<?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-8961072</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:03:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stories of a grrl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116930050340536004</id><published>2007-01-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:41:43.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesomity</title><content type='html'>today is interesting. a trip to tm with dearest sis&lt;br /&gt;and we saw &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of people. started with khairul,&lt;br /&gt;and i looked real uhmm dumb. okaay, then went&lt;br /&gt;library to return and borrow books. and so,&lt;br /&gt;liyana, sis friend saw us. but we didnt see her.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, went on to take the train to tm and i saw&lt;br /&gt;roszian maam plus liana3N. okaaaay. then i saw&lt;br /&gt;my relative. was like so shocked la. was too stressed&lt;br /&gt;seeing so many people that i didnt notice him standing in&lt;br /&gt;front of us. haha. then after that, helmi saw me.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i think sis and me were looking at our reflection.&lt;br /&gt;and then sis saw hera&amp;shahidah.&lt;br /&gt;lol, then we saw syamimi and sis and they invited us&lt;br /&gt;to take neos with them, thanks for the treat.&lt;br /&gt;and i admit that i totally don't look good in neos.&lt;br /&gt;i looked totally disfigured in one of the photos-___-"&lt;br /&gt;no more neos for me man. digicam is love. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and it feels so wierd that we're gg out with each other&lt;br /&gt;with our sisters and even took neos.&lt;br /&gt;haha, they get along well when designing them. lol,&lt;br /&gt;quite funny. and the topic is none other than O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/259027/File0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/504377/File0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, we saw our cousins when we're at a very&lt;br /&gt;pathetic state. we looked like drunkards sitting&lt;br /&gt;in the Times store facing the glass window. it was&lt;br /&gt;so shocking that they appeared waving to us at the&lt;br /&gt;other side of the window. hahaa, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really one that sleeveless tee!&lt;br /&gt;eh the notebook is flashing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;roarr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a waste of three syllables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting day today-&lt;br /&gt;humyrah&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116930050340536004?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116930050340536004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116930050340536004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116930050340536004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116930050340536004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/awesomity.html' title='awesomity'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116921845770171728</id><published>2007-01-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:54:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running away</title><content type='html'>aaaah, shucks. im gonna cry over my Amath test&lt;br /&gt;i had in the morning. i forgot the formulas,&lt;br /&gt;and i went panicking, and nearly burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;i really do not want to fail my first test.&lt;br /&gt;sigghh, and to add on, i have like 3 tests next wk.&lt;br /&gt;Bio, E math and physics. and chem on the following&lt;br /&gt;friday. i nidda catch up during this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i sorta go released at like 1.30 after&lt;br /&gt;doing my punishment for that daaarn eng thing.&lt;br /&gt;recopied the whole thg and she wants the word&lt;br /&gt;'PENANCE' to be very big. ya okay. it was kinda&lt;br /&gt;fun? lol, we fooled around and had to help her&lt;br /&gt;mark everybody's worksheet. oh, and rach got&lt;br /&gt;screamed at because she said 'hvnt write' instead&lt;br /&gt;of hvnt written'. we were all shocked, as in those&lt;br /&gt;who were sitting at the sms area, den she quickly&lt;br /&gt;said 'hvnt written' and continued 'woah scary leh&lt;br /&gt;you' to mrs tang. that was funny la. everybody&lt;br /&gt;had a good laugh, including mrs tang herself.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's like rach saying that to a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;yaaa and i like swear, i wunt be late again.&lt;br /&gt;hurhh, cos it's really a waste of my time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and danny called me and was like who who who?&lt;br /&gt;i was like who what? i totally had no idea&lt;br /&gt;what he was talking about. at first i thought&lt;br /&gt;he was a female(no offence) and got the wrong no.&lt;br /&gt;but then, he told me he was dan so i was like ok.&lt;br /&gt;and he kept insisting that i texted him about&lt;br /&gt;smthsmth he wanna know when i really did not.&lt;br /&gt;and after he checked the text, it was another person.&lt;br /&gt;i was like right okay. he was like getting soo&lt;br /&gt;irritated when i kept telling him that i didnt know&lt;br /&gt;what he was babbling about. SPARE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in a horrible mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;too much to think off. and those bloody&lt;br /&gt;2 males are seriously blinded by their egos.&lt;br /&gt;they've too much faults in themselves and yet,&lt;br /&gt;they're belittling others. you're not that great&lt;br /&gt;yourselves you know. there are always others&lt;br /&gt;BETTER than you are. both of you really have&lt;br /&gt;a low-class attitude. so dream on. i hope this&lt;br /&gt;issue will get resolved soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's left of me in you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116921845770171728?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116921845770171728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116921845770171728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116921845770171728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116921845770171728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/running-away.html' title='Running away'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116912345127445871</id><published>2007-01-18T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:38:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh crap</title><content type='html'>danggg. im so gonna reach school before 8.15 every&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. thanks to those fcuken prefects who&lt;br /&gt;booked us 5 min earlier than the late&lt;br /&gt;time which causes unnecessary punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo-taking=whatever. i like the photographer&lt;br /&gt;but i hate the women who collected the money.&lt;br /&gt;scolded some of my classmates for wearing&lt;br /&gt;fancy earrings. and yea, abt the 2 feelers and fringe.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, she didnt ask me to do anything to mine.&lt;br /&gt;ok cool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i had to join malay scrabble competition when&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to play it. greaaat. dryshoot was&lt;br /&gt;fun. the Eugene thgy was so funny la. tsk3, nadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; we ran 2 rounds around the school today.&lt;br /&gt;it was super tiring. and my stamina dropped. hurhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;even steven ran faster than me. yadayas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there seems to be a gap in-between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;each with your own ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i've to put on a stupid happy look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:script;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;i love syamimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116912345127445871?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116912345127445871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116912345127445871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116912345127445871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116912345127445871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-crap.html' title='oh crap'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116885721742745666</id><published>2007-01-15T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:33:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mourning monday</title><content type='html'>ahhh man, a lot of hw to do.&lt;br /&gt;but still, despite all those,&lt;br /&gt;im still blogging. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow have to bring a lot of stuffs&lt;br /&gt;laaa including the thick dictionary&lt;br /&gt;to carry. np uniform, not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;but hooray, my sis is gonna accompany me&lt;br /&gt;to school. and she'll help me carry the stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo-taking tomorrow! hmpph.&lt;br /&gt;i hate individual photos.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't smile la eesh.&lt;br /&gt;i will never never never show&lt;br /&gt;those photos man. NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MATHS IS KILLING ME. AAAAAAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, fidah, me and elaine went&lt;br /&gt;mad in class. goshes. so difficult laaa.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i wunt fail my maths this year.&lt;br /&gt;please NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW GOOOOOOOO PURPLE HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;we rock. (i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/39171/zz%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/111092/zz%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116885721742745666?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116885721742745666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116885721742745666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116885721742745666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116885721742745666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/mourning-monday.html' title='mourning monday'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116878471107771290</id><published>2007-01-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:25:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment (yearning!)</title><content type='html'>hey whores. today is indeed awesome.&lt;br /&gt;we town-ed since we didnt meet yst.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i love mimi a lot! ((:&lt;br /&gt;i looove just now a lot. it's been ages&lt;br /&gt;since i went out with mimi and free of sch stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;but aww, ugh. her phone isn't with her.&lt;br /&gt;and goshes, i saw those notebooks. ah daamn.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna own those. next trip to topshop,&lt;br /&gt;would be a great one. i hope. ahh, and forever 21's&lt;br /&gt;clothes are like appearing in my mind. maaannn.&lt;br /&gt;whateverwhatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/645308/zz%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/324502/zz%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/676950/zz%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/32496/zz%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/844236/zz%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/276924/zz%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/233165/zz%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/220204/zz%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right,&lt;br /&gt;till hear dear readers!&lt;br /&gt;psp is love&lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116878471107771290?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116878471107771290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116878471107771290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116878471107771290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116878471107771290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/enlightenment-yearning.html' title='Enlightenment (yearning!)'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116869581878373929</id><published>2007-01-13T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:43:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perilous curse,</title><content type='html'>well, im seriously pissed off. both of them really&lt;br /&gt;plucked up my last nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/830506/zz%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/353086/zz%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no language could express my anger. totally.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like shouting at them both, but no,&lt;br /&gt;i can't and besides i wldnt wna act like a bigfuck.&lt;br /&gt;a trip to vivo just now, and the situation&lt;br /&gt;was like so frustrating. what's it with them?&lt;br /&gt;throwing tantrums and whatnot, walking behind&lt;br /&gt;us. we ended up wasting time by going up and down&lt;br /&gt;the escalator, trying to find her. this is getting&lt;br /&gt;so childish. and so, we cldnt careless and did our own&lt;br /&gt;window-shopping. at this frigging moment,&lt;br /&gt;i saw a whole lot of stuffs that i wanted to buy since&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when. i was really turned off at the thought&lt;br /&gt;of it. i thought i could go and get today since we're&lt;br /&gt;going out. but holy fuck la. we were also supposed to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;sis's sweet 17. but everything was like messed up.&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt we're gg out tmr with their foul moods.&lt;br /&gt;even an eating place can cause problems. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;back to my window-shopping, went to Zara, Topshop,&lt;br /&gt;warehouse, forever 21 and some others. i saw&lt;br /&gt;-fucken gorgeous dresses&lt;br /&gt;-pretty shirts&lt;br /&gt;-bottoms&lt;br /&gt;-those one in a million notebooks&lt;br /&gt;-sweater with hoodies&lt;br /&gt;fuck i really want them now. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;and it's bloody bloody irritating that i see all&lt;br /&gt;these at the wrong time. just now was really a waste &lt;br /&gt;of time ok. shld hv met up with mimi luh.&lt;br /&gt;i miss mimi a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah, bye im PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116869581878373929?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116869581878373929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116869581878373929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116869581878373929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116869581878373929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/perilous-curse.html' title='The perilous curse,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116860233548598954</id><published>2007-01-12T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:45:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wors and words</title><content type='html'>it rained the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't help yawning &amp; i lack&lt;br /&gt;of fats. and tgif=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a visit to dt just now.&lt;br /&gt;was kinda lazy to fish the umbrella&lt;br /&gt;out of my bag. so, the 5n2 girls&lt;br /&gt;shared umbrellas with us. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then there were too many people&lt;br /&gt;sharing the umbrella and mimi decided&lt;br /&gt;to sacrifice herself. me, being the kind&lt;br /&gt;one lent her my umbrella. ahahaah((:&lt;br /&gt;bimbo, at last i hv to take it out&lt;br /&gt;and save all the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;eh, but im &lt;strong&gt;sincere&lt;/strong&gt; in lending&lt;br /&gt;the umbrella. hahaa whatever.&lt;br /&gt;DD saw me at dt and didnt say hi laaa.&lt;br /&gt;he claimed to be shy. haha right,&lt;br /&gt;he has never been shy luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;oi DD i miss you. oh, yea im still&lt;br /&gt;small and that bag is half of my size.&lt;br /&gt;;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{i do feel lonely sometimes.}&lt;br /&gt;{blablablablablablablabla.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116860233548598954?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116860233548598954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116860233548598954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116860233548598954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116860233548598954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/wors-and-words.html' title='wors and words'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116852210200545682</id><published>2007-01-11T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:43:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strip my mind</title><content type='html'>im prepared to get a terrible score for chemistry refresher test,&lt;br /&gt;goshes, it is so confusing and i got headache trying to figure&lt;br /&gt;the answers. oh chem, u failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVELOVELOVE my pe teacher. though he is old, he is so&lt;br /&gt;nice! he is like mr low, my dnt teacher last year. he asked&lt;br /&gt;us to run around the parade sq. 4 times. we thought run ard the sch&lt;br /&gt;for times and we were alrdy moaning and groaning. then he was like&lt;br /&gt;so curious why we were moaning abt, and he said, 'you mean school uh?&lt;br /&gt;no laaa only parade square. make sure u don't sprint and don't overtake.&lt;br /&gt;ur muscles are not ready to take a heavy run. just jog slowly.'&lt;br /&gt;hahaa WOWW. and he even provided us with exercise mats to do&lt;br /&gt;pumpings. such COOLNESS. he pampered us a lot. BE JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;and ms cai was like laughing cos we got him-___-" and least not you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is so colddddd. i cldnt concentrate and i feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;and again, im gna complain about maths! I DON'T UNDERSTD&lt;br /&gt;GRAPHS. what more bio. im getting so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, after a month of not talking, finally we talked.