29T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:37:04.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will update soon soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;too many things going on at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7552252071202039144?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7552252071202039144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7552252071202039144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7552252071202039144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7552252071202039144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-update-soon-soon-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2383837637544771942</id><published>2009-12-22T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:26:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was pissed at myself for being so unproductive. tried doing maths in the day. and after a few questions i totally dozed off infront of my desk.=\ how retarded was that. after that i tried to read up on mr lee's notes and again i was like 'what the chicken!' cos' i forgot most of the stuffs and i got my facts about SEA and INTL mixed up. =( urgh.supersuper screwed lah. *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a cherry apple cookie dough (okay super random.lol) note, i've managed to read up the darn malay novel which i'd force myself to read 2 days back. and after like reading it twice i finally get the whole storyline! so proud of myself.even besties were shocked when i told them i was reading it.hey! i'm not that hopeless.lol...oh well, i'm all geared up for the book review! lol...okay someone please smack my with a wet fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'm not that pathetic anymore.i'm totally contradicting myself but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to meet up with my classmates soon!! erm, we can do the assignments together!(: any takers!? text me or PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2383837637544771942?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2383837637544771942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2383837637544771942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2383837637544771942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2383837637544771942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-pissed-at-myself-for-being-so.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4944631682074795346</id><published>2009-12-21T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:26:29.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest table and humz!please open your eyes big big hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM CSI'S BIGGEST FAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fon't big enough. =) happy now? don't fight anymore cos' i'm the winner! hoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4944631682074795346?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4944631682074795346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4944631682074795346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4944631682074795346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4944631682074795346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/dearest-table-and-humzplease-open-your.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8468423364307459893</id><published>2009-12-20T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:05:28.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>minah called earlier in the day when i was sleeping.and i thought i was sucha pig for waking up so late but nyonya woke up even later! like 2 hours later than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with nyonya and minah! more like an impromptu thingy. walked here and there for hours and it's really tiring. had fun nonetheless =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyonya taught us both this new line:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever....your mother works at Macdonald's! *inserts handsign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl.sweet day spent with those two today.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8468423364307459893?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8468423364307459893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8468423364307459893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8468423364307459893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8468423364307459893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/minah-called-earlier-in-day-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-76781319752492367</id><published>2009-12-18T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:26:32.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea what to blog about. since umairah asked me nicely to update this space, i shall be kind and post something for her. had the long awaited test today. it was do-able i guess? tried to revise in the train but it was a failure cos' i fell asleep halfway. so unglam please. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a runny nose currently and it's finally raining! =) WOOOHOOOO!!! and i feel quite bad for texting someone at this hour cos i know that crazy pok is probably asleep and would throw tantrums tmrw but oh well!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried reading up on the malay novel and again i fell asleep. omg. i should just poke my eyeballs and feed it to the fishes on farmville? or whatever you call that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-76781319752492367?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/76781319752492367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=76781319752492367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/76781319752492367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/76781319752492367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/hihi-ive-not-idea-what-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-6023519339982923689</id><published>2009-12-17T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:06:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played twister at thar's. first attempt was freaking funny cos' i pushed S by accident and she got out of the game. then she took revenge and pushed me during the second try.lol.didn't know i'm kinda flexible. the game was kinda bimbotic cos we were screaming our asses off just to stay in the game and we didn't want to lose so we resorted to pushing and resting on each other.hahahaha....when raudah came it got a bit competitive cos' both of us wanted to win and there was this part in which we had to like freaking stretched and she dared me to cross over her leg so being the ever so cool person that i am, i kicked her jaw instead of placing my foot next to her.lol...and i won?=\ cos she fell. hahahahaha...okay it totally unintentional okay! thar's mum cooked some naan thingy with chutney! effing awesommmmeeee. played heart attack and i kept losing lehhh=( even when we were playing the babi level game leh!! but SOMEONE lost in the latter and got to babi level 10! hehe...so loser!*flicks hair* played more twister and it was between raudah and i and damn she won 3 times in a row! nvm, i let you win ah! see i'm not a sore loser okay!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh too lazy to edit this post. so just read okay! you've just wasted 2 mins of your precious time anyway.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-6023519339982923689?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/6023519339982923689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=6023519339982923689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6023519339982923689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6023519339982923689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/played-twister-at-thars.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4662279246570898119</id><published>2009-12-16T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:08:07.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive no idea but ive been waking up supersuper early these few weeks.=\ and im supersuper dead now! have yet to start on the assignment and dateline's tomorrow. omg.someone please kill me. i just dont feel motivated at all to do it okay. *smacks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is raining now=) and i wonder how the heck are we going to meet up to have picnic later on? or should we just resort to going over to thar's?as usual eh. then i can sleeeeeeeeeeep peacefully on her bed. okay im sucha pig i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4662279246570898119?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4662279246570898119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4662279246570898119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4662279246570898119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4662279246570898119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-no-idea-but-ive-been-waking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-3489132792371384147</id><published>2009-12-09T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:54:13.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>critical thinking nearly suffocated me today. for the first time ever i dozed off in front of the whole class. i was trying my utmost best to stay awake okay!=( i was practically moving around in my seat like no one's business yet i could still doze off.lol. totally awesome i know.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days then i'm done for the week!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table and i accompanied humz to collect her specs at kallang after school today. we decided to take the bus all the way from school to kallang thinking that it would be an hour's ride. but noooooo it was like feaking longer lah! so the three of us emo-ed with our ipods plugged in and suddenly humz turned and faced us asking us to alight in such a haste.being the ever so smart people that we are, we alighted blindly and to only realized that we were at clarke quay running around a mall in search for a toilet.*shakes head* it took us a gazillion years to finally locate a toilet and after releasing whatever that h wanted to, we took the same bus AGAIN towards our destination. collected the specs and took yet another bus to kovan. and from kovan, we took yet ANOTHER bus to reach home! holy mother of cows. i'm so sick of buses now. please kill me if i take another bus tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhey...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to me whining like such a spoilt brat. i really appreciate your efforts in trying to cheer me up. yes,i know i am extremely a jerk when i'm whiny. i'm really really sorry if i was so uncooperative and immature when you were trying to make sense into my freaking huge egoistic self... =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-3489132792371384147?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/3489132792371384147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=3489132792371384147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3489132792371384147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3489132792371384147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/critical-thinking-nearly-suffocated-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8041035257715732052</id><published>2009-12-08T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:33:09.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up late again. rushed for school to only realized that there was a 15 mins allowance time given.tried to stay awake for lesson and managed to pull through eventhough i spaced out quite alot. read up on notes cos' it's been a really long time since i read any. took train home and slept all the way home. got fucking pissed with those commuters who were so impolite as to speak so loudly. you've got to be sensible right and not create such a scene cos' there's like others who are on the same freaking train as you. geez. got super pissed that i stared at them. and i don't usually stare at people you know but they really got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just in a really bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i wasting my time? oh well, this suck balls.FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after 3 years, i still hate you for your fucking guts to do all those shit to us. urgh. and just when i thought today was such a bad ass day, z has to remind me about the past. and i swear im more pissed now than i was 3 hours ago. holy mother of cows. i dont know why i cant seem to let this issue slip away but it was that impt to us.and you were such a fucking asshole who deserve to fucking rot and burn in choa chu kang cemetry.and i cant believe myself for having this argument with z over msn over that asshole and how miserable we were back then. omgomg.so depressing=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so depressed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8041035257715732052?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8041035257715732052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8041035257715732052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8041035257715732052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8041035257715732052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-late-again.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5138495747583700119</id><published>2009-12-07T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:04:16.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from camp!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things which touches me deeply would be the day 2 committee and how well we managed to work with one another. no doubt the planning wasn't that easy to cope with at first but the 11 of us pulled through the camp as a group. On top of that, it's quite sweet to know that they were always there no matter what during the 4 days camp to motivate and encourage each other on even if we were totally exhausted. from sharing of water,feeding each other with food when some of us got really caught up in our jobs and to even carrying of each others' bags when we were given limited time to move from place to place.therefore i could safely say that trust exists among bravo members as we were heavily dependent on each other throughout the camp and we didn't even doubted each others' capabilities in anything. So to say, im deeply honoured to have them as my groupmates throughout the vip experience. no doubt that all the 11 of us have different personalities and ways of leading the group but when it comes to executing a task, we're able to work as a team towards our common goal. eventhough the group can get totally serious at times, we do have our crazy side. For instance, during our meetings we would randomly drift off topic to talk about lame stuffs and our jokes were quite lame sometimes. alright, most of the time.lol.i really hope that the bond that we share as a group would last throughout our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary, bravo will always have a special place in my heart. especially our boomz dynamite cheer!=) and not forgetting our very famous ris low,mas selamat and johnny bravo skit.&lt;br /&gt;To make this short and simple, basically i really enjoyed the camp and it was awesommmmmeeeee!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired now.shall have a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;dangggggggggg there's school tmrw..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5138495747583700119?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5138495747583700119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5138495747583700119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5138495747583700119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5138495747583700119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-camp-two-things-which-touches.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5623866538537779970</id><published>2009-12-02T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:58:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boomz boomz boomz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so shingz now. talking to tingz is really therapeautic. we shall join forces and burn the school down!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. LOW YU PING! i still think you two are related.=) nehnehnipupu! you can't scold me cos i just wrote that.=P hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, tingz just reminded me this on msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiting says:&lt;br /&gt;my God you're nuts.&lt;br /&gt;no worries spending my holiday wisely.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose/&lt;br /&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;haaha&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh shingz&lt;br /&gt;damnzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;miii needzzz tooo peeepeeee&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Huiting says:&lt;br /&gt;you got to speak properly Naqeah.&lt;br /&gt;proper English, proper typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me again why am i missing 09A1=( this is one of the many reasons why i'm missing them so badly! need to meet up with them so i can annoy them and get annoyed by them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5623866538537779970?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5623866538537779970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5623866538537779970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5623866538537779970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5623866538537779970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/12/boomz-boomz-boomz.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7037275675645254376</id><published>2009-12-01T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T05:39:57.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe it's true. all we need now is to stop doing whatever that we're doing and just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks knowing that i can't make it for the outing with the 5 of them. =(&lt;br /&gt;oh well, there's always a next time i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for all these to be over and finally spend some time with those people that i've promised to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much brighter note, had lunch with yu ping today=) that silly is currently working under some database thingy. as requested by jm, i've already asked yp to organise a fad for life outing! lol...it's been ages since the 5 of us went out. need to catch up! and yp suggested a d gang outing. hahahaha..okay that d gang sounds like so mafia group =\ hahahaha... and i cant believe i even accompanied her to work and wasted my energy by walking that kinda distance! agey, better be honoured that i entertained your nonsense eh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got lost yet AGAIN. mummy told me to go to peace centre and being the ever so deaf person that i am,i told amirah that the place that we're going would be people's park!i only realized the mistake when we were at eu tong sen.hahahaha..of course mummy laughed at my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while going home, i decided to take the bus instead of train. and i didn't realize that i took the wrong one!being the nicest bestfriend that i am, i texted raudah to tell her about this.instead of giving me directions, that sillysilly person even laughed at me! urgh...it took me 3 hours to reach home. okay fine, i cabbed home cos' i got utterly tired,frusfrated and impatient with myself.=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i have this urge togive a surprise to my besties at their schools and workplaces but i don't know when! oh well, if i type it here then it won't be considered a surprise anymore.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you asked me if i'm tired, of course i am. i'm not a superwoman! tsk,such a silly thing to ask. but with great friends around, i always feel motivated to carry on.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;definitely.counting down to the new year starts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7037275675645254376?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7037275675645254376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7037275675645254376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7037275675645254376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7037275675645254376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4279950945729392698</id><published>2009-11-29T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:54:38.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB SHIT. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i need to shut up before more profanitites comes out of me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;look on the bright side of life(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;h, please stop worrying. i think all you need to do now is to sleep and forget tht for a while? of course you can't run away forever. it's here whether you like it or not. sure, it takes time. take all the time in the world then. if it makes you happy. and you can be really whiny when you want to huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall keep you entertained till i doze off infront of my screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4279950945729392698?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4279950945729392698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4279950945729392698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4279950945729392698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4279950945729392698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2142880866207609259</id><published>2009-11-27T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:57:55.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA KAMBING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those celebrating,do enjoy this day. and to all those kambing, please don't run away from your fate. you'll get slaughtered inevitably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to umairah, please stop being emotional later when you see the kambings on tv getting slaughtered. no need to cry okay! they're fated to die.=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha..okay i sound a bit lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, will be having our annual family dinner at malaysia. yes i know 09A1 will want to kill me for always going malaysia. lol..kill lor!!!!! i kick you~lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2142880866207609259?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2142880866207609259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2142880866207609259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2142880866207609259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2142880866207609259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/selamat-hari-raya-kambing-to-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4984367597643488995</id><published>2009-11-26T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:07:51.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>burnburnburnburnburnburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoots. that song is stuck in my head. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raudah is a life saver. I LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP BABYYYY!!=)for this, i shall stop teasing you for a month and will not laugh at your stupid (okay sorry but i cant resist =P) baby doll. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why isnt it raining. brrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4984367597643488995?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4984367597643488995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4984367597643488995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4984367597643488995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4984367597643488995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/burnburnburnburnburnburn.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2535657204799297334</id><published>2009-11-26T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:29:46.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the exam wasn't as bad as what i expected.=) it was quite manageable actually. movie date with ah neh and ah xiao had to be cancelled due to some reason. so sorry ah neh! i'll make it up to you on saturday!we'll have fun then i assure you=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sososososososo relieved right now! back to reading for now!=) heavennn~ and i need to clean my room.it's so cluttered with papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2535657204799297334?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2535657204799297334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2535657204799297334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2535657204799297334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2535657204799297334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-exam-wasnt-as-bad-as-how-i-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8584640944529493374</id><published>2009-11-24T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:41:17.