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh good friend, kinda miss him though.&lt;br /&gt;i thought he had forgotten me alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;turned out he didnt. ahahaha. ok craap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farizah! u told joy that im a bimbo. im never that bimbo ok.&lt;br /&gt;only ONCE. i miss you laa girl. ur sweets, pens, and all!&lt;br /&gt;and ur huge adidas pink wallet. lol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok loveeee psp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in search of a true friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116852210200545682?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116852210200545682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116852210200545682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116852210200545682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116852210200545682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/strip-my-mind.html' title='strip my mind'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116826263486847534</id><published>2007-01-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:31:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barbie, my love!</title><content type='html'>im back here to blog. much apologies for not&lt;br /&gt;blogging often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy sweet seventeen to diana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestwishes for everything esp ur O's. a late present okay!&lt;br /&gt;ohh and ur ageing. old luh. hahaa, and u can enter 17 magazine's&lt;br /&gt;contests. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy sweet fifteen to haziqah;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare girlfriend, all the best in everything that you do.&lt;br /&gt;see ya ard someday! much loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im so happy cos i completed my maths hw w/o any problems.&lt;br /&gt;what a satisfaction! im proud of myself, hahaa(:&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i went home with mimi! finally, after a long time&lt;br /&gt;since we're busy with our own things&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly is really boring, i shall repeat it BORING.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep throughout the elearning talk except&lt;br /&gt;for those funny parts. hahaa, i cldnt believe i slept&lt;br /&gt;cos i would force myself to stay awake no matter&lt;br /&gt;how sleepy i am. and i didn't get caught for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps not yet. mr surin walked past me like nothing&lt;br /&gt;at all. ok so cool. i hope i won't get caught. i'll lose&lt;br /&gt;my face if i have to stand or get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah and tomorrow onwards, i have to reach sch at 7.10 which&lt;br /&gt;is impossible for me cos i normally reach school at 7.15am.&lt;br /&gt;like damnn. just now was a lucky escape for me cos 12 arrived&lt;br /&gt;early, and so i reached at 7am. that's really a wow for me.&lt;br /&gt;and so the rest who reached after 7.10 got scolded. yadayas.&lt;br /&gt;uhmm. and they came up with a stupid rule to record the names&lt;br /&gt;of those who come after 7.10. blearghhhhh. and there's vocab&lt;br /&gt;morning wksht tmr! and mrs tang asked us to copy&lt;br /&gt;i-don't-know-what 10 times for one mistake. wth la.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that, my malay and eng aft prog clash.&lt;br /&gt;how cool yet uncool. and it's like tuesday! gah, the only&lt;br /&gt;day i get released at 2.50. so i guess i'll be attending english&lt;br /&gt;till 3.20. den 3.20 till 3.50 malay. but then, np starts at&lt;br /&gt;3.30. so how is that? according to afifah, the cca time change&lt;br /&gt;which is from 4-6am. but i doubt so-__-"&lt;br /&gt;fidahlove, i need u sitting behind me tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our chairman now is theodoric. what a weird name. haha.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i admit that steven is really good and responsible.&lt;br /&gt;but thenn, he has a bigger responsibility. so yeah, he has&lt;br /&gt;to step down. and that theodoric like quite blur. hahaa,&lt;br /&gt;but nvmlaa, i dunt mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;im soooo tired/lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;take care bloghoppers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my barbie pencilcase is very pretty!&lt;br /&gt;cheers;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116826263486847534?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116826263486847534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116826263486847534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116826263486847534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116826263486847534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/barbie-my-love.html' title='barbie, my love!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116801615927462861</id><published>2007-01-06T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:55:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start,</title><content type='html'>2007, hello.&lt;br /&gt;it's been three days of school and im so beat.&lt;br /&gt;with all the preparations for recruitment day&lt;br /&gt;and studies plus homeworks, drove me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, lets start with 3rd jan, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i freaked out when i got up from bed.&lt;br /&gt;i cldnt believe that sch's gna start cos&lt;br /&gt;ive yet to enjoy my holidays fully.&lt;br /&gt;i've been burdened with homeworks, leaving&lt;br /&gt;me with no days when im totally free of hw.&lt;br /&gt;ok crap. so when i arrived at school, im actually quite &lt;br /&gt;surprised cos im one of the last 5. i thought i was early&lt;br /&gt;though-____-"ok bunch of kiasus. yadayas, my form teacher,&lt;br /&gt;mrs dawn goh. i like her, cos she's all abt the &lt;br /&gt;good stuffs. oh, and she pronounced my name correctly&lt;br /&gt;unlike those tangled tongues that got me extremely pissed-.-&lt;br /&gt;and she even remember my name w/o me telling her during &lt;br /&gt;attendance-taking on the following days. &lt;br /&gt;and english, really got me up in the head.&lt;br /&gt;it's like back to sec1 eng lesson or even literature&lt;br /&gt;lesson though her eng is superb. i just hate her&lt;br /&gt;for being cantankerous, and too demanding.&lt;br /&gt;english is scary!bigtime! im so pressurized.&lt;br /&gt;recess is the best. it's the only thing i'm looking&lt;br /&gt;forward to cos im gna meet mimi somewhere near girls' toilet&lt;br /&gt;to talk. and malay is BORING. i can doze off anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, 4th jan&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened during curriculum hours.&lt;br /&gt;after school, straight away proceed to canteen&lt;br /&gt;with the intention to eat of course, but&lt;br /&gt;the goddamn stalls were closed. so i had bread instead&lt;br /&gt;for the whole of yesterday during school. the only proper meals &lt;br /&gt;i had for these 3 days are at night, mum's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;starvation kills, tsk3 i pity myself, i can't go on like this &lt;br /&gt;seriously. im not gonna grow at all, and i'll look so weak when&lt;br /&gt;i alrdy am. so had np training after that. practised fancy drills&lt;br /&gt;since we forgot most of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, 5th jan&lt;br /&gt;im so stressed up with maths cos i dunt get it.&lt;br /&gt;irritating laaa! and this is only E maths.&lt;br /&gt;tsssssk. hurhhhhhh. plus my science practical,&lt;br /&gt;im starting to worry because i dun really&lt;br /&gt;know the right way of lighting up the bunsen burner.&lt;br /&gt;reason being, i was too dependent on my partner&lt;br /&gt;during my lower sec science classes. yeah, my fault.&lt;br /&gt;and there'll be a practical exam coming up in july.&lt;br /&gt;long yet soon. today is also recruitment day,&lt;br /&gt;i helped out with the tentage. unfortunately, i got my&lt;br /&gt;stuffs wrong, and i went to tie the twine to the wrong peg.&lt;br /&gt;ugh whatever, i hate campcraft. and im one of those in the&lt;br /&gt;campcraft committee. i can only handle twines, my lashings&lt;br /&gt;sucks especially diagonal. no way will i touch spars,!&lt;br /&gt;then it was cheers. this year ain't that fun cos the sec2s&lt;br /&gt;arent that enthu as much as us last year! ours was great!&lt;br /&gt;and it's like supersoft laa the volume. hahaa, up next&lt;br /&gt;we did our fancy and standard. standard was fine i guess,&lt;br /&gt;but i totally forget my drills. fancy, gosh the cd screwed &lt;br /&gt;up. and it was the sway part, considered to be the nicest&lt;br /&gt;oart of the drill. i panicked for awhile cos i thought we're &lt;br /&gt;gna do w/o music till the end. thank God, this isn't drill com.&lt;br /&gt;so all our sway movements got mixed up, but we were fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;barnie, thats what they're interested at, young lil kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;so join npcc! okay, and my mom sound me about np alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;she said im spending too much time on np instead of studies&lt;br /&gt;and told me not to slack, in that scary tone. ok,&lt;br /&gt;i do not wanna slack! shit luh, and there'll be saturday trngs often.&lt;br /&gt;goddd, when am i gna study?! rahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay till then, im off.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight sweetchumps.&lt;br /&gt;i love mimi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116801615927462861?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116801615927462861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116801615927462861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116801615927462861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116801615927462861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2007/01/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116753607945969695</id><published>2006-12-31T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:41:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>galore,</title><content type='html'>oh hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's games day was mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;reached early to scorpion my girl's hair.&lt;br /&gt;i love my slanted scorpion, it's soo nice&lt;br /&gt;and im the only one with that, ahah, thx ML.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess, my hand's were all numb.&lt;br /&gt;yadayas. started the games day with briefing and all.&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, HSC netball team made it.&lt;br /&gt;we attained the gold medal, 3 cheers. thrashed&lt;br /&gt;those schools. first match with siglap was&lt;br /&gt;soo irritating. all the cursings&amp;swearings from them.&lt;br /&gt;wtf, but hell la. we won okay. not exactly me but&lt;br /&gt;my teammates who played, good job people!&lt;br /&gt;and that roti girl-_____-" suchanannoyingbell.&lt;br /&gt;so, they were like ganging up against us.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we weren't affected. so ur efforts&lt;br /&gt;didnt pay off im afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to soccer team who managed to clinch&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd position. HAHA. im proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;scrabble too, syafiq and ivan(: good jobbb.&lt;br /&gt;and to the captain-ballers and basketballers,&lt;br /&gt;you guys did great too! thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture with aikha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/624065/P1030094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/854055/P1030094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shahidah's birthday bash was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;i really pity those who had it all planned.&lt;br /&gt;and am just wondering why mr teng went off&lt;br /&gt;early w/o telling us? siggghh. cos the cake&lt;br /&gt;was in the staffroom's fridge and  the staffrm &lt;br /&gt;was locked. soo, we're gna celebrate it on &lt;br /&gt;wednesday instead. hope it'll turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;many many apologies to leroy for squirting the&lt;br /&gt;ondeh-ondeh filling. hehe, pardon my clumsiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw happy new year's eve and im not in the least&lt;br /&gt;bit happy here since school's gonna reopen soon.&lt;br /&gt;and im sooo not excited. hw's frigging incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;im having a sinking feeling. i wonder who my teachers&lt;br /&gt;gonna be, plus will my classmates be those joker types?&lt;br /&gt;gawd. tmr's gna be the 1st jan, and the following 2nd&lt;br /&gt;and then 3rd. noooo. and i've yet to think of my new year's&lt;br /&gt;resolution. perhaps, more self-esteem, self-tolerance?&lt;br /&gt;self-confidence too. better grades for exams, and all&lt;br /&gt;good stuffs. and uhm trying to forget the bad, and keep &lt;br /&gt;the good with me. i need lady luck on my side for 2007! ughhh,&lt;br /&gt;and mimi aint feeling well. she's down with fever&lt;br /&gt;and she'll puke when she eat smth? takecare dear!!&lt;br /&gt;ur gonna be fine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my chinese gfs((:&lt;br /&gt;i need a true gf.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll end here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i looooooove mimi,&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116753607945969695?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116753607945969695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116753607945969695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116753607945969695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116753607945969695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/12/galore.html' title='galore,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116714793009159396</id><published>2006-12-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:09:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>condemn it all</title><content type='html'>i shall blog a 'happy' post today before the depressing&lt;br /&gt;one comes on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, one load of my mind. and im real glad&lt;br /&gt;that im done with cyberganda. i did it anyhow&lt;br /&gt;though but with ain's help. thanks a lot girl!(:&lt;br /&gt;im super proud and happy for getting over&lt;br /&gt;that dopeshit project that has been a big burden on me.&lt;br /&gt;anw, feel free to ask for help. i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;ooer, im so nice, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is kinda late but who cares, happy&lt;br /&gt;late christmas. HOHOHO! any presents from&lt;br /&gt;santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i had my hair cut. i superLOVE my hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;cos she cut my hair nicer that i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;haha. she even helped me waxed it and give tips.&lt;br /&gt;lol, i know it is lame but hell, i like this kinda workers(:&lt;br /&gt;new year, new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with mimi today. it's been long since we&lt;br /&gt;went out together. crapped along the way and i&lt;br /&gt;felt waterproof lol, i love you! smoooooches,&lt;br /&gt;it was freezingly cold and i was chattering the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;congrats humyrah for wasting your effort on bringing&lt;br /&gt;a sweater. speaking of that, i would like a new sweater&lt;br /&gt;pretty please. and not to mention, quality hair wax,&lt;br /&gt;feminine dresses/any lovely dresses/funky bracelets/&lt;br /&gt;earstuds/more&amp;more shirts/pierrecardin bra/BELT/&lt;br /&gt;esprit socks/skirts. HINTHINT, christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;lol, belated ones i dunt mind. hahaaa, oh humyrah,&lt;br /&gt;ur friends don't bother to spend huge bucks on you.&lt;br /&gt;forget about the idea and just dream on. hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh roar, im not looking forward to thursday.&lt;br /&gt;you know the reason assholes. yes it is netball.&lt;br /&gt;even that word pisses me off till the very last bit.&lt;br /&gt;but oh fuck, the frigging ball is with me and therefore,&lt;br /&gt;i have to come. seriously, im totally turned off at&lt;br /&gt;the thought of it. it is just ME(in case they're illiterates&lt;br /&gt;bloghopping here) not being okay with it, not anybody&lt;br /&gt;else. sorry teammates. i dunt click with netball.&lt;br /&gt;pretty obvious, but i'll try la, hopefully?&lt;br /&gt;oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im super disappointed with a fucking old shemale.&lt;br /&gt;damn, she really is hopeless and doesnt even care about&lt;br /&gt;things that revolves around her. specifically her own __.&lt;br /&gt;okay, im deeply angry. she is like a beast. i seriously&lt;br /&gt;ashamed of how wonderfool her attitude is. God, show&lt;br /&gt;her the light seriously. she need to get her ass off the bed&lt;br /&gt;now. all she does is sleeep? get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my 'bf' to have a hairstyle and personality like epuuul!&lt;br /&gt;and syahdad and mr pretty boy. ouhhh pretty man! they're&lt;br /&gt;drop dead good-looking males. haha, i want a mix-blooded bf la.&lt;br /&gt;i want him to be true and sincere with his words. and not any of those&lt;br /&gt;sweet nothings or the ones that get tired of you less than a month being&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship. okaaay, i love babies, cute lil babies! recent wedding&lt;br /&gt;dinner, i saw adorable lil baby cousins/toddler. iyesha, ryan&amp;amp;siblings,&lt;br /&gt;syira junior, zikri&amp;amp;tiqah, paupau(lol, what a nickname!), rey han adams&lt;br /&gt;ok idk how to spell his name, ah and MORE. this wedding is really blessed&lt;br /&gt;with cute people! lol, and mr pretty boy smiled at me a lot of times la!