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who says we can't have fun under pressure? and to prove that, while doing our report which we have to submit by tomorrow, we even managed to squeeze in gossiping time. hahahaha...tell me if we're not efficient enough. i know those kaypoh achi-s would want to know what i'm blogging about. so here it goes just for the 3 of you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL..dis is as bad as jihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...:::نشيدةالميرة:::...watching CSI:Miami says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so....like u saed...its a drama coming to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha. later gt jihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the worst has happen..i tot jihan the show was bad enuf and not its Jihan LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;syafiqah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pause! muz i rephrase all tis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den all de mak tiri,adik tiri,anak saudare,all of dat shiatz come in&lt;br /&gt;rephrase wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;syafiqah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;erm..try to change abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;alamak table!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yeahh jihan to the max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everytime table ruins de atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha. ok abit only&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah. i say pause alr wat&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;back to our jian&lt;br /&gt;jihan&lt;br /&gt;can become singapore version siol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we should make a utube show bout dis&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinetron of The Year goes to...Jihan LIVE in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahaha..maybe we should kill off the bitch of the show&lt;br /&gt;whats the name ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wat name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the bitch of jihan&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;syafiqah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i THINK im done&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...:::نشيدةالميرة:::...watching CSI:Miami says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;omg!!&lt;br /&gt;ANTI CLIMAX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;syafiqah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;i noe u will say tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;leave syafiqah alone&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...:::نشيدةالميرة:::...watching CSI:Miami says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syafiqah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no wait..its entertainin&lt;br /&gt;so be my guest&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm not syafiqah,so y shuld i be bothered&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...:::نشيدةالميرة:::...watching CSI:Miami says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...:::نشيدةالميرة:::...watching CSI:Miami says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;whats so entertaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lOvELoVEsM0reS--shaRIfah-:-:-:-: says&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; dinggy ding ding dong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disturbin table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...:::نشيدةالميرة:::...watching CSI:Miami says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;naqeah bz blogging uhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NAQEAH says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...:::نشيدةالميرة:::...watching CSI:Miami says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is always an entertainment&lt;/span&gt; &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;yeahh as you can see, table is doing her part diligently while the 3 of us are busy with our convo. =\ lol.okay i shall stop laughing or my dad will scream again for me to keep quiet. okay that's kinda sad i know =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8584640944529493374?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8584640944529493374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8584640944529493374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8584640944529493374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8584640944529493374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-says-we-cant-have-fun-under.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1236654334956386983</id><published>2009-11-24T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:41:11.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first and foremost, i wanna thank god for creating syafiqah aka table! she has been my supplier of notes for tomorrow's test. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if i do pass, i'll just bang my head on the wall.=\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha...okay obviously that was a bit dramatic. gosh i miss so many people! especially my dearest bob. need to meet them up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tomorrow, i'm  a FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PERSON YAW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah,i'm just counting down to it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1236654334956386983?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1236654334956386983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1236654334956386983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1236654334956386983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1236654334956386983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-and-foremost-i-wanna-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-276577648484814874</id><published>2009-11-23T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:45:41.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my dearest dearest hh, please don't feel so down anymore. okay..i know i'm in no position to tell you that but i think it is the best if you take what's happening now in your stride. maybe all the things that you're going through is just part and parcel of growing up? all these will make you stronger as an individual. this i'm pretty sure=) it's irks me to know that he's being the cause of your sufferings in school and during cca time. just block him off your vision cos' i know you're that strong to do so. and being weak over him is not worth it i swear. you're so much better than this. please be strong!=) and cheer up okay!&lt;br /&gt;and if you think that you're troubling me with your problems, don't worry cos' you're not. you've been there for me too so now it's my turn! and it's definitely not crap my dear.=)&lt;br /&gt;if it helps, we can both laugh together over this one day when you're really okay. and we can even make this as a joke of the century.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-276577648484814874?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/276577648484814874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=276577648484814874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/276577648484814874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/276577648484814874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-my-dearest-dearest-hh-please-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2909813632771730157</id><published>2009-11-23T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:25:46.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's meeting was quite productive as compared to yesterday's. and as said by xy, we're left with the heart to be completed tomorrow. other than that, i don't think there's much complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly sorry to those who texted me since morning cos' i've yet to reply to any. will do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i nearly died after hearing the confirmation. omg. someone just kill me. hahahaha..so drama i know. oh well..i just hope that i won't have to go through the drama like last year again or not i swear i'm gonna burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diediediedie.how do you cram all the info into your head within 2 days? i think i'm gonna use humz method.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2909813632771730157?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2909813632771730157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2909813632771730157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2909813632771730157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2909813632771730157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-meeting-was-quite-productive-as.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8964346715337479104</id><published>2009-11-22T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:31:41.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to burning the midnight's oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have yet to study ( let alone memorise the scientific names) for wed. tell me if i'm digging myself a grave or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna bang my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not. else i would have problems remembering stuffs. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world, good morning bravo!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8964346715337479104?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8964346715337479104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8964346715337479104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8964346715337479104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8964346715337479104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-burning-midnights-oil.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-6916091006466327234</id><published>2009-11-20T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:26:38.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weather's kinda nice right now. =)&lt;br /&gt;time to get ready to meet the aliens. but first stop is to meet besties and off for our movie date!&lt;br /&gt;i so can't wait to meet up with my darlings. after such a long time! alot of catching up to do. and i've yet to bathe. urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home from a fun filled day with the darlings! =) after much consideration the three of us decided to watch paranormal activity. holy mother of cow. i nearly died in the theather as it was effing cold and parts of it was kinda boring. but there were certain parts which shocked me. the funniest part was when we laughed at a scene which wasn't even scary to begin with. =\ i guess it's not that bad afterall. and thriller wise, it's okay-ish cos' i didn't jump out of my seat or anything. and yes the ending was kinda freakkkkyyyyy. and dearest ira cringed and closed her eyes. hahahaha...that's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with fee,phan ching,lydia and allan after that for dinner. i guess they never change. topic of conversation was filled with memories.silly ones to be precise. and how silly we were when we were in lower sec and how pissed we got for silly things. definitely a sweet evening spent with them.=) and we so so need to fulfill pc's wish which is to catch a movie together sometime soon. this time, i'll plan.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead for now! have yet to revise for next week's exam. and also i've not touched on any of the report's materials. someone please kick me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-6916091006466327234?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/6916091006466327234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=6916091006466327234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6916091006466327234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6916091006466327234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/weathers-kinda-nice-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4952661223301602155</id><published>2009-11-17T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:56:02.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who are we? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are the life force power of the universe with manual to exteriority and two cognitive minds.and we have the power to choose moment by moment, who we want to be and how we want to be in this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; you choose? which &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; you choose?and &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;those are the very words said by a neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor about her experience with stroke and how she managed to do a study of her real-life experience and is able to share with the world about what it is like having to go through the slip through of the brain functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was deeply inspired to learn more and Dr.Jill is without any doubt one of the best speakers for her ability to connect to the audience and for her ability to lure us into wanting to know more about the field of study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aforementioned is some food for thought anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4952661223301602155?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4952661223301602155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4952661223301602155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4952661223301602155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4952661223301602155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-are-we-we-are-life-force-power-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4736913879842581064</id><published>2009-11-17T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:58:53.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm seriously drained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4736913879842581064?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4736913879842581064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4736913879842581064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4736913879842581064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4736913879842581064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-seriously-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1799267106724050655</id><published>2009-11-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:04:08.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came late for school today. it's quite annoying how much we missed yet i don't feel remorseful at all. i've got to learn to be punctual and start paying my fullest attention. no doubt Ian's nice but i can't take advantage of his kindness. oh well, tomorrow's another day. =)&lt;br /&gt;lunch was unbearably longer as usual and we spent time in Mac's taking our own sweet time. if only my life is this slow-paced then i would be the happiest human on earth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;raudah came down all the way from bishan just to ask for school's authorization for some documents. damn loser i swear =P omg. it's been a really long time since i met up with the classmates.kinda miss them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with besties!=) finally fee opened up about the incident and it's kinda annoying how guys can be so egocentric yet still denying that they are acting like one bitch. goodness. oh well, it's over anyway so i shall just let it go. and i feel so uplifted after seeing them. i don't know why but each time after seeing besties i would feel so light and freaking happy. it's like i can be as crazy and carefree as i want when i'm with them. and we don't have to talk but just look at each other to know what each of us are thinking. that is how connected we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1799267106724050655?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1799267106724050655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1799267106724050655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1799267106724050655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1799267106724050655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/came-late-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5595295078116160614</id><published>2009-11-15T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:20:48.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time for a change. been working hard on the psychology assignment the whole week. and i'm finally done! hope i could get a good score on it. all i want to do now is to just keep my focus and aim high. there's no more room for complacency and hard work is what i'm aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aim.work.fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss using that as a motivational tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5595295078116160614?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5595295078116160614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5595295078116160614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5595295078116160614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5595295078116160614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-for-change.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5661878205387895401</id><published>2009-11-13T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:28:04.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time and again i'm quite good at disappointing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/09; 21 nov 2008, it'll be a year to be exact since the last contact for the day which i've waited for throughout my entire sec sch life. and being able to be part of the family was really something that i wanted the most last year. i've grown to appreciate my seniors more and what i went through sort of made me think that being a leader was not an easy thing afterall. and when the camp day came, i wasnt able to make it. disappoinment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i progressed on the new year of 2009, i tried my very best to forget rc.but i cant. it's just a part of me. maybe because my social circle is made up of rc friends that is why it's kinda hard to forget my roots.just being able to contribute is something which i've been wanting to do eversince my junior years. no matter how hard i tell myself to focus on my academic and move on, i cant seem to do so. i've always told myself to look forward to november for the day which i had anticipated for in such a long time. true enough i'm going to join again. and repeat the whole process but is it what i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad have been such a great bestfriend all along this difficult phase of my life. she has been the one who kept telling me that she'll be there for me during the camp and will help me along the way if i needed any guidance. and i'm really thankful for all those encouraging words. faezzah and cheewei have been really great batchmates as well. f is always there when i needed her. we've been super tight since sec sch although we're senior and junior, there's like a bond created which is beyond words. and wei has been and will always be the greatest squadmate that i could ever asked for. he even joined vip for my sake last year and i had to pull our due to family commitments and instead of being angry, he's quite supportive all along. he even encourage me to make the right choice and even volunteered to help me for the camp process. im really touched to have him as a squaddie and a shoulder to cry on. i know its not easy for him to join vip and its really touching to know that he really stood by me no matter what. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared that i might disappoint them again. or worse still myself. i dont know how to pick myself up again if last yr's incident happen again. i hope im strong enough to overcome all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study wise i'm quite disappointed with myself for underperforming. i know i am so much better than that. it's just that i feel empty and i dont feel as excited as i felt when i picked the combi when i was in sec 3. i seriously think i need to sit down and reflect. maybe satisfying my own needs is what i truly want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i feel like giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5661878205387895401?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5661878205387895401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5661878205387895401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5661878205387895401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5661878205387895401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-and-again-im-quite-good-at.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2982956071428031251</id><published>2009-11-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:17:41.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to pick myself up. i need to be strong. i can have all the fucked up moments in life but ultimately, it all depends on how i get myself together.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm in a really fucked up state. i feel like screaming but i just don't have the energy to even bother. why even bother? it was a mistake and it just proves to be one.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not like the others. i just hate myself for being so fucking weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in times like this do i have the strong fucking urge to simply light a puff.drown the sorrows away. away from all these shit. i'm not going to be that stupid ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2982956071428031251?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2982956071428031251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2982956071428031251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2982956071428031251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2982956071428031251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-pick-myself-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-6455340425449496002</id><published>2009-11-10T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:47:28.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) 2 down! 4 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; take a bus from cck to tampines. it's effing long. i've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you ever stop to breathe and think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-6455340425449496002?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/6455340425449496002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=6455340425449496002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6455340425449496002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6455340425449496002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-down-4-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5003074831105272556</id><published>2009-11-09T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:57:54.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally my phone is back to it's original language! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough there's truckloads of memorizing to be done, i'm quite satisfied with myself for god knows what reason(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pump my tires! and this reminds me of the esso incident...holy mother of cows. never would i set foot on that ground.EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5003074831105272556?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5003074831105272556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5003074831105272556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5003074831105272556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5003074831105272556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-my-phone-is-back-to-its.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-179715693439463858</id><published>2009-11-08T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:49:42.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i am the most dumbest human being on earth! was watching tv when my itchy fingers simply had to wander around at my phone and without realizing, my phone language is in chinese. holy mother of cows. how dumb can a dumb get?! urghhhh. and i don't understand anything. omg omg. i'm freaking out now. hopefully i can get someone to help me. like finally do i have the urge to change my freaking phone. so i'll be on a phone hunt from now onwards ; 8:48PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-179715693439463858?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/179715693439463858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=179715693439463858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/179715693439463858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/179715693439463858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-805241117784218814</id><published>2009-11-06T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:57:16.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been spending too much time in my room. i need to get out of my house and stop being a spoilt brat. thus the to do list! so far i've read 2 books within 2 days and i'm planning to read more.and yes, my sleeping hours have been screwed up yet again after promos with all the things that i've spoilt myself with. late-nightouts and whatevernots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friends, i'm ready to get out of my house. but please not when i'm reading. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house's empty now. so more time to sleep in peace. seriously, i need to start doing something constructive during the long break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-805241117784218814?