&lt;br /&gt;and he BOO-ed me. so cute laaaaaa(: BE JEALOUS OKAY, THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay apparently, people say i dunt smile much and i looked arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;well actually my smile is too nice la and you've to pay me if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;see my beautiful smile. a dimple each cost ur life. so if u dunt pay me,&lt;br /&gt;u wunt get to see my prettyful smile. HAHAAH, lol, was just trying&lt;br /&gt;to satisfy myself . so i have to smile a lot now. (:(:(:but i dunoe how to&lt;br /&gt;smile properly laaa. like eeeesssshhhh. so blinding. gaaaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah, im starting my crap again, so i'll go off for now.&lt;br /&gt;heart my honeys!(:(:&lt;br /&gt;(get it im smiling!)&lt;br /&gt;i love psp. 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h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116671639987596306</id><published>2006-12-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:55:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep the frown on my face,</title><content type='html'>i know i shouldn't have posted the previous&lt;br /&gt;entry. i regretted posting the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;and i would rather keep all of it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's better off that way. thanks for the&lt;br /&gt;tags/messages, &lt;strong&gt;appreciated very much&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i know myself well, not too worry.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i typed all this not to seek attention,&lt;br /&gt;but if you think i am, there's always a choice&lt;br /&gt;of closing this window. i don't do things&lt;br /&gt;to impress people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116671639987596306?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116671639987596306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116671639987596306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116671639987596306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116671639987596306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/12/keep-frown-on-my-face.html' title='keep the frown on my face,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116661276501518032</id><published>2006-12-20T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:15:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORE</title><content type='html'>im really crushed up inside.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh i dunoe why.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball is one of the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;im not helping the team at all.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously suck at ball games.&lt;br /&gt;im really pathetic at it and it's not that&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to catch the ball, it's because&lt;br /&gt;i know i can't catch it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;im putting the team at a disadvantage&lt;br /&gt;and i really envy those who played well,&lt;br /&gt;at least they can catch/defend.&lt;br /&gt;this is just not my thing, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm sorry if the team loses because of me.&lt;br /&gt;and please, do not comment on this or ask me&lt;br /&gt;anything about it. im feeling down enough&lt;br /&gt;and am not looking forward to any trainings.&lt;br /&gt;you can tell it through my expression during trainings.&lt;br /&gt;now, bugger off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116661276501518032?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116646166972064674</id><published>2006-12-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:18:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today and the next and the next spell INCREDIBLE.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;im back, back here in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;i know you guys miss me, yeahh;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, as usual, typical us went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i bought shirts, apparently clothes and they're&lt;br /&gt;to be shared with mum and elder sis.&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo i dun mind cos im topping my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;with branded shirts! haha, okaay.&lt;br /&gt;well sis is obsessed with leopard print stuffs and&lt;br /&gt;so we got this leopard print shirt from Mango.&lt;br /&gt;yayy, it's beautiful. i got myself a school bag.&lt;br /&gt;i love it so much, hahaa. ooh i bought for leroy&lt;br /&gt;a bodyglove shirt as his birthday present&lt;br /&gt;since he bought me many many rochers.&lt;br /&gt;he liked it, he is happy and so am i. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i owe him a big one. i bought a shirt&lt;br /&gt;for mimi too, but okay it's like not quite suitable.&lt;br /&gt;but i like the design. uhmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, im HAPPY. because i got scholarship award.&lt;br /&gt;im really really HAPPY. and fairuz would be getting one&lt;br /&gt;too. yay, last year, both of us got bursary award and we&lt;br /&gt;sat next to each other. funny la, and we made friends&lt;br /&gt;with siglapians. LOL. oh well, i pray that i'd get one next&lt;br /&gt;year, and the following years. im HAPPY too cos,&lt;br /&gt;mimi made it. she passed her N's. but she's in for a tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;sec5 or ite. according to the teachers, ite is better.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel it's quite dumb. they're encouraging them to go ite.&lt;br /&gt;which means failing is better some sort? nahh i dunoe.&lt;br /&gt;it's up to the individuals. bestwishes girl, i support ur decision.&lt;br /&gt;as long as u passed, im happy enough(=&lt;br /&gt;and im proud of this girl, i dunoe who, she managed to be one&lt;br /&gt;of the top students in Singapore. *applauds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to syafiq. haha funny. i poured whatever im supposed&lt;br /&gt;to say abt myself. he asked me why i looked stress early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;so i gave him a paragraph answer. told him what i feel and all.&lt;br /&gt;and those critics on me. well not exactly critics, casual yet irritating&lt;br /&gt;remarks about me. so i was going on and on. rattling on, giving him&lt;br /&gt;bedtime stories. lol, i found a joy in it. i dunoe why this topic came out.&lt;br /&gt;about appearance/looks/body. feel free to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt; people out there like to pass remarks of me being thin and all,&lt;br /&gt;like stick, being ugly, flat and whatever not in a sarcastic way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i let it go but no, sometimes, it is too annoying hearing it. well, this is &lt;strong&gt;life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i am ugly, i didnt even bother them a single bit. i didnt ask them for&lt;br /&gt;money for plastic surgeries or making fake breasts or asking them to feed me&lt;br /&gt;with expensive meals everyday. well no, i do not. i'm thankful enough i've a&lt;br /&gt;perfect face and im not anorexic. and at least i've a curve here, and not totally&lt;br /&gt;flat la. well, at least it balances with my small body. and u expect me to have 2&lt;br /&gt;bombs on my chest? like yoo, think. pardon my french, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;im not even underweight for sweet mother's sake.&lt;br /&gt;ive an acceptable weight. at least, i dunt go around squandering money to have&lt;br /&gt;face shapes and all and i came across a person who is thinner and much taller&lt;br /&gt;than me. so im really grateful. im HAPPY with my small size. im happy,&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i do. because i have what most people dunt and what most people want.&lt;br /&gt;i can eat to my heart's content without worrying about growing fat.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt need to do dieting and all like what most people does or starving&lt;br /&gt;myself. or keep complaining that they had eaten much, or stuffs like 'i'm&lt;br /&gt;growing fat. i need to diet.' noo, i dunt. so you see, im happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;well, models are skinny too you know. but they're gorgeous. so what&lt;br /&gt;have you got to say? no offence, well i've nothing against you guys, but just&lt;br /&gt;saying what i feel. i like my body. never it is yours, of course, scram off.&lt;br /&gt;be jealous all you want. and you know what? i feel &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and so what if i do? hey, cmon i mean it's natural for us to feel that way to&lt;br /&gt;boost our self confidence. &lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he agreed i sounded a bit bitchy. hahaaha. well, what i said is true,&lt;br /&gt;we should have personal confidence and dunt listen to what others say.&lt;br /&gt;.............and we talked about other stuffs like netball. why? why? and why?&lt;br /&gt;so he somehow got a bit of understanding about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my mind is flooded with hw stuffs. im soo stressed up. cyberganda&lt;br /&gt;project has been fucking my hw load. it's not getting anywhere la,&lt;br /&gt;it's asking too much from us. advertising stuffs, i know they provided&lt;br /&gt;us with the url's but no, it's not helping me at all. plus other written homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna rush from netball to ws mcdonalds this wed to finish up my&lt;br /&gt;written hw. oh, misery. you love me so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/83057/h%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/457846/h%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/883365/h%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/600437/h%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/641565/h%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/855612/h%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/772033/h%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/192643/h%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my psp so much, mwuaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we'll meet again next year.&lt;br /&gt;till next time dear readers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116646166972064674?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116646166972064674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116646166972064674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116646166972064674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116646166972064674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-and-next-and-next-spell.html' title='today and the next and the next spell INCREDIBLE.'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116584127235011352</id><published>2006-12-11T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:47:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>002</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some camp photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/774100/Npcc%2B124%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; im with weikang's ronaldinho pillow=D GO BRASIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/619793/Npcc%20122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/357500/Npcc%2520122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired faces,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/679467/Npcc+089[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/590809/Npcc%2B089%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this pic looks a bit fake. i looked like i have only one nose hole. heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;{street netball is so not me! in fact, sports. it is so tough&lt;br /&gt;plus tiring. the weather is extremely killing me. tsk3. }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116584127235011352?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116584127235011352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116584127235011352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116584127235011352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116584127235011352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/12/002.html' title='002'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116556271721641238</id><published>2006-12-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:37:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome october</title><content type='html'>i found this from somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;and this is what it says about october babies(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/qweendiana/october.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the&lt;br /&gt;center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry&lt;br /&gt;often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making&lt;br /&gt;friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not&lt;br /&gt;care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely&lt;br /&gt;the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do agree that i love to chat and gets angry often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/qweendiana/withlove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116556271721641238?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116556271721641238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116556271721641238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116556271721641238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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wahidah for not breathing a word about it. i really can't&lt;br /&gt;believe it, it was that near? that was such a major luck that it&lt;br /&gt;didn't harm any of us. read &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blessingsindisguise-.blogspot.com"&gt;wahidah's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; blog for more info,&lt;br /&gt;entry dated 05 december 06, Day 3, last para.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about it, it's giving me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hate adults who are irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who depend too much on others, even their children&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who simply slog the day away&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who leave all, yes all, the house chores to others&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who doesn't give LOVE, care and concern&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who are plain lazy&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who leave all their problems for others to solve&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who are too ashamed to make known a fact&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who doesn't give opportunity for their child to voice out&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who are immature in their thinking&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who have a wrong mindset, terribly upside-down&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who are ashamed to ask for help when in desperate needs&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who doesn't talk sensible things&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who couldn't careless&lt;br /&gt;i hate adults who rake up ancient stuffs which are meant to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;i pity my beloved. you made life hard for them.&lt;br /&gt;you messed things up, not knowing how to clear them back.&lt;br /&gt;you gave attitude and expect others to settle your mess.&lt;br /&gt;well, with all due respect to your plain laziness that unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;problems occured. i salute that cos you definitely deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel lke screaming my lungs out hearing this sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;but i controlled myself. if i were that rude, i'd have long&lt;br /&gt;ticked you off. i'd have given you a shock of your life. and&lt;br /&gt;this is worse than your feeling ashamed over him. i wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;spare you any embarassment/humiliation. i wouldn't just mention&lt;br /&gt;those only, other words will come spilling off from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i can be that direct if you wanna know. i shudder at the thought&lt;br /&gt;of both your existence. im really sick of this, why can't you accept&lt;br /&gt;the way he is? love and not being ashamed is the cure to everything.&lt;br /&gt;why are you pushing responsibilities to others? it's fucking yours.&lt;br /&gt;and please, ur old enough to think using your brain and not your butt.&lt;br /&gt;stop being so annoying, stop acting like you are one carefree person.&lt;br /&gt;you are goddamn selfish you know that. this is really getting out of&lt;br /&gt;hand. day by day, you are getting worst just because of that old grunt&lt;br /&gt;is protecting you. im so ashamed for the both of you. you really need&lt;br /&gt;a brainwash. i feel like getting rid of you little specks of dust.&lt;br /&gt;i must say that u lack many virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116538739288412976?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116538739288412976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116538739288412976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116538739288412976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116538739288412976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/12/paranormal-oh-scary.html' title='paranormal oh scary'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116525538638956897</id><published>2006-12-05T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:35:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it big,</title><content type='html'>SHOUT OUT TO FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;im back in the internet world.