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/805241117784218814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=805241117784218814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/805241117784218814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/805241117784218814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-spending-too-much-time-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8699479089374411064</id><published>2009-11-06T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:53:51.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>09A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking when i first entered the class, i was extremely anti-social with all of you guys. i didn't even want to speak much until the second week of school when reality sinked in that i'd be stuck with you guys throughout my pre-u years. so i made the effort to talk. and the first friend that i really talked to was mythili asking her her name and i didn't know she was as crazy and as noisy as she is now. =\ time changes people! like really man. lol. and i still remember the times i told ramo how uncomfortable i was to mix around and she was the only closest friend/ ogmate that i really know at that point in time. of course all these happened in march if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the months progressed, i've gotten closer to more and more classmates like raudah and thar for instance. we even skipped lessons together and managed to get caught in the process. the first ever detention that i served with them was when we skipped econs and it was pretty dumb of us cos' we knew we would get caught but we still did it. lol...and the raj really made us pay by reminding us week in and week out of our behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from those 2, i've also gotten closer with marleenah,aryani (EAT YOUR EYES OUT BITCH!HAHAHAHA),iqah,mythili,balqis,fazi and the list goes on. so to say i'm quite close to almost all of the classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable part which i would remember the most would be the p.e. detention that i've gotten myself into. as a consequence of us skipping p.e. we have to walk around 3rd level in circles for 1 period. lol..and that's really retarded. oh well, i did it with my lovely classmates and that's kinda cool knowing that you have your friends to fall back on and laugh with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew that within 10 months all of us would be tight as if we've known each other for so long? seriously, i had my doubts about that in the first week of school. thankfully all that changed as i've gotten closer to the class. eventhough we may not have agreed with one another on certain things, screamed at each other in anger or did anything to annoy one another, by the end of the day, we know that we'd always be there for one another if anyone needs a helping hand. and that is what makes the class special. no regrets whatsoever in being a part of 09A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a female-dominated class, it's hard not to bitch,gossip,annoy or sometimes hate( but for a short period of time) with one another. then again, with all our imperfections,this is what that makes the class unique and truly A1. From the bottom of my heart, i love you guys in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys on the 17th. and i'm looking forward to spending the rest of my pre-u years with each and every one of you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8699479089374411064?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8699479089374411064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8699479089374411064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8699479089374411064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8699479089374411064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/09a1-honestly-speaking-when-i-first.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1537496936760000641</id><published>2009-11-04T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:51:32.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can learn to appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."-&lt;/span&gt;marilyn monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing what i love most; reading. after such a long time of not touching any books apart from the lit texts.thanks again shamini for lending me your book! =) i can't wait to meet up with fad. and hopefully new friends. 2 more weeks to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1537496936760000641?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1537496936760000641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1537496936760000641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1537496936760000641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1537496936760000641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-believe-that-everything-happens-for.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-3952951996147224353</id><published>2009-11-01T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:12:48.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>admist all these drama, ive forgotten one very important thing. you're a human. and with feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of all these. told myself never to be fooled with words ever again. you're entitled to be sad cos' if i were you, i would be sad too.no more of all this shit. i know i'm so much better than this. and i mean it when i say i want to redeem myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-3952951996147224353?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/3952951996147224353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=3952951996147224353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3952951996147224353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3952951996147224353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/admist-all-these-drama-ive-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8396255857351156010</id><published>2009-10-31T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:45:36.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met up with faezzah after school yesterday. after like nearly a year of not catching up, we finally did. =) walked here there and everywhere. accompanied f to shop and coincidentally met up with fad! omg. i miss her truckloads. can't wait to see you in the next 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to year 2 and i swear i'm going to work my ass off. no more slackings,skipping of classes,lazying around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you think that there's no light at the end of the tunnel, think again my dear friend. you've always been an inspiration. so, chins up. you're definitely not alone. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8396255857351156010?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8396255857351156010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8396255857351156010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8396255857351156010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8396255857351156010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/met-up-with-faezzah-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-3381996523271828970</id><published>2009-10-23T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:52:58.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched movie with fazi,martha and balqis. we were rushing like mad cows for the earliest show possible and even went to the extent of running around and when we went up to order the tickets, the aunty told us that the earliest show wasn't the one which we had anticipated. whoah man right on the spot we laughed. we laughed as if we own the whole shopping complex and also due to the fact that we were drenched  in our own perspiration just to catch a movie. that is what you call a die-hard fan. =P so we ordered our tickets and the aunty was so fierce asking if we were legal enough and whatever crap. before we turned away from her she surprised us with 'okay thank you.LURVEEE YAAA!' and again we laughed like morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our lunch before we watch the movie since we were hungry and i swear fazi eat damn fast.=\ the four of us practically own the whole cinema and we did make good use of this opportunity cos' we kept screaming. gotta admit that i can go deaf sitting next to martha and balqis was cute. she covered her face throughout the gory scenes and kept asking if it's over yet. lol...overall the movie was worth the money. as soon as we got out of the cinema we were trembling with fear. yes, for the first time i got so scared and even decided to go home straight. =\ kinda lame but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep and dad woke me up asking if i wanted to follow to fetch mummy.followed them and had supper.  i swear i hate masalah tea now. my stomach felt like it was on a roller coaster and i whined alot and mummy finally gave in to me buying milo as i can't finish the tea. NEVER TRY THAT DAMN TEA IF YOU TREASURE YOUR LIFE MAN!=\ hahahahah..so drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-3381996523271828970?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/3381996523271828970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=3381996523271828970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3381996523271828970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3381996523271828970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/watched-movie-with-fazimartha-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-6257120194531145029</id><published>2009-10-22T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:01:38.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. fuck the system. everything. i just hate it when i have no directions to show me where i'm going. and today's really a demoralizing day. it sets me thinking if my choices were the right ones or if i screwed up big time. like everything's possible yet impossible at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy mother of cows. don't you just hate it when there's a lot of things happening at the same time and you're made to choose. and when it concerns those who are very dear to you,how do you make the choice? often times you would go with the crowd despite knowing that you actually don't want to due to personal reasons. what if the ones that you knew aren't exactly like who they are inside and how do you draw the line then? it's tough. no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i did anything wrong towards you consciously or subconsciously. it's hard to explain here but i think you should know the things that has been going on and all those fill in between stuffs. yknow knowing a person personally is different from knowing him/her in a group level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful that my besties have been very supportive despite everything which have happened. they're always there when i needed them. and i want them to know that i'm always here for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-6257120194531145029?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/6257120194531145029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=6257120194531145029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6257120194531145029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/6257120194531145029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg_21.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-89005428425386477</id><published>2009-10-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:23:54.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so amy brought jee and moon over for a sleepover. mus is completely ecstatic for tomorrow's trip. i guess being around my cousins is the coolest thing for now. mini owe me big time and we're finally going out tomorrow. hope nothing's going to get in the way. yesterday's diwali was quite fun cos' i discovered new words and talked to faraway cousins whom i swear i've forgotten them. hahahaha...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's screaming to ask me watch incredible tales with moon since he's scared. so ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. thanks for the comfort. i know i suck at replying texts but you've been really patient and i'm grateful for that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-89005428425386477?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/89005428425386477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=89005428425386477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/89005428425386477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/89005428425386477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-amy-brought-jee-and-moon-over.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2334373924388524684</id><published>2009-10-14T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:24:07.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the whole day watching movies. and i'm officially hating my living room now. the tv suckszxz man! gonna get it fixed real soon. and my laptop suckzxz too. gonna get it fixed tomorrow. im missing school suddenly.=\ oh well,thats kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of posting ramo the 'thing' through her mail. ahahaha...imagine her mum's look when she opens the package. lol. =P ramo if you're reading this, hurry take this sinful thing! i'm living in guilt each and every day now. and i need to replenish my stock! i've watched everything and im getting bored now. im so heading over your place tmrw to exchange some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2334373924388524684?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2334373924388524684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2334373924388524684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2334373924388524684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2334373924388524684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/spent-whole-day-watching-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1257531866858480768</id><published>2009-10-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:14:59.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>accompanied parents to settle the graves thingy. woke up in the morning super whiny and whined alot in the car. mus was being such a darling as to calm me down when we were screaming away. made a new friend with the grave digger. talked to him for an hour asking him about his life,work, occupation, the pay and practically everything. fine, i know i'm super kaypoh but when you're all alone, you would want to talk to someone,right? =P so we talked and being a grave digger is not an easy task. so please appreciate them! and what they earned is nothing okay so please stop giving them attitude. mum came half way to accompany me for a while and she totally freaked out before the uncle could even show us the remnants of the deceased. so it was just me witnessing it while she went away to look for my dad. i had an amazing experience of looking at the bones and skull.yeah, it's a once in a lifetime experience and i even touched it. =\ of course while kaypoh-ing around i did say some prayers to the graves near me. witnessed 2 skeletons being removed from their resting place and i swear it's not as scary as it sounds. mus cried and ran away. and it's funny cos he was standing right infront and when he saw the skull, he just ran away. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet raudah but then found out she was going to the grave too and she was just opposite the new grave site. got exhausted from all the excitment and i was dozing off in the car when mum asked me to witness the burial. i got all whiny again and even had a small argument. and dad even bribed me in going saying that i can go where ever i want to if i followed them. so being a good daughter, i did as told and i got what i wanted. after sending relatives, met bestie to watch 500 days of summer. omg, i swear i can just die on the spot. it was effing boring to the max and it's so dry. we kept talking throughout and even laughed at some scenes that's worth laughing at. that was how bored and unentertained i was. but it wasn't that bad lah. must give some credit cos raudah loves the movie. went home straight cos i realized that i looked freaking disgusting and needed to bathe badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we parted, we managed to drop by bob's workplace! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally met up with my besties and what a great day to end. and shucks lah i totally forgot to bring my wallet today. if i brought it along, could have watched a better movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1257531866858480768?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1257531866858480768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1257531866858480768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1257531866858480768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1257531866858480768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/accompanied-parents-to-settle-graves.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2057190888687477081</id><published>2009-10-12T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:23:11.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had an impromptu outing to malaysia with dear kutti(s). i'm going to list down the funny moments which i think is worth sharing with the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. our crazy spree on cds which costs like 200 bucks initially then patty was like 'it's not funny' to the man and it turned out he wasnt lying. and we laughed on the spot realizing our silliness. so we toned down to 100 bucks. totally worth it and ramo simply have to buy that ohmygoodness cd. im hiding it under my mattresses okay! if anyone finds out they'll laugh their ass off i swear. so ramo, please get this effing cd asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the effing awesome mask!!! i wore it almost everywhere and managed to scare patty's maids,the apek who brought us to patty's, patty's sister and some people at friday's =) im so loving the freaking cheapo mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the effing swing in patty's garden freakingly broke nahh! shit i sound like myth i swear. hahahaha...we were camwhoring when suddenly the swing broke. and myth's butt got stuck hahahahaha...and her camera flung when we were thrown aback. ahahahhaa..freaking funny i tell you. should have seen our faces. myth's was holding on to my hands and we were screaming like babies. omg. effing classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. got chased by a security guard cos we took a picture in one of the windows. he was like "ada kad?"(do you have a card?) then we were freaking clueless as to what he was saying and we laughed at him. it was kinda funny the way he chased us and we were happily walking around not realising that we were being followed=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the freaking awesome dinner at friday's. it sums up our day. and we had so much fun laughing and goofing around.and i wore the mask again. i swear i'm so addicted to the mask now. took a video which i totally looked retarded as always. =\ spent around 200 bucks on the food and i swear it's freaking alot of good food! yeahh...the music was nice too i swear.  and we didn't get chased out or anything cos i swear we were effing noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. went around with ramo and her mum and aashi's mum to little india at night. walked here and there and i swear the place was effing crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. took a cab,home sweet home! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called raudah and we talked over the phone discussing how our day went. glad to know you had a great day! don't think too much kayyy! im always here if you want me kay baby. mii lurbz euu horzz. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit im kinda high and bloated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. im totally taking back whatever i said yesterday. today is the most awesomest day. and it ended with a phonecall to my bestfriend. =) so yeahh...tomorrow will be better. hopefully =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2057190888687477081?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2057190888687477081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2057190888687477081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2057190888687477081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2057190888687477081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-impromptu-outing-to-malaysia-with.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1083895204724147925</id><published>2009-10-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:55:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.i can just roll flat and die. it's so boringggggggggggg. and ive never feel this bored ever! now im looking forward to school. post-promos will kill me i swear!!!!!!!! hahahhaa..so drama. and ive been sleeping the whole day. to make things better,i should have gone to the kendarat with bestie lahhh...at least i wont be this bored. god i feel like  sdfvhiirfgbu9fadsjdcbgbvua vc. back to sleep again. and to make it sound more depressing, ive been in my pjs the whole day.sucha lazy sunday i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1083895204724147925?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1083895204724147925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1083895204724147925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1083895204724147925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1083895204724147925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8285752698483530663</id><published>2009-09-27T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:56:24.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>re-reading wuthering heights in hope of understanding the text better and also to get connected to the characters too. fine, i know i've no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may you not rest, as long as i am living. you said i killed you-haunt me,then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8285752698483530663?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8285752698483530663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8285752698483530663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8285752698483530663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8285752698483530663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-reading-wuthering-heights-in-hope-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7284399435776650700</id><published>2009-09-26T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:49:28.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'eh your makcik havent go home yet ah?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' havent ah'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'what they doing sia? talk cock ah?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'yeah talk cock ah, their mouths like cock what'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-speechless-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so my day was spent 'talking cock'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps. ya allah ya tuhanku,kau selamatkan lah aku dari gengaman api neraka kerana telah banyak berdosa pada orang lain.sesungguhnya aku belajar semua ini daripada LEEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pps.as i was typing this down with a very serene composure, someone had to BURP infront of my face. freaking loudly. thanks ah leen. thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7284399435776650700?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7284399435776650700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7284399435776650700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7284399435776650700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7284399435776650700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-your-makcik-havent-go-home-yet-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1378243301107258341</id><published>2009-09-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T04:27:35.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alt Ctrl Delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe what you guys said is true.all along i've been egoistic in showing people my feelings. sometimes it helps and sometimes i think i need to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know that whenever i look at you i feel so angry and the urge to shout just comes naturally.maybe all these have to stop. i'm sorry for all the times i made you cry with my stupid behaviour. i'm sorry that i can't relate to you like how the others did. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm very sorry ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1378243301107258341?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1378243301107258341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1378243301107258341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1378243301107258341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1378243301107258341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/alt-ctrl-delete.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7889794322152470733</id><published>2009-09-22T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:34:15.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in times like this do you know who your real friends are. thanks for all the care and concern. i love you guys eventhough i may not have said it out loud. i need time thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7889794322152470733?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7889794322152470733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7889794322152470733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7889794322152470733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7889794322152470733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-times-like-this-do-you-know-who-your.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8295160277528060733</id><published>2009-09-21T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:01:16.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got a new maid today (: she's super helpful. she even accompanied me to the washroom and even went to the extend of wetting tissue papers for me. i'm quite touched with her gestures. and she even helped me in hailing a cab so that i can go home in one piece. and for all those kind gestures, thank you, ah ma. i lurbz euu deep deep horz. must must cheer up kay! don't be so sad anymore. i'm here if you need a listening ear and if they're fighting again, call me or text me anytime okay(: and thanks to you i'm never taking a cab from that taxi stand ever =\ super malu please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.ang xiao li aka ah xiao. we need to go home together one day. alot alot alot to talk about. i know you're dying to go home with me so anytime from next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8295160277528060733?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8295160277528060733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8295160277528060733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8295160277528060733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8295160277528060733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/got-new-maid-today-shes-super-helpful.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-553770600704014851</id><published>2009-09-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:24:36.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14 more days to gp and mt. everything's happening at the speed of lightning. we need to stop time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-553770600704014851?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/553770600704014851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=553770600704014851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/553770600704014851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/553770600704014851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/14-more-days-to-gp-and-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4011316666045466840</id><published>2009-09-15T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:22:57.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to fathin, now my head's filled with raya songs. =\tsk! who would have guessed that by spending 2 periods with her i could actually get influenced. hahahaha...oh well. can't wait for the holiday. today's such a dragggggyyyyyy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need waffle crisp to make me high. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to do 8b for maths and my mind just went blank.oh god, i feel like banging my head on the wall. okay i'm so gonna eat waffle crisp after posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i love mdm sham's lit cos shes very entertaining and she managed to get us all high when she did a sudden impersonation of 'MOURRRRRNIIINGGGG' of the aeroplane. it was kinda scary at first but she repeated it like thrice and we all laughed our buttocks off. mdm cho's lit is very graphic and can make mythili super horny. so the conclusion is that in both the respective lit, we did enjoy ourselves. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4011316666045466840?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4011316666045466840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4011316666045466840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4011316666045466840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4011316666045466840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-to-fathin-cos-now-my-heads.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4200819158754974362</id><published>2009-09-12T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:05:41.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when monday kicks in, all these highness over everything will slowly fade. then reality kicks in and i'm always here to listen if you need a friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i'm utterly deprived of sleep. need to start sleeping like normal. seems like everyone's having their afternoon nap right now and i'm wide awake. oh gosh...need to sleep.*chants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow, the year's really coming to an end soon. 3 more months to the end of the year. and i can't wait to rejoin again. fad, i bet you're like nodding and shaking your head right  now =P for now, just gotta keep on moving and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. school's gonna start on monday. can we have a longer break? doesn't even feel like a break at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4200819158754974362?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4200819158754974362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4200819158754974362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4200819158754974362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4200819158754974362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-monday-kicks-in-all-these-highness.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-7720095805837584011</id><published>2009-09-11T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:46:50.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpfD_KqlFvU/SqqK5kJ0aUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zqr2Gz7rIZU/s1600-h/11092009_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpfD_KqlFvU/SqqK5kJ0aUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zqr2Gz7rIZU/s400/11092009_026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380265426409515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpfD_KqlFvU/SqqK4yJ_NrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z5NNYz1cm08/s1600-h/11092009_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpfD_KqlFvU/SqqK4yJ_NrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Z5NNYz1cm08/s400/11092009_033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380265412988450482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpfD_KqlFvU/SqqK4ksp0PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2ri7BnMgiGw/s1600-h/11092009_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpfD_KqlFvU/SqqK4ksp0PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2ri7BnMgiGw/s400/11092009_014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380265409375752434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the day was well-spent with parents and the younger ones. mus has always been the heart of the family and he's also the only one who's able to cheer us up when we have a rough day. going home and seeing his bubbly face would no doubt cheer us up each and every time. it's hard to hate him eventhough he's very playful and very mischievous. i love my youngest brother to bits and pieces and he just know all the methods to annoy me and then his smile and cheeky laughter would brighten the mood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't grow up so fast okay,little brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-7720095805837584011?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/7720095805837584011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=7720095805837584011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7720095805837584011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/7720095805837584011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-day-was-well-spent-with-parents-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpfD_KqlFvU/SqqK5kJ0aUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zqr2Gz7rIZU/s72-c/11092009_026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8114882502257618978</id><published>2009-09-11T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:33:19.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>note to self:&lt;br /&gt;1.never to try to speak in minah language cos it's effing funny especially when i have a convo with leen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if bored,restrain self from prankcalling people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.get away from myths( library convo was effing funny to the max i swear)now she probably thinks im this weirdo person. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.never,NEVER tell lynnie anything embarassing cos she'll publish whatever you say on the world wide web.she'll keep harassing you about it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.get all the numbers out of head. so can store more facts in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.get my phone FIXED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.stop eating waffle crisp cos i'll get super high and leen and lynnie know what will happen when i'm high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8114882502257618978?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8114882502257618978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8114882502257618978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8114882502257618978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8114882502257618978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/note-to-self-1.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-3058035655075531208</id><published>2009-09-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:39:01.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mieza, it's okay lah babe. i've no hard feelings whatsoever.i know you didn't mean to bail out on imah and i the other day. just relax okay... we're still friends if you're thinking i'm mad at you.yes, you've changed my friend. to be honest, the old mieza that i once knew was so loud and wouldn't mind airing her views to the world. but eversince the other night when we crashed over at your place, you seemed to be more reserved and kept quiet throughout and it's kind of disturbing to note that.there's no doubt something which was troubling you or in your mind at that point in time. i'm sorry if you think we've drifted but the fact is we have indeed drifted apart. and it's even more sad to see that we seldom contact and you're not the only one who have changed for the past 2 years. i guess each and everyone of us have changed whether we've noticed it or not. change is a constant thing which is inevitably hard to avoid,i guess.yes i do agree that it's partly my fault cos' i don't contact you that often like i used to in the past.honestly, im sorry for the imperfections that i have and i'll try my best to make it up to you for the times which we've lost for the past 2 years okay. &lt;br /&gt;and if school's been a total bitch to you, cheer up kay. friendship wise, we'll work this out i promise. i don't want our friendship to just go to waste. you're a great friend,mieza. you need to be like your old self again okay...cos i miss the old you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again,i'm sorry if i've not been the greatest friend when you needed one. i will try my best to spend more time with you okay. cheer up kay burger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-3058035655075531208?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/3058035655075531208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=3058035655075531208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3058035655075531208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/3058035655075531208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/mieza-its-okay-lah-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2209797993075031148</id><published>2009-09-09T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:07:17.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive got a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince i mix around with leenah,ive noticed dramatic changes in me. she managed to teach me vulgarities and even encourage me to flaunt it with glamour. glam sial, siol jer leenah eh..perangai taik kucing sial. fulamak i dah naik pengz sial. nanti i bukak table kat corner mati siol semua manusia. alamak gua binget ah sia. dah tkmu banyak bunyi siol nanti wak burn marah siol panggil nenek keropok ah sia. &lt;br /&gt;dah ah pape picit sua. handphone boleh letak dalam jamban sudah ah sia...binget siak gini perangai taik kucing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2209797993075031148?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2209797993075031148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2209797993075031148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2209797993075031148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2209797993075031148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-confession-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8741786678977362227</id><published>2009-09-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:41:31.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Qull huwa Allah hu ahad,&lt;br /&gt;Allah hu samad,&lt;br /&gt;Lam yalid WA lam youlad,&lt;br /&gt;Wa lam yakoun lahu koufwan ahad'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that you have got at least 470 hasana's(Blessings) just for reading this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told leen something which i don't normally tell people.no idea why i told her. i guess it was just a spur of the moment.i feel sad all over again just when i think back about it... oh well. it was not meant to be i guess. i hate it when i'm sad. and whenever i'm sad i have the urge to listen to alleycats. aiyoh,damn loser i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.you just spoilt everything.kdjfbsdjfgburgsbuw.go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8741786678977362227?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8741786678977362227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8741786678977362227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8741786678977362227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8741786678977362227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/qull-huwa-allah-hu-ahad-allah-hu-samad.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8975362473532847527</id><published>2009-09-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:23:26.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back home! =)it sure sucks not having any access to the virtual world for the past 3 days.and my phone has died again. aiyoh...darn lazy to recharge it lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to school tmrw. gotta get out of house. it's killing me i swear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to whitesands to buy mummy's baking stuffs.i'm such a nice daughter i know =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8975362473532847527?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8975362473532847527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8975362473532847527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8975362473532847527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8975362473532847527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-home-it-sure-sucks-not-having.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-9096433017752366684</id><published>2009-09-05T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:08:02.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for once in a really long time i had the luxury to sleep comfortably with no disturbance whatsoever when suddenly mus had to spoil everything by jumping on the bed to wake me up. =\ such a nice brother i have ah.on top of it, he simply had to stuff the bean bag on my face just to wake me and then laughed as if nothing happened. oh god...i feel like killing him now. but he's too cute lah. oh well... as you can already see i'm quite whiny now cos im deprived of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to mossy's place later! =) soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy. havent been there in ages and i missed kiki or koko whatever the fish is called =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd's outing turned out to be just me and imah touring around geylang and it was really depressing.other besties couldn't make it last min and we still continued our trip despite being just the two of us.imah was sick too and we ended up going to miezy's place to slack. or rather watch tv and facebook-ing. whoah what a great way to spend your friday night right. hahahaha...oh well, we're too cool for any commotions i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i think i'll reply to the tags by next monday. no more procrastination.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-9096433017752366684?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/9096433017752366684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=9096433017752366684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9096433017752366684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/9096433017752366684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-once-in-really-long-time-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-8364188222994721239</id><published>2009-08-31T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:53:38.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to town with lala and irah after school. and i always thought i was the slowest in the group but it turned out that my theory was wrong all along. dearest irah got lost and it was the lamest ever. she got lost inside of city hall interchange. we had to hunt for her for half an hour and i guess we went up and down and that itchy butt can't stay still and ended up our search with finally finding her reflection near the lift lobby. hahahaha...i got such a sotong bestie i swear. =P after our delayed meet up for an hour we went to proceed to far east and that was when i bumped into fathin. walked around aimlessly and i swear i've got to keep quiet cos' whatever that i said today could be categorized as a total sin. i don't want to die in hell. lol.. we went to clarke quay with lala leading the way and nearly getting lost in the process but we had fun snapping pics and laughing our asses off at the stories that we shared with each other. sya called and we're finally meeting up next week after her work =) i guess september would be a good month for us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irah totally embarassed herself in the bus and it was the most funniest of all i could say. thank god we were alighting at that spot or i swear she would have died on the spot if we were on that bus any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. in fact it was much better as compared to last year's. oh well, happy teachers' day! ho ho ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-8364188222994721239?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/8364188222994721239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=8364188222994721239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8364188222994721239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/8364188222994721239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-to-town-with-lala-and-irah-after.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-1727877317739830931</id><published>2009-08-30T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:55:28.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been contemplating between blogging and not blogging. been quite busy these few days and the mood for blogging is slowly fading away. lol...but i'll try my best to update =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f called in the noon and we chat for a while over the phone. it's good to hear the good news and i'm really excited for the camp now! =) just hoping that i won't be in the same group as f or not it would be damn akward. other then the good news, today has been a pretty slacky day. slept through the afternoon away on bed due to the weather and i feel damn lazy to do anything. have to finish up the pile of assignments or i'll never get myself to doing anything. &lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty much the same with some changes here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh,i hate my brother and now it's official. he's such an asshole. i swear b(b is also for babi ah,moron!), you're the most annoying brother among the brothers. go suck eggs! and you cant scold me cos this is my blog and you're a loser. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.kyl, it was nice meeting up with you on friday even if it means the countless pinchings and your ever so annoying screamings. yeahh, i miss you and you're lucky cos i didnt pinch you back hor! we must meet up more and i know it's hard now but we can at least try to make sometime kay. you're my bob and even if you're being freaking annoying,you're still the best. =) dont get too egoistic kay after reading this or i smack you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-1727877317739830931?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/1727877317739830931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=1727877317739830931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1727877317739830931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/1727877317739830931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-contemplating-between-blogging-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-2571819744662352176</id><published>2009-08-19T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:04:55.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>using myth's laptop in the comfort of my house. that bloody loser was effing sick during literature suddenly.so she went home and  trusted me with her life (apparently her laptop is =P)was supposed to head over her place to give her back her property but ended up with some last minute plans. had a conference with ramli and myth few minutes ago.both of them told me that they're not going to school as they're feeling feverish.now i'm contemplating on it. hmph...if i go i can drop by myth's place to give her lappy or if i don't have to meet her after mt oral on saturday. then again if i meet her on saturday i can make her suffer for 1 whole day with no laptop. hahahaha..okay i feel kinda evil right now.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i should totally stop lah. bestie told me it's not good to do what i did and i think i'm going to listen to her for once. :) and i should really shut my mouth lah...or not it'll end up to be like kappa's. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents are both out and if i stayed out a bit longer could have hitched a ride with them and probably have a free dinner. now there's no food at home and i have to use my freaking money to buy. urghhhhhhhh..loser lah i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.tomorrow is TGIF! so can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.have a speedy recovery raudah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-2571819744662352176?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/2571819744662352176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=2571819744662352176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2571819744662352176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/2571819744662352176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/08/using-myths-laptop-in-comfort-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-5992667474679175523</id><published>2009-08-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:22:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking back at the past, i kinda miss the good ol' days. those stress-free days in which we don't have to worry so much about things and taking things along our strides. but now, everything's totally different. it's either do or die. yeahh, it kinda suck but oh well, can't wait for the weekends. just the first day of school for the week and it feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments and projects are piling and it's getting a bit out of control. yeahh,i can do it if i focus. hahaha...okay whatever i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-5992667474679175523?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/5992667474679175523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=5992667474679175523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5992667474679175523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/5992667474679175523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-back-at-past-i-kinda-miss-good.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13128096231514205992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10343451.post-4855553039075596250</id><published>2009-08-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:20:06.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@ miezy's place right now. she's being a total weirdo by singing malay songs to the phone to whoever that she's singing.=\ i swear i have a weird friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10343451-4855553039075596250?l=badlyscarred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/feeds/4855553039075596250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10343451&amp;postID=4855553039075596250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4855553039075596250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10343451/posts/default/4855553039075596250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badlyscarred.blogspot.com/2009/08/miezys-place-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NAQEAH! 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