&lt;br /&gt;and so here i am, blogging about some recent stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be long, my summary skill sucks, so bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;29th November, farewell night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told to come to school early for the preparation&lt;br /&gt;and oh god, the decoration stuffs was really put off till&lt;br /&gt;the very last minute. so we rushed through everything,&lt;br /&gt;girls blew the balloons, guys helped out with the chairs&lt;br /&gt;and benches. after that, proceeded to the hall to put up&lt;br /&gt;the decors. okay, we were kinda dumb cos we blew the balloons&lt;br /&gt;at the foyer instead of the hall which required us to do extra&lt;br /&gt;job. we had to take every balloons up to the hall. many of&lt;br /&gt;them burst as a result. haha, okay, den we did the hanging stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;thats kinda fun la. girls were quite pissed off as the guys didnt&lt;br /&gt;help us paint the stars. and it was already 12noon. they were busy&lt;br /&gt;with that annoying 'tiffany' thg. rigght.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls got ready at nadia's house. haha, very fun. i love Sara.&lt;br /&gt;i should say that she is really into make-up and glittery stuffs&lt;br /&gt;and she is only 7 years of age. haha cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/772533/farewell%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/862805/farewell%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/893549/farewell%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/676628/farewell%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/854354/farewell%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/502167/farewell%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/284657/farewell%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/25558/farewell%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farewell night was quite dry and boring. too little performances&lt;br /&gt;and the CIs and those higher rankings came quite late for it. so yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;i was totally nervous but im gonna forget everything i did on stage=D&lt;br /&gt;goshh. zhaireel looked very smart. adzfar too. haha. jessica was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;and plus, thanks to those for THAT pic, yah THAT pic. okay, the bursting&lt;br /&gt;of balloons was sooo unexpected. ugggh man, so embarrassing plus what they&lt;br /&gt;said on the microphone-.- ahh well, heres the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/614883/farewell%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/842651/farewell%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/770778/farewell%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/154950/farewell%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/743730/farewell%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/191689/farewell%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/457532/farewell%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/460565/farewell%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/29225/CIMG3759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/847889/CIMG3759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/93968/CIMG3760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/625810/CIMG3760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/112699/CIMG3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/893399/CIMG3768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;30th Nov - 3rd Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp! yes camp, i was allocated to Brazil with Weikang and Michelle as the&lt;br /&gt;leaders. the starting was already horrible. my dear groupmate, Adzfar,&lt;br /&gt;fainted cause the briefing was quite long perhaps. so yeah, he went home.&lt;br /&gt;i was really shocked plus stunned. it was really scary and he was unconscious&lt;br /&gt;for minutes. den in the later part of the day, my dear nicckybutt cried as&lt;br /&gt;he had stomachpains. my first time seeing nic in that condition, we panicked,&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah of course. he hleped us with a lot of stuffs. the worst thing that&lt;br /&gt;could happen, Brazil was left with 4 members. we also shifted our belongings&lt;br /&gt;from the tents to classrooms cos most of the tents snapped unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;scary much, but we enjoyed the nights in classroom. was quite pissed off&lt;br /&gt;with sec ones &lt;b&gt;except for a handful&lt;/b&gt;, no offence but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;man, they're quite pampered and annoying. complain everytime.&lt;br /&gt;like shut the hell up will you? this is like the most un-tough camp we had&lt;br /&gt;so far, so be thankful. be prepared for next year's camp, i wanna give you&lt;br /&gt;a proper npcc camp. goddd. quit complaining, quit sulking, quit screaming,&lt;br /&gt;quit grumbling, quit homesick-ing. the biggest joke ever, ur like so RUDE,&lt;br /&gt;and at last ur the one having homesick and cried. HAHAHA. and some who&lt;br /&gt;took forever to bathe, not considering others who waited like fools.&lt;br /&gt;righhht. watched movie, amazing race-d at orchard. ouh and sana course was&lt;br /&gt;fun, i LOVE my mates. ahha, dunmanites are cool. the sec 3s i mean, milo&lt;br /&gt;and sean. bravo 1 and 2 rocks=D talked to Hus, hehe, fun! after a long time,&lt;br /&gt;and er, aikha, sorry uh, ur like with ur friends, so didnt wna disturb ya.&lt;br /&gt;soo, campfire kinda lame, but i like the shirt though there's typo.&lt;br /&gt;thats about it laa,&lt;br /&gt;OKAY DONE, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIMI CAME! hooray, i miss you aloooooooooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;shall blog tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;till then goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116525538638956897?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116525538638956897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116525538638956897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116525538638956897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116525538638956897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-it-big.html' title='make it big,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116456443745351569</id><published>2006-11-27T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T02:23:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disco spells sex</title><content type='html'>what an awesome day today.&lt;br /&gt;new dress, leggings and lingerie at bugis/jurong point.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaah, i love the dress soo much. thanks sis.&lt;br /&gt;im super tired man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that purple pumps&lt;br /&gt;i want dresses&lt;br /&gt;i want Topshop shirts&lt;br /&gt;i want Mango clothes&lt;br /&gt;i want Zara stuffs&lt;br /&gt;i want lingerie from Pierre Cardin&lt;br /&gt;i want a new watch from Guess&lt;br /&gt;i want Esprit shirts&lt;br /&gt;i want a make-up kit&lt;br /&gt;i want that GOLD! bag&lt;br /&gt;i want leggings&lt;br /&gt;i want stuff from accessorize shop&lt;br /&gt;i want calf pants&lt;br /&gt;i want MORE skirts&lt;br /&gt;i want cute earrings&lt;br /&gt;i want clips&lt;br /&gt;i want liquid eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;i want a new sweater!&lt;br /&gt;i want barbie dolls&lt;br /&gt;i want bratz&lt;br /&gt;i want YOUUUU&lt;br /&gt;.................................GOING WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/1600/106564/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/234/633/320/395211/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah and yes, Meg, from now on,&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my honeybunch!&lt;br /&gt;i miss mimi&lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116456443745351569?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116456443745351569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116456443745351569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116456443745351569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116456443745351569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/11/disco-spells-sex.html' title='disco spells sex'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116442343744763112</id><published>2006-11-25T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:57:17.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glorify the smile,</title><content type='html'>im kinda busy with npcc farewell night preparation lately.&lt;br /&gt;the audition for farewell turned out fine and fun.&lt;br /&gt;the first audition was kinda lame cos sec1s wasnt that prepared&lt;br /&gt;plus syafiq's group hadn't planned anythg. so only ours and&lt;br /&gt;xing fen's kinda prepared. but the second audition was better,&lt;br /&gt;obviously, after opinions from the seniors. soo, now, there'll&lt;br /&gt;be 4 groups singing. grrrrh. ours, syafiq's(KPO! lol), sec3s and sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no dance performance and all, haah okay since i read&lt;br /&gt;from a blog that the choreographer gave excuses for each training.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, LAME. if she hadn't been that selfish, at least there'll be&lt;br /&gt;a dance performance to enjoy. soo, we hv another skit performance&lt;br /&gt;from sec1s. so yay, at least a skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ours as in ours+syafiq's grp combine will be kinda emo.&lt;br /&gt;lol, emo is not me, but yeah, hello emo. there'll be banners,.&lt;br /&gt;and so on la. we planned to do sec2s combine performance&lt;br /&gt;whereby the whole squad will participate BUT SINCE, some selfish&lt;br /&gt;people, didnt come, so everything cancelled. if they came for&lt;br /&gt;that training, i think we wld hv prepared everything nicely, the stuffs&lt;br /&gt;we planned to use was &lt;strong&gt;SUPERCOOL&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY. FREAK LAA ASSHOLES.&lt;br /&gt;plus we wldnt hv exploded. daaamn squadmates. so much for being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much for planning, so much for wasting my phonebills on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selfish people. sec 2squad is getting from bad to worst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the POP thgy dunt wna come, den now dunt even wna participate in&lt;br /&gt;the performance. we're the ones planning, u just hv to get ur butt here&lt;br /&gt;and do it. too difficult is it? we're the ones having a hard time, while u&lt;br /&gt;guys hving such easy time since we're the one cracking our heads&lt;br /&gt;inside-out for a combined performance. seriously man, stop giving me&lt;br /&gt;daamn stupid excuses, save that for someone stupider than you. i wunt&lt;br /&gt;fall for any of your shitstuffs get it? but now, we decided to hv the combine&lt;br /&gt;again. and it's up to them to participate, we cldnt careless. even yi hsiang&lt;br /&gt;came, that is really a shame on you selfish idiots out there. yay, im&lt;br /&gt;proud of yi hsiang(= he came even if its a last minute call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the gifts are wow, hhaa.&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun time spending money away like as if we're some rich&lt;br /&gt;people. well, lets just hope they'll like it especially shahidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, i cant wait for farewell night cos i wanna see people dress up!&lt;br /&gt;weweeeets!((= hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi! i cant wait to see you(=&lt;br /&gt;ilu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116442343744763112?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116442343744763112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116442343744763112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116442343744763112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116442343744763112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/11/glorify-smile.html' title='glorify the smile,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116407628391229509</id><published>2006-11-21T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:31:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>though it hurts in your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH TO SYAMIMI(22nd Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH TO FAIRUZ(23rd Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DADDY!(24th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few days of not blogging, finally found the mood/time&lt;br /&gt;to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holyschemoly, i really really really have no idea of what to wear&lt;br /&gt;for farewell. sister's been tellin me to wear that dress but to me&lt;br /&gt;it is too much on royalty since *screams* farewell theme has&lt;br /&gt;been changed to smart and casual! dannngggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;okaay perhaps, a skirt and top. BUT WHAT TOP?!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the audition went fine i guess. but in the middle of it,&lt;br /&gt;farina and me had to go to fairuz's house to get the disc since&lt;br /&gt;the other one that we brought wasnt properly burned.&lt;br /&gt;the sec ones, surprisingly, only 1 skit performance. cos i thought&lt;br /&gt;they have dancers in their squad eg. effika&amp;zhaireel. oh well,&lt;br /&gt;i guess there are not gonna be any dance performance at all?&lt;br /&gt;since most of us, suddenly into singing. even some of the sec 3s&lt;br /&gt;singing, not to mention us(duh) they said ours emotional.&lt;br /&gt;lol, okaaay. and i've no idea what to say about &lt;i&gt;insertnamehere&lt;/i&gt; 's&lt;br /&gt;group. at least they put up something. so thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;okay, this friday the 24th have another audition plus the following&lt;br /&gt;day, a saturday have normal training. yeah training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chalet was fine. typical shahidah&amp;zai making lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;but funny ones. it was really good to see the sec 4s again though&lt;br /&gt;i felt kinda awkward. the somersault thing was funny plus other&lt;br /&gt;stuffs, cant be described. amanda didnt even notice i was there.&lt;br /&gt;haahah. okay, i thought she saw me cos when she came in, she was&lt;br /&gt;looking at me. hahaa lamelame. anddd in the bus to go home. i sat&lt;br /&gt;at the back, corner2 la. like omg. suddenly aiman&amp;amp;gang went into&lt;br /&gt;the bus. they saw me and they were like ' eh humyrah! hello! kau&lt;br /&gt;amcm? baek? ...................................................................................... '&lt;br /&gt;that was fucken loud la. then they sat next to me plus in front of me&lt;br /&gt;on the long chair? okay whatever it is. i was like cornered and&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by them. so effing awkward, yeaa, but we talked&lt;br /&gt;of course. and finally, they alighted. i felt soooo relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you psp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116407628391229509?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116407628391229509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116407628391229509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116407628391229509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116407628391229509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/11/though-it-hurts-in-your-heart.html' title='though it hurts in your heart'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116363705746279681</id><published>2006-11-16T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:30:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellogoodbye</title><content type='html'>&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;HAPPY 14TH TO LILIAN(15th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH TO FARIZAH(16th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH TO RAFIDAH(17th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaking:&lt;br /&gt;it was fun but believe me, it was tiring during the second day.&lt;br /&gt;capsizing was scary at first, but it went fine after trying.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the part when salt water enters my nose/mouth.&lt;br /&gt;rescuing was tough for me, the kayak was superheavy and i&lt;br /&gt;didnt do much. heh. not enough energy and my hand cant reach&lt;br /&gt;the boat to help you guys(nyz&amp;jihan) so yeahh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;the single kayak never failed to turn me round and round.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go forward, trying to catch up with the fast ones but&lt;br /&gt;instead i went round and round in circles, with great thanks to&lt;br /&gt;the wind that made it worse. hehe. but i enjoyed it(=&lt;br /&gt;okay so everyone passed cept for those who didnt turn up,&lt;br /&gt;and i got a scratch on my arm, didnt even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate &lt;strong&gt;polkadots&lt;/strong&gt; on my skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.. a new cellphone &amp;amp; a pair of levis jeans! hoooray(=&lt;br /&gt;sorry girl, didnt meet you. wanted to, but couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;ouh and finally my girls got a job after a long time=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh. np camp has been extended to one day later!&lt;br /&gt;which means from 30th nov all the way to 3rd dec-.-&lt;br /&gt;and like 29th is farewell night, equates to 5 days of npcc.&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaay. and guys! what are we gna do?! a few more&lt;br /&gt;days and we hvnt start on anythg. big sorry to sec 4&lt;br /&gt;seniors if what we're gna put up aint up to ur expectation.&lt;br /&gt;but i like this year's theme: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Royalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like cool, so grand for the sec 4s and passing out CIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and danggg, homework, homework yeah. it's calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 book reviews&lt;br /&gt;Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;2 newspaper articles&lt;br /&gt;grammar package&lt;br /&gt;cyberganda project( like wth is it &amp; i understand nuts through the notes given!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karangan&lt;br /&gt;project work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Humanities&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography project&lt;br /&gt;social studies assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope thats about it!&lt;br /&gt;life is miserable, we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you honeybunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............GOING WRONG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116363705746279681?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116363705746279681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116363705746279681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116363705746279681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116363705746279681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/11/hellogoodbye.html' title='hellogoodbye'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116308649255351442</id><published>2006-11-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:01:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>okay, thats it. my days with heels and traditional clothes are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;it marks the end of legpains/blisters/effing hotness/long walks/&lt;br /&gt;goshh, i didnt know how i could stand 3 days straight of jalan raya.&lt;br /&gt;pictures, im lazy to update. so forget about it laa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;akif's bro is tres cute! and he is sucha nice brother laa. his mom is&lt;br /&gt;coooool. ONE HOT PICTURE, JIHAN HASNT SENT ME YET.&lt;br /&gt;THE RED-BROWN-BLACK-CLOTHES COUPLE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ohh and faris complimented my hair! hahaa, thankss, i miss you too luh.&lt;br /&gt;and fat bum is nice la but sometimes disgusting. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those days with my psp were fun times. i love it, yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for spending precious time with me, thanks for ur&lt;br /&gt;present and the cute purplelizzy note((= it isnt ugly, really.&lt;br /&gt;like you said, make something using your own effort, though&lt;br /&gt;it isnt beautiful enough, means wayyyyy more than buying smth.&lt;br /&gt;so it is the thought that counts. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff92bb;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;so.. everything ends that way. so much for the chances i gave.&lt;br /&gt;so much for everything. thanks a lot, thanks for treating me like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a piece of rubbish ready to be thrown in the rubbish dump,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ready to be spat at, ready to be stepped at. you even gave it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really, you had no idea how i felt. you really had fun taking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for a ride huh? wonderful, i applaud you. im sick of you, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;like&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116308649255351442?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116308649255351442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116308649255351442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116308649255351442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116308649255351442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/11/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8961072.post-116255185842850286</id><published>2006-11-03T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:36:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye beloved friends</title><content type='html'>yes, we received our class postings today.&lt;br /&gt;i got into 3E1 and will be taking geography next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super sad. im feeling sooo blue. my girls will be going&lt;br /&gt;to different classes except for fidah. we're like officially separated.&lt;br /&gt;farina will be in 3e5. jihan and nabz 3e4. it is like unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;you know i hate separating. FARINA, my close friend, my&lt;br /&gt;going-to-school and going-home partner. now, you wont even&lt;br /&gt;be in front of me nor behind me and worststill, not even in the&lt;br /&gt;same line. how can this be!? i'll only meet you during npcc,&lt;br /&gt;break time and maybe if you take 359 and wait for me after school.&lt;br /&gt;sighh, kim and farizah will be joining you. i wunt even meet them anymore&lt;br /&gt;besides break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARIZAH, my partner, both for eng and malay lesson. how im gowna miss ur&lt;br /&gt;bimboticness. ur pink stuffs. ur comb, ur mirror, ur pens! izah, my love.&lt;br /&gt;and i WILL remember the birdshit thgy as well as the talks we had during&lt;br /&gt;lessons, you drawing on my hand. i really miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIHAN, my fashionista. and the one who critic me the MOST. yes, you&lt;br /&gt;and your nerd thhingy. but i dunt mind, (= hehe, thanks for ur sweet&lt;br /&gt;writing about us on ur blog, thats super sweet la okay. i'll miss you cursing people,&lt;br /&gt;your fab stuffs, ur changing of bags everytime. ur everythg! and nabz, i'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;a lot tooooooooooooo man. too much to say alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love us 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, no more akif. mannn. sometimes, he is really nice. no more joker in class?&lt;br /&gt;my sec 1 partner, who HAD the same height as me. funny! no more SK.&lt;br /&gt;no more leroy, no more 2E1. &lt;strong&gt;2E1 IS THE COOLEST BUNCH OF KIDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are &lt;strong&gt;the light of my life&lt;/strong&gt;. i will treasure the 8th of NOVEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i really need a class gathering. im feeling effing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi, i love you, you brighten up my day. my hands still smell of you!(=&lt;br /&gt;i will remember whatever happened okay girl? u were so sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;kisses to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you people a lot. i really do, modified from hayani's msn personal&lt;br /&gt;message. " i'll hang on to the memories as hard as i'll ever can, i'll do more&lt;br /&gt;than my utmost. " i seriously have no idea how i'll survive my remaining&lt;br /&gt;hsc journey w/o you people. uhhhh, farewell people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i give my heart to you&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116255185842850286?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116255185842850286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116255185842850286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116255185842850286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116255185842850286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-beloved-friends.html' title='goodbye beloved friends'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116247644891800892</id><published>2006-11-02T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:02:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves and misses,</title><content type='html'>some dates to remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd Nov: result of class2007&lt;br /&gt;6th and 7th nov: park viewans rayer outing&lt;br /&gt;8th nov: 2e1 rayer outing&lt;br /&gt;13th and 14th nov: kayaking course&lt;br /&gt;16th nov: sana course&lt;br /&gt;25th nov: npcc training/might be flying off to HongKong&lt;br /&gt;29th nov: farewell night for the cool dudes/dudettes&lt;br /&gt;30thnov-2dec: npcc annual camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im a busy woman. hahaa, not as bad as last year.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, there'll be more trainings to come as well as&lt;br /&gt;preparation for 2007 drill competition and 2006 games day.&lt;br /&gt;im super tired laaa, and im kind of not looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;any trainings due to some reasons. shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday's outing with npcc cliques was superfun(:&lt;br /&gt;wonderful stories. nudges to fairuz and siti and to farina,&lt;br /&gt;for that interesting fact which i've long guessed. heh, ((=&lt;br /&gt;oh and syafiq's the only guy, haaha. good thing you werent&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed going out with us girls. right? okay we ended&lt;br /&gt;around say, 10 plus when we started at 11am. gosh, tell&lt;br /&gt;us we're like super oldmaids hanging around at people's hs&lt;br /&gt;for too long. ishkkk. and thanks syafiq, your house is wayyy&lt;br /&gt;far from the bus stop. lol, lucky the rain kinda stopped.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the girls were like running barefooted into the&lt;br /&gt;180++ block for shelter, while myself, walked in the rain&lt;br /&gt;slumberly with him (as long as i dunt fall). yeah, speaking&lt;br /&gt;of falling, the stairs near siti's house is tooo small or is it&lt;br /&gt;narrow, ok whatever it is, i nearly fell. even small feet&lt;br /&gt;like mine cant fit ya know. so it's time to get the stairs&lt;br /&gt;renovated-.- so at night, after going to my house, we went&lt;br /&gt;to the 3/359 busstop when prcs-ian, coralites and hsc-ian&lt;br /&gt;collided. ahaha! funny, didnt really know why. but such coolness.&lt;br /&gt;emma's mother is cooooool. anw here's a picture of us in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;other pictures to be updated soon once i got them from&lt;br /&gt;beloved jihan and fairuz. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mimi: golly, im extremely sorry about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad uhh. sorry to james too. and yeah mimi,&lt;br /&gt;we're really not fated to meet each other coincidentally.&lt;br /&gt;even when ur sooooo near my house yesterday? is it?&lt;br /&gt;haah siggghhhh. i really5 hope to see you around some day.&lt;br /&gt;miss you laaa psp(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i'll meet the 2e1 mates! yaaayy! i miss you&lt;br /&gt;guys man. i'll miss each and every lil things about each&lt;br /&gt;one of you((= too much exaggeration, haah. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;1E1'05 AND 2E1'06 RAWKS, RAWK MORE THAN&lt;br /&gt;YOU DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here mochafreaks, im off now.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you lovely people&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116247644891800892?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116247644891800892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116247644891800892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116247644891800892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116247644891800892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/11/loves-and-misses.html' title='loves and misses,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116217517002013045</id><published>2006-10-30T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:34:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey sweetfucks(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. blogger is really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;it is suffering from severe mood swings lately-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniways, yesterday was a happy eating day.&lt;br /&gt;stomach-filling foods which was yummmy.&lt;br /&gt;and i want that berry tropical kuih,!!&lt;br /&gt;there were adorable babies*SMILES*&lt;br /&gt;i adore lil babies like how i love shopping(:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be an old nanny with &lt;strong&gt;33&lt;/strong&gt; 1yearold&lt;br /&gt;babies! ooh and i want cats too! i want &lt;strong&gt;34&lt;/strong&gt; cats(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes to this lil CUTE boy over at tampines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 5TH YEAR SYUKRI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its fifth kan kak yan?*chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur so cute, baby! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i found this ancient photo! my primary one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0040.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/File0040.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay heres the survey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;*single, baby*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;*well quite,*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;with him fast?&lt;br /&gt;*i doubt so unless he is really cute/good-looking?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;*yes, too sad a memory*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in some circumstances where cheating&lt;br /&gt;love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;*i dunt agree so*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you take someone back if she cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;*obviously not! cheaters are losers, scram off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever talk about marriage with another before?&lt;br /&gt;*yes, too many people in fact. mom, sis, mimi, farina&amp;&amp;amp;..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;*yes!! i want cute lil babies with chubby cheeks and dimples!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many?&lt;br /&gt;*33! -chuckles- reality talk, around 2 or 3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;*well, if i cant, that is*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the&lt;br /&gt;best way to let you know her/his feelings?&lt;br /&gt;*do some research first? haha, actually, just tell me, i dunt&lt;br /&gt;harm people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;*if the guy is committed and if there's chemistry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Be honest, what is the furthest thing you n your ex did?&lt;br /&gt;*you invaders!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at the first sight?&lt;br /&gt;*not really, but they do exist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;*up to you to decide, im only romantic to certain people?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;*NOWP. simply because a person will change unless he/she wants&lt;br /&gt;to even though you try very hard to help him/her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;*no, i dunt give chances!(:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;*Currently,not.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever wished that you could have had someone&lt;br /&gt;but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;*sadly, yes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever broke a heart?&lt;br /&gt;*yes, dunt question too much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If one day your best friend falls in love with the&lt;br /&gt;boy you are deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;*reminiscing? feeling those that shld be felt and later,&lt;br /&gt;ask the guy to decide*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;*yes! my friends and my PSP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Write down their names in the list below. Tag them in their blog to&lt;br /&gt;let them know.&lt;br /&gt;1)Elsa&lt;br /&gt;2)Lilian&lt;br /&gt;3)Farina&lt;br /&gt;4)Kim&lt;br /&gt;5)&amp;&amp;amp;those who wants to do it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, take note people,&lt;br /&gt;1st november(wed)- jalan rayer with 2E1&lt;br /&gt;8th november(wed)- with npcc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th(mon) and 7th(tues) with parkviewans,&lt;br /&gt;hafiz, lets just hope this time ur plan works ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i miss you children! i miss mimi too!&lt;br /&gt;smooches, &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116217517002013045?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116217517002013045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116217517002013045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116217517002013045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116217517002013045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-sweetfucks_30.html' title='hey sweetfucks(:'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116176549431090526</id><published>2006-10-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:38:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings to all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was so much fun, and awesomely HOT. enjoyed myself,&lt;br /&gt;ate my heart out. haha, well not really laa. the food was HEAVENLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;all those traditional foods(duh), kuehs and brownies. yummy. ok we didnt&lt;br /&gt;only eat(heh..?), asked for forgiveness and took pictures. we didnt take proper&lt;br /&gt;and many pictures. like snap here, snap there and wooosh. DONE. we didnt take&lt;br /&gt;pic with dad's side! im sooooooooo pissed cos my hands were lazy enough to grab&lt;br /&gt;the digicam. yat&amp;gang were like busy taking candid shots and they took so many&lt;br /&gt;of sis and me unexpectedly. but i didnt smile to any. HAHA. and i love baby zikri,&lt;br /&gt;ure CUTE. hot dimples, hot cheeks, hot chin, hot body(?)!&lt;br /&gt;okay enough talk, let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;style sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us promoting the garden(HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diana&amp;humyrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing her cheeks once in a blue moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family=love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d&amp;h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIKRI CUTEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/rayer%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/rayer%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at his cheeks and chin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done thats it for the pictures=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;so today, received report slip. got 4th in class and 9th in level.&lt;br /&gt;and im having a tough time choosing the class i wanna go to. not boasting&lt;br /&gt;or what, but im scared to go to 3E1. and tell me geography or history?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;im confused. show me the cure please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116176549431090526?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116176549431090526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116176549431090526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116176549431090526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116176549431090526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/greetings-to-all.html' title='greetings to all.'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116165509303121508</id><published>2006-10-24T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:58:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy or sad or pissed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH TO MYSELF=D (23rd Oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 13TH SALAMAHAFIFI(24th Oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH HAZIYAH!(25th Oct)&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;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL MUSLIMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to give thanks to those who wished me!&lt;br /&gt;gazillion thanks, thanks for the presents. thanks, thanks and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;farizah's card is pretty! ahahah, creative. thanks girly. and ive unexpected&lt;br /&gt;bdae wishes from ervina and some others. woww. greatly shocked.&lt;br /&gt;thanks mimi for staying up at 12 to wish me. i love you candycanes!&lt;br /&gt;smoooches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;damn you assholes, im full of hatred towards you.&lt;br /&gt;biased towards me and her or rather us.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, i wont forgive you, never would i. u made&lt;br /&gt;this hari rayer sucks, in fact all the hari rayers. i HATE you.&lt;br /&gt;wow, i suppose im totally dumb. to think i'd be jealous&lt;br /&gt;over your love. oh my god. thats was when i was small, when i was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;so cut it you dumbfcuks. you love them more than us,&lt;br /&gt;not even caring for us, all you do is pretend. shitzers.&lt;br /&gt;but hell, we can see through that. not that i care abt ur love,&lt;br /&gt;but hey, im soo fooled man. biased shit i hate you fuckass.&lt;br /&gt;you dunoe how hurt it feels okay. all of you are just the same.&lt;br /&gt;you may take that gift back. i dunt want it. not even caring&lt;br /&gt;about us, our bdaes. u know shit about us. all you know is them.&lt;br /&gt;them, them, them. but its okay, i have other better loved ones&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry no offence, but at least we have the brains even though&lt;br /&gt;to you, we have no looks. you people are just pretenders, so dengki&lt;br /&gt;that we have more. cumer nk tumpang je. you made use of us fools.&lt;br /&gt;i wunt forgive you that u did that to ---. I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116165509303121508?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116165509303121508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116165509303121508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116165509303121508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116165509303121508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-or-sad-or-pissed.html' title='happy or sad or pissed?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116133742975946364</id><published>2006-10-20T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:09:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh candycanes i love you!</title><content type='html'>greetings to world. yes salute me, im updating now.&lt;br /&gt;too much things happened in times of not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, effing lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first things first. i'll list down my ugly marks for you people.&lt;br /&gt;english- shant tell you. its too low and i know u got higher than me&lt;br /&gt;so cut it.&lt;br /&gt;maths paper 1: 34/50&lt;br /&gt;maths paper 2: 30/50&lt;br /&gt;malay paper 1: 49/70&lt;br /&gt;malay paper 2: 56/80&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: 31.5/40&lt;br /&gt;biology: 30.5/40&lt;br /&gt;physics: 33.5/40&lt;br /&gt;geography: 64.5/80&lt;br /&gt;history: 43/65&lt;br /&gt;literature: 51.5/80(not sure)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, need not comment on my marks. it is super disappointing. too many&lt;br /&gt;carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buke with candycanes were fun time. first day, it was such humorous times&lt;br /&gt;with all those burpings and all. our mountain fries werent finished eaten.&lt;br /&gt;tsk2. took pictures, we conquered ws macs. tsk3. we were the loudest there.&lt;br /&gt;and we saw this lil indian boy whom we teased that he was the one who was lost&lt;br /&gt;during the hai carnival. haha, jihan said that loud and there was his father behind&lt;br /&gt;us. we laughed a lot till we were full. 2nd day, undesirable things happened.&lt;br /&gt;shant elaborate. perhaps, it was too much of her? God knows. bought food. and hey,&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, there was MIMI. ahahah=DDDDD ate with her, *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;thats a surprise man. and oh on monday went to bank with her. such coolness.&lt;br /&gt;returned the diary and off to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post exam activities were kinda boring. the camp was ohmygod. i think i should&lt;br /&gt;thank cikgu siti for organizing the malay programme. thank God. appeared that&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong, totally wrong. ahaha. paisey2. tskkk. ishh, heard that they had to hold&lt;br /&gt;frogs on the 2nd day. they even had to play relay with the froggies?! like nutheads.&lt;br /&gt;phewwww much, im safe at the malay programme. typical adwyna screamed and&lt;br /&gt;cried. irritating, letme have some peace? haha. DARUL'S CLOUD NINE RAWKS.&lt;br /&gt;cindy was funny, but i like her attitude and all. friendly and humble. cldnt help&lt;br /&gt;keeping track of the time when i was there. cldnt wait to get outta the place! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next day, we're off for the malay programme. first was the music thgy with&lt;br /&gt;nuradee. yes people, its nuradee, nuradee. haaha. they're fun people! they are&lt;br /&gt;humble for rich people. i enjoyed the session with them. next was batik painting.&lt;br /&gt;the cnadle was scary. i didnt wna spend hari raya with scalded hands. nearly&lt;br /&gt;dropped the 'canting' filled with hot wax on to my cloth as well as hands. pheww.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun colouring the thg. but the person just had to rush us. and so i didnt care,&lt;br /&gt;and just drip any colours, mix them onto the cloth. and this was how it ended like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to east coast park. making poems. izah's poem got selected&lt;br /&gt;and nuradee made it into a song. how shall i put it. uhmm, tune it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dikir barat part. omfg. cant imagine myself doing dikir barat. cos i hate&lt;br /&gt;it before and kinda enjoyed it that time. lol. must be because of certain people&lt;br /&gt;who made me hate dikir. -.- GROUP A RAWK BABEY. nicer than group B, everybody&lt;br /&gt;agrees. ((= ahahah. OURS HAVE ORIGINALITY, get it lil kiddos? ours groovy, so what if they're dikir barat people there? -.- ours better. and EKA, U RAwk too. the instructor,&lt;br /&gt;cldnt help laughing hearing him talk, like ina said, his language is ONE IN A MILLION.&lt;br /&gt;lol. yes and so, played with the sand, took pic with cikgu and then went back school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's activity quite fun laa. did the music concert. yeaaa. the percussion&lt;br /&gt;workshop was cooooooool. had a time of my life there, playing drums like a mad soul.&lt;br /&gt;i paisey-ed myself enough alrdy. but i enjoyed. ahaha. save my face somebody! i hit&lt;br /&gt;the drums anyhow, and struck the cymbals. vent my anger sort of? hahaa. FUNNN.&lt;br /&gt;thats what inexperienced people do. hahaa. fun laaa, and ina said, it almost made her deaf. awww too bad. played the things lik thrice since some of the guys were gays. cikgu was like laughing at me. everybody looked at me, and laughed. haha. shocked. rachel, we love you! ur sooo talented. hehe, and 2e1 will win so shut everybody. and there's this dance group like OMG. eewww. i only like effika and leona. the rest can go and die. syafarah what sia, forget all her steps. HAHAHA. eew. imitation mickey wna act bitchy there, and trying to show off her boobies and pussy there. like ugly laa, u maggi-haired girl. tangkap jambu seh everyone there cept for those 2 mentioned. soo, screw the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. you missed me too right? haaha lame. okay toodles, done with my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/PIC%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/PIC%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116133742975946364?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116133742975946364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116133742975946364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116133742975946364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116133742975946364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-candycanes-i-love-you.html' title='oh candycanes i love you!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116055826447044416</id><published>2006-10-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:26:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.flash-gear.com/draw/drw.php?f=1&amp;id=760996&amp;a=1727870748&amp;b=1134048682" quality=high scale=noscale salign=LT bgcolor="FFFFFF"  width="550" height="525" name="draw" align="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116055826447044416?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116055826447044416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116055826447044416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116055826447044416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116055826447044416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116036512273673316</id><published>2006-10-09T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:04:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th heaven!</title><content type='html'>hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slmt rayer&lt;/strong&gt; =DD whoopsydooo. my apologies, im in the mood to&lt;br /&gt;hari raya right now! i cnt concentrate on mugging and seriously,&lt;br /&gt;im in the rayer mood hooorahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started from yesterday though. mum and dad decided to make&lt;br /&gt;a trip to Ikea to purchase furnitures and some other essentials to&lt;br /&gt;add on the decor. the siblings stayed at home to mug, duh. and so,&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad decided to go geylang instead to shop for clothes since&lt;br /&gt;it was already late. and they didnt tell us that they're going to geylang!&lt;br /&gt;how fascinating. mum called my hp to say that there're beautiful kebaya's&lt;br /&gt;and asked if i want them. DUH. i want but some other times since i didnt&lt;br /&gt;follow. sis and me were sooo pissed. then they went home with their stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;nyeahhs. then after that, as planned went to buke at my cousin's and then&lt;br /&gt;aft awhile, pestered mum and dad to go geylang=DD and so we did.&lt;br /&gt;reached there ard 8.30. went ard RH and all &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; within 45 min, we bought&lt;br /&gt;4 bajus already. im sooooo happy. &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING EQUATES TO LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is, mum, sis and me can share all the bajus. isnt that great? plus the&lt;br /&gt;whole closet of clothes in my room. suddenly, i have a loooooooooooooooot of baju&lt;br /&gt;to wear plus sister's gorgeous clothes that i can fit=PP as well as the tempah ones.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to pick and choose. life is great. so the next trip to geylang would be&lt;br /&gt;for daddy's and syira's. im so contented. so we got home and instead of studying,&lt;br /&gt;we tried on the clothes, old clothes, &lt;em&gt;berangan &lt;/em&gt;and talked for hours. i was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to sleep but thanks to mum who was constantly asking me to try on the clothes and&lt;br /&gt;sis grievances about not being able to wear contacts if her eyes is still sore during&lt;br /&gt;rayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need &lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt; other things and my life is set off for rayer=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is Lord&amp;Berry's(unsure of the spelling) natural-look pink lipstick,&lt;br /&gt;a new handbag thats pretty as well as a pair of contact lenses. goshh i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 PAPERS TO GO AND GOODBYE EXAMS! im supposed to be studying, no?&lt;br /&gt;argghhh, i wanna rayer now and find my stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, is this reality or what? why does good things last for only awhile instead of&lt;br /&gt;forever? like just now, in the morning, that few minutes, was most probably the&lt;br /&gt;last time i would see her? are you sure? i cant believe it, no? 2 years past that fast?&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps 1 and a half year since i knew her. yes, i do agree that time doesn't wait&lt;br /&gt;for anyone but this is super unfair. WHAT?! im really shocked, mixture of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;sad, unhappy, angry? noo. i dunoe. oh God, im not believing this. im soooooooo&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss you badly. yes, BADLY. heartwrenching, thats what i feel. =/&lt;br /&gt;iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou. ur just my everything. hugs&amp;amp;kisses for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: iyesha was well-behaved and innocent just now. im soo dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;due to that, we played with her. awwwww. she is sooo sweet and cute&lt;br /&gt;if she is well-behaved=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116036512273673316?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116036512273673316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116036512273673316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116036512273673316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116036512273673316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/7th-heaven.html' title='7th heaven!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116028051558187681</id><published>2006-10-08T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:08:35.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haze-oh-haze</title><content type='html'>yesterday's atmosphere was quite bad. very bad, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;the PSI index was quite high too. cldnt breathe properly.&lt;br /&gt;it was killing me, super thick, like could it get any worst?&lt;br /&gt;looked out of the window only to see blurred vision of&lt;br /&gt;everythg. i felt like i was eating haze during buke. cos the&lt;br /&gt;haze kinda got into my house which was super disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;knock knock, stop burning stuffs, global warming, ozone&lt;br /&gt;depletion will get worse ok. geographical indeed. as&lt;br /&gt;the saying goes ' save the Earth. ' so anyhoodles, its clearing&lt;br /&gt;up now. lets pray it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; tmr would be lit. sighh. i cldnt get anythg into my head&lt;br /&gt;despite reading it. i dozed off a few times while reading. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;so after this, shall memorise the idioms and vocab. and lets&lt;br /&gt;just look through maths again. maths is really pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;just hope that i'll get at least 50. oh prettyplease. sigghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; zizi! def its &lt;strong&gt;not me&lt;/strong&gt; laa. i dunt do such things. was bloghopping&lt;br /&gt;at urs and was so shocked to see ur taggy. i was like WHAAAT?!&lt;br /&gt;i dunt have any connections with those initials. aiyoo. you, the one&lt;br /&gt;who is guilty(ooops!) go tell her laaa. =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116028051558187681?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116028051558187681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116028051558187681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116028051558187681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116028051558187681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-oh-haze.html' title='haze-oh-haze'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-116011690243176841</id><published>2006-10-06T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:41:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh pretty terrible</title><content type='html'>wooosh. im gonna update. yeahh update abt this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;sucha long time since i updated. soo for starters, its the exam week.&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah. 8 papers down, 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng paper 1 was &lt;strong&gt;horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally had no idea of what to write about. so i chose&lt;br /&gt;'the misunderstanding' which im very sure that i wld fail or smth.&lt;br /&gt;then the letter of complaint, danggg. i didnt write the date, so format&lt;br /&gt;minus marks. and i had to idea to whom im writing to. i know its the&lt;br /&gt;newspaper but what.. to manager? newspaper agency? okay dopeshit.&lt;br /&gt;then its history. dammmn. i totally had no idea on how to do the SBQ.&lt;br /&gt;so like ard 20 marks disappear into thin air. other than SBQ, its fine i guess?&lt;br /&gt;then, here came malay paper 1. that was fine. plenty of time. i slept but that&lt;br /&gt;chinese teacher woke me up. -.- my story was typical but i love the&lt;br /&gt;language. heheeheh. then its the eng paper 2. summary like wth. i dun&lt;br /&gt;understd nuts. yeah. geography was pathetic as usual. memorised like&lt;br /&gt;hell but nuts came out. tell me she soooo hv a &lt;strong&gt;black heart&lt;/strong&gt;. she nvr give us&lt;br /&gt;revision list, unlike some other classes that even got maths hints. our&lt;br /&gt;class knew shit la okay. whats it with 2e1 teachers? malay paper2 damn&lt;br /&gt;tricky, science, i dun wish to elaborate. im expecting a 20/40 for each paper.&lt;br /&gt;im supersad laa. &lt;strong&gt;MATHS PAPER 2 IS THE WORST OF ALL.&lt;/strong&gt; tell me&lt;br /&gt;im gna get a single digit. seriously, i dunoe how to do all cept for qn 1.&lt;br /&gt;humyrah, ur sooo dead. cmon lets dig my grave. and that yacking gay freak&lt;br /&gt;contributed the most to my distraction during maths paper. he scolded&lt;br /&gt;us because we're studying? &lt;strong&gt;holy schemoly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home ec, wow, i got 80/100. potential home ec student? hahhh-.-&lt;br /&gt;i really wna change my home ec marks to maths. dear God, please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soo. i got to know that one of my pri sch juniors suffered a weird illness.&lt;br /&gt;most probably because she accidentally stepped on the chinese redish thg on&lt;br /&gt;the grasses. i pity her a lot uhh. and i used not to like her because she mixed&lt;br /&gt;with people i do not like, those minahs. cause her batch is known to hv the&lt;br /&gt;most minahs laa. alamak guilty laa. according to fairuz, she is a nice girl if she&lt;br /&gt;doesnt mix with those hooligans. yeah so she is a pretty la, but now her face&lt;br /&gt;changed a lot due to the medicine she has to take. that medicine makes&lt;br /&gt;her grow damn thin but at the same time, the doc gave her a medicine so that&lt;br /&gt;she'll grow fat,then one of her eyes is blind. omg, seriously, i really pity her.&lt;br /&gt;den at the same time, yesterday, we had to pray for this guy, named isaac from&lt;br /&gt;sec 4. suffered from cancer and is currently on chemotheraphy. sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;feel so sad and sympathetic for them. he even had to go through 0 level with&lt;br /&gt;his condition. God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im soooo shocked. i dunoe what im feeling actually. after like 2 years or so&lt;br /&gt;we didnt meet. now we catch the same bus to sch. no wonder i hvnt seen you&lt;br /&gt;since last year. its like you, take the early bus?! HAHAA. i cnt face u laa really.&lt;br /&gt;im like so &lt;strong&gt;dumbfounded.&lt;/strong&gt; and of all days, when i'd be having comprehension&lt;br /&gt;and maths exam. damnnnn. i know u feel nothing laa okay with that i-dunoe-you&lt;br /&gt;look on ur face. goshh, drift off laaa. go take other buses. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt and kinda feeling so sad. i was like happily going home yst only to find out&lt;br /&gt;that my dearest wasnt feeling fine cause of me. im really sorryfor i was ignorant&lt;br /&gt;towards you. *guilty conscience* i shldnt hv said bye like that. i didnt know my&lt;br /&gt;tone was kinda cold or smth or like i-dunt-care-about-you. im sorry. goshhh.&lt;br /&gt;im realy sorry cos u actually waited for me aft art and i was like super unappreciative&lt;br /&gt;by saying bye. &lt;strong&gt;SORRRRRY dearest sis.&lt;/strong&gt; but hurt laa. ur words really punched me man.&lt;br /&gt;when u told me not to care abt u anymore and that u've a feeling i do not care abt you.&lt;br /&gt;*ouch!!!!* i know its my fault laa, budden i reallyyyyyyyyyy care and love you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel really bad seh. but i wassssssssss and am so happy to see you just nowww.&lt;br /&gt;although u might not see/feel it. but i was really happy=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-116011690243176841?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/116011690243176841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=116011690243176841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116011690243176841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/116011690243176841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-pretty-terrible.html' title='oh pretty terrible'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115951061706068517</id><published>2006-09-29T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:16:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugging disorder</title><content type='html'>im supposed to study! but here i am blogging. i dunt know why.&lt;br /&gt;its like siggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. boringboringboring lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;nobody is gna sms me. thats one thing. another is, there's no&lt;br /&gt;fcuking smses in there cos ALL hv been deleted since i&lt;br /&gt;thought its gna be confiscated&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;that she will read it.&lt;br /&gt;so hell yeah, its too annoying. even if there's no one&lt;br /&gt;to sms me, at least or the very least, i thought i cld just&lt;br /&gt;glance and read my old smses. at least it wld still be&lt;br /&gt;fine and i wld smile. *frownss* theres totally nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoshh. my life's empty. yayyyy. today i see &lt;strong&gt;ms pretty(=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me ask u smth. why are you sooooo nice to me? touched laa!&lt;br /&gt;hurray. its been such longg time since i last saw you?&lt;br /&gt;hahah thought i wldnt since i didnt see ur shadow in the&lt;br /&gt;canteen. that will cause more misery laaa okay.&lt;br /&gt;so i found out, u wanted to play hide and seek with me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;eyhhh. heaps of luck to you and others taking ur N's next week.&lt;br /&gt;though this luck wunt help you at all, still, i wna wish u people&lt;br /&gt;goooodluck. so now, everybody, come on, lets study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you wonderful angels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115951061706068517?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115951061706068517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115951061706068517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115951061706068517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115951061706068517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/mugging-disorder.html' title='mugging disorder'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115945032813439037</id><published>2006-09-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:53:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flabbergasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello angels and demons.&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda fun at school. i dunt know why. oh maybe&lt;br /&gt;its cause i see my &lt;strong&gt;darlings&lt;/strong&gt;. really emphasise on it.&lt;br /&gt;physics was kinda annoying cos its not well-explained.&lt;br /&gt;but i was amused by the stories she told us.&lt;br /&gt;then its history, confessions of the manic hispanics.&lt;br /&gt;i know very well that i wunt ace sbq section. so goodluck&lt;br /&gt;with it. maths, yes finally i understood that confusing indices&lt;br /&gt;thing. hey then it was home ec. goshhh, fist time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed mrs choo's lesson. only in times like this that she&lt;br /&gt;will not be such a pain. she was quite nice, amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;awwwww, really, she was SUPERNICE. especially after we&lt;br /&gt;said thank you to her. then she said we're sucha nice class&lt;br /&gt;to teach.. =DD we baked this bread-fruitcake-like thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was yummy. and she made for us mooncakes!&lt;br /&gt;tell us she was supernice. but my place, near the sink there,&lt;br /&gt;was infected by slow-walking ants. hahaha. how fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;dead, rotting ants underneath the chopping board. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;and today is bubble tea day again. my last time drinking it&lt;br /&gt;before i fast tomorrow. hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a love note&lt;br /&gt;to my good friend &lt;u&gt;anonymous,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhh. did i just smell jealousy here? aww. apparently someone&lt;br /&gt;out there cudnt accept the reality of me having such wondeful&lt;br /&gt;friends or "perhaps me being the so-called 'it girl' in sch..?"&lt;br /&gt;sadded much. what do you mean 'chill out babe'? that's supposedly&lt;br /&gt;meant for you, i reckon. you're just grieving over your life deluded&lt;br /&gt;of soulmates. good gracious, lets hope God will bless your soul and&lt;br /&gt;bless you with many friends all right? anyhoodles, if my blog or rather&lt;br /&gt;post entries doesnt make any sense to you, are u blind or smth to notice&lt;br /&gt;the 'X' on top? i suggest you get your eyes checked and even better,&lt;br /&gt;get a pair of glasses ok? deprived case i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw heres one from my sis. well, see. not only do i have friends,&lt;br /&gt;but also a sister who is sooo concerned and caring. =DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"funny, as i recall, your comments are just too&lt;br /&gt;contradistinctive! etc. have you got any balls or sth, since you don't effin&lt;br /&gt;have the guts to reveal yourself? or if you're an effin female, don't you at&lt;br /&gt;least have tits to show how 'magnanimous' you are by giving such 'fearful'&lt;br /&gt;comments? HAH, pure ironic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sweetpies, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you psp(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115945032813439037?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115945032813439037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115945032813439037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115945032813439037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115945032813439037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/flabbergasted.html' title='flabbergasted.'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115936620457832987</id><published>2006-09-27T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:10:04.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt screw physics! 3 cheers for me. despite not understanding&lt;br /&gt;the chapter on sound fully. managed to get a 46. i cldnt believe it.&lt;br /&gt;cos it seemed tooo impossible. and and what an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;i won adwyna! well, wldnt ya wna clap for me? ok ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;today was super boring/annoying i dunoe why. maybe cos of that&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps this? sighh. mrs choo was sooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;noisy. well, thats typical of her. the home ec test was crap laaa.&lt;br /&gt;three essay qns. one of which my ans was only a few lines long and&lt;br /&gt;i actually brainstormed the ans there. its abt the functions of water.&lt;br /&gt;bio stuffs came off my head. okay whatever den after sch, went ws&lt;br /&gt;to buy bubble tea. heh. okay goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115936620457832987?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115936620457832987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115936620457832987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115936620457832987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115936620457832987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-didnt-screw-physics-3-cheers-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115919432737132112</id><published>2006-09-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:29:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am doomed, i know</title><content type='html'>olleh. hello laaa.&lt;br /&gt;im super sad today. need you ask why..? who would wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;sighhh. i cldnt help crying today. locked myself in the room since&lt;br /&gt;i got home and only came out like just now ard 9 to watch spore idol&lt;br /&gt;which had long started. damnnn. im so gna catch the encore telecast.&lt;br /&gt;sister was supernice(= at least that cheered me somehow. my eyes&lt;br /&gt;are all sore right now after all those cryings. the only thing i did was&lt;br /&gt;studied home ec and Pe. den i slept. it really killed my appetite and&lt;br /&gt;the whole day, i only ate dinner, some frutips and the biscuits nuan2&lt;br /&gt;bought. oh thank you so much, speaking of the biscuit, fidah again,&lt;br /&gt;woww, thats secretive much? never experienced this in my school&lt;br /&gt;journey. as in really. its embarrassing, duh cos we're not that open&lt;br /&gt;with the guys. yupss. fancy you weighing those biscuits. ahaha, cldnt&lt;br /&gt;help laughing. okay back to the sad mode. nowp, i wunt smile.&lt;br /&gt;and and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hady Mirza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; won. my beloved guy won! ohh yay.&lt;br /&gt;but im not that happy though. lucky that jon L nvr win. cos he super&lt;br /&gt;suck up to that dickhead laa. he wasnt himself, he was so talkative.&lt;br /&gt;please laaaa. just shut ur ass up. ur irritating me to the bones la ok.&lt;br /&gt;u ninnytoots. okayyy, that is enough. gooo hadyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;im sooooo missing my dear sweetypie. *HUGS* hugs and kisses to all.&lt;br /&gt;bye fuckers, im gna sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115919432737132112?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115919432737132112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115919432737132112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115919432737132112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115919432737132112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-doomed-i-know.html' title='am doomed, i know'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115874587662372184</id><published>2006-09-20T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:05:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis on the cross,</title><content type='html'>i didnt expect my literature marks to be higher than geog and history.&lt;br /&gt;woww, im greatly amazed. and its A1 okay but history and geog as much&lt;br /&gt;as i expect for an A2, got a b3 instead which was 67 for both. uhmm.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently disgusted by mr fat bum. seriously, i cant stand him. get off&lt;br /&gt;my back laa okay. well farizah, thanks for that HORRIFYING news.&lt;br /&gt;im utterly disgusted. how can that be? NOOOOO. ur kidding im sure.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of it turns me off. yesterday, he offered to help me get up&lt;br /&gt;when he had caused me to be flat on the ground. and stop poking me.&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY. UR SCARY OKAY. and apparently, im annoyed with another&lt;br /&gt;one. whats with u demanding people? I wish I could throw you my most&lt;br /&gt;derisive look and let you know my contempt towards yourself. im sorry but&lt;br /&gt;i really am irritated. you need to be in the known that u shldnt depend&lt;br /&gt;on others too much. its not that im not sincere or what but it is always like&lt;br /&gt;this. and whenever its not up to ur expectation, u wld throw us that look&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes uw ld go on saying that its ugly. be thankful my dear one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and hey, another lame thing thats going around. whats with that&lt;br /&gt;two-faces and backstabbing all about..? it takes two person to lie,&lt;br /&gt;the person who lie, of course and the other who believes the lie.&lt;br /&gt;so all the best laa okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and farina is the best laaa. our problems with certain people, well, sucks&lt;br /&gt;right? fun laaa tadi dlm music room. feel so much better after saying it man.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i detest their type of thinking. who are they to label people?&lt;br /&gt;screw them for that laa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115874587662372184?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115874587662372184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115874587662372184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115874587662372184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115874587662372184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/crisis-on-cross.html' title='Crisis on the cross,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115830921760043989</id><published>2006-09-15T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:53:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's crash,</title><content type='html'>well, what's done cannot be undone. got my history result and it was even&lt;br /&gt;more disappointing than geography. received the class photos which was&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be given out long time ago. so its kinda ancient.&lt;br /&gt;some people were pretty funny in the photos that gave me&lt;br /&gt;a tummyache after laughing heartily with farizah. oh girl, u spotted those&lt;br /&gt;minor2 stuffs. hahaa, but abt HER, i really cldnt stand it laaaa. ur so mean!&lt;br /&gt;and josha, we laughed even before you told us about it. hahaaaa, we were&lt;br /&gt;the first to laugh la okay. sk witnessed it all. hahaaa. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;and again, supposed to receive our report book today but&lt;br /&gt;we didnt cos the principal wanted to see it. yea quite a disappointment for&lt;br /&gt;malay result cos 2e4 girls said the highest is only 74 which is nadia. no A1.&lt;br /&gt;sadded. which means i got even lower la. this CT result is totally beyond&lt;br /&gt;expectation. sighh. and yeah haziyah, $100000? uhmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0031.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0031.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115830921760043989?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115830921760043989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115830921760043989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115830921760043989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115830921760043989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-crash.html' title='let&apos;s crash,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115806924849093596</id><published>2006-09-12T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:07:56.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh pretty terrible</title><content type='html'>for starters, nowp farina, im telling you again its not play station portable.&lt;br /&gt;nothing near that. ur instinct is super wrong. hahaa! and nowp, haziyah, not&lt;br /&gt;please syamimi please. hahaa this is getting more interesting listening to&lt;br /&gt;weird things but i still enjoy it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, received maths. somberly somber. got 30 outta 50. sigh, but still,&lt;br /&gt;considered okay since i left a lot blank and weird fraction answers. hoping&lt;br /&gt;that fids and nabz are feeling okay now. and to jihan and farina too. okay&lt;br /&gt;and everybodyboobledoo. and to someone or sometwo, u dun nidda whisper&lt;br /&gt;or whatever silly craps u tried to do okay. though u knew mine, im not as bad&lt;br /&gt;as to invade that privacy of urs. its fine with me if u dun wna tell me, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;such a repugnant thg. im not that bothered la okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was such a pain in the ass just now. life is sweet. So fuck it to those who's&lt;br /&gt;making pathetic attempts to ruin it, good luck with it sweet chumps. though i&lt;br /&gt;was really pissed in the brain. what a world, filled with unjust people. oh hell.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt give two fucks abt it though i am right now. its just annoying me. maybe&lt;br /&gt;u were suffering from severe pms(pardon me for saying that cos im not in the right&lt;br /&gt;mind.) or perhaps irritated with me cos i lacked of initiative. ive never had initiative&lt;br /&gt;people and hey i tried to volunteer and all just now and was trying to be supernice&lt;br /&gt;to you (which was unlike me, so u shld feel honoured) but u simply gave me that&lt;br /&gt;kinda face. sorry but i dunt know why im irritated by you today. and kudos to my&lt;br /&gt;strong legs that managed to survive a marathon just now. its breaking and cracking&lt;br /&gt;apart i tell ya. and to whoever that kinda steal the socks which u wunt need it in any&lt;br /&gt;ways. sucha dumb thief i guess. kudos to you people, for my blueblack knees and&lt;br /&gt;so much for initiative trying to lead a fucken cheer when that selfish one and ALL&lt;br /&gt;u fucktards didnt even repeat after me. u pieces of dumbshits. im tired of getting&lt;br /&gt;pumped or punished okay. theres too much punishment going ard today. my skin&lt;br /&gt;is not meant for being tortured u balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh psp, u cheered me up laa! &lt;333333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115806924849093596?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115806924849093596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115806924849093596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115806924849093596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115806924849093596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-pretty-terrible.html' title='oh pretty terrible'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115796583346531876</id><published>2006-09-11T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:16:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS MODE:ON.</title><content type='html'>literature, what a start for the day. sigh. she still hasn't returned us&lt;br /&gt;our test wayy back from last term. okay, like any other normal lit lesson,&lt;br /&gt;typical mrs thang just went on and on with the story. mind you it was&lt;br /&gt;sleepy. next was physics, and we had a relief teacher cos ms chua didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;that was something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 4 periods straight of Ms Faten. that was because there was no assembly&lt;br /&gt;due to prelims. how i suffered in there. so during eng, we received 4 papers&lt;br /&gt;back. yay at least i didnt screw bio, hoorah! i got 42 outta 50. okay then compre,&lt;br /&gt;i DIDN'T FAIL. i got 31 and a half over 50. phewwwww. next is compo. ahh, no&lt;br /&gt;matter how hard i try to produce a good story, i just cant and i would just get an&lt;br /&gt;unsatisfying mark which is equivalent to dumbfcuk. i got 17 and a half over 30.&lt;br /&gt;emo-screamo. okay then, it's the grammar test. i screwed this one duh. ohh, i shan't&lt;br /&gt;type out this one cos its just too embarrassing. nearly forget, geo was hell.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed this one too with a 34 outta 50. i hate it laaa. dammmnnn. geo,&lt;br /&gt;down the drain. was expecting a 40 or 39 at the very least. ok well, i need to study&lt;br /&gt;more. yupp. okay malay lesson is horrible. that teacher is kinda funny but lame.&lt;br /&gt;i dunoe whether i'll survive his lesson. holy-schemoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i know i wasnt very nice just now to talk about the mosturizer thgy.&lt;br /&gt;but farina and fidah, man u guys had to spoil it all. *smacks!* i wasnt referring&lt;br /&gt;to her only okay, as much as i do. fine, i know im not tactful. i know im super-mean.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant stand it laa. well, because i was annoyed with her posts and all talking&lt;br /&gt;about the same thing over and over again. okay now im being sucha nice person to&lt;br /&gt;say that its not as bad as one of our juniors. oh well, i'll try to be supernice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i miss my &lt;strong&gt;psp&lt;/strong&gt;! hey farina, still wondering what psp is? nyaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;figure it out urself. and certainly, its &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; play station portable -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115796583346531876?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115796583346531876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115796583346531876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115796583346531876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115796583346531876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/stress-modeon.html' title='STRESS MODE:ON.'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115773035128415691</id><published>2006-09-08T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:50:16.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the HAPPY state of mind,</title><content type='html'>hello wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;just now, made a visit to fee's. met her and amirah at the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;then, we chatted and looking at some lunatics shouting and screaming&lt;br /&gt;for Hady when he wasnt even there. well, okayy. im a fan of Hady but&lt;br /&gt;not his real-big-lunatic fan. gosh, sporeans are crazy people, dunt u agree&lt;br /&gt;so? okay we went to the bus stop and waited for the guys who were slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sembahyang jumaat lah tu. right. &lt;/em&gt;finally those doods came. wow, what a&lt;br /&gt;drastic change in height. asyraf, as tall and clown-like face as always.&lt;br /&gt;hafiz, wow, u gave me a shock of my life. ur DARNN tall. adri, hey dood,&lt;br /&gt;ur supposed to be shorter than me okay?! but nvm, ur still as timid as ever.&lt;br /&gt;faris, man u too have grown. and woah, dah maju nmpk, no more nerd-oh-specs.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh and one more, ADIB, my good friend. HAHAHA. thanks for the souvenir&lt;br /&gt;yeah. cldnt help laughing with amirah! lol. okay so ate brownies and golly,&lt;br /&gt;i was so full. and really guys, we have some catching up to do. im left way behind.&lt;br /&gt;ok so amirah's mum got pregnant, and i didnt know. syahirah shifted house.&lt;br /&gt;and what else? oh yeah, the guys arent with ilyas anymore. catfights i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ok so we planned for rayer outing. so hectic man. amirah still hvnt change,&lt;br /&gt;still as loud as always. lol. ohh then, we went to siglap, just nice for the interview&lt;br /&gt;or so session. wow, when the gates opened, the crowd dashed in. tsk3. ohh,&lt;br /&gt;i met the siglap npcc crew sec 2 and 3 and also their maam. -__-.&lt;br /&gt;saw syafiq and sharifah. u waved. yay! ahaha. ok then we took photos of hady&lt;br /&gt;and off he went. faris and hafiz funny sia were like imitating those minahs&lt;br /&gt;shouting. we were like exactly in front of that bus and he waved to us, ONLY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;oh we rawk super big time. hahaa to u guys who were inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at geylang. *LAUGHS*. my cuz funny la. it was kinda oily inside the arnold's&lt;br /&gt;and she was like' mak. licin seh. bleh buat michael jackson nyer joget.' hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;yadaayadaa. we got bored and we went into shop and save and camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. thats was hell funny. we went to a place where there's nobody.&lt;br /&gt;we were trying to promote those noodles, detergents stuffs. then got someone&lt;br /&gt;walked pass and we were paisey so we immediately threw them on the shelf and ran.&lt;br /&gt;all went different way man. lol. then again, we went to the kotex corner. i was about&lt;br /&gt;to snap a pic with sis and cuz when 2 malay guys walked pass and again, we threw&lt;br /&gt;the kotex on the shelf and ran. hahaa paisey siah. and finally, off we went home.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you my psp. *winks* and hey it turned out FUN unexpectedly. take care&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous lil ones. i love u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115773035128415691?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115773035128415691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115773035128415691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115773035128415691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115773035128415691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-happy-state-of-mind.html' title='In the HAPPY state of mind,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115768735342603551</id><published>2006-09-08T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:58:22.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty survey</title><content type='html'>do you envy somebody this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes those who have unique-but-nice clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell whether a person is lying or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perhaps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/What is tattooed on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biuret solution is a mixture of sodium hydroxide and copper sulphate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;itchy2 scratchy2 up and down my backywacky. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup, see those marks on my body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend who's pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohh too many pretty ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lot of bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, pretty little i guess?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get low grades? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after all those muggings, yes. i'm sucha cryduck you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who freaks you out the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive no brother you see. care to be mine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he/she in love with you too?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etc etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could rewind time, at what moment would you go back to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;times when i'm small and cute &amp; when there's no mugging required&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your biggest enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creepy crawlies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody that hates you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well how abt 2 people? &amp;amp; they're the daughters of Mr J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you experienced having a fight with the person you have feelings for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uhmm, i guess so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you torture other people? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess so cause ive sucha hot temper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you like better coke or pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smoothies; the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to getting good results for streaming. i hope so *cross fingers*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when my phone decided to take a nap in the middle of a conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that time stops when you finally see the love of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bwoy i guess so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you express your feelings openly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm rather shy you see, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What do you dislike in a girl/boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;definitely ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etc etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes of course, please be specific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Is it possible for you to fall in love with an older man/woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a few years older, perhaps around 3 years, beyond that, no thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eh younger?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no and never will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is a break-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what d'you think?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are you a heartbreaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What do you do after a break-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;writing unsent letters, reminiscing etc etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear never to fall in love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no! i wouldn't wanna end up as an old maid. thats scary,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115768735342603551?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115768735342603551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115768735342603551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115768735342603551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115768735342603551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty-survey.html' title='pretty survey'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115751865363192878</id><published>2006-09-06T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:02:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasquinade is love</title><content type='html'>hello earthlings. yst went johor. kinda fun. my sisters and i were playing a&lt;br /&gt;lame game den there were 2 other malaysian kidds looking and laughing&lt;br /&gt;at us. in the end, they played the game too. hahaa, we're promoters of lame&lt;br /&gt;games. lol. i saw anna sui's stuffs. lovely! bought printed tees, and some&lt;br /&gt;unique, western type pots for mummy's mini garden outside. =D&lt;br /&gt;then decided to go to mummy's old bestie's house. we got lost like dunoe&lt;br /&gt;how many times. den finally reached her hs at 7plus. lol. then, aunt imah was&lt;br /&gt;like storytelling abt their past. damn funny la. we laughed like hell. they did&lt;br /&gt;weird and funny stuffs then suddenly, my dad came into the picture, HAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;shant elaborate here. her daughters and son all pretty-pretty, cute-cute and&lt;br /&gt;chinese looking just like her. lol. i wna go there again. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and congrats to syafiq for getting the best male camper! yayy!&lt;br /&gt;its not so bad afterall. congrats again. uhmm, oh and yeah, krissy,&lt;br /&gt;all the best to you yeah? i didnt know u left spore alrdy. u rawk pretty&lt;br /&gt;girl, uve been sucha wonderful friend all the way from primary sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss my PSP a lot!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;take care of ur nose okayyy! tsk3, must&lt;br /&gt;drink plenty of water, listen to Dr. Humyrah=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my replies for the taggys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to jihan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- i did change a lot, esp by my way of typing stuffs. gosh im so&lt;br /&gt;                  embarrassed. i didnt gossip that much okehh! please mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to elsa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- haha thanks for the compliment. u, ferosya, amirah, lilian&lt;br /&gt;                 etc etc are way prettier girl. lol. so ur going ferosya's hs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to nabila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- hey thanks girly. yeahh keep our fingers crossed. heaps&lt;br /&gt;                     of luck for urs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to mimi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- hahaa nvm laaaaaaa dear! paisey laaa, 2 is a lot la okayh.&lt;br /&gt;                   yeah hakim's accent is too much lol. shhhh. sorry hakim.&lt;br /&gt;                   ilu lil prettyfunkycutie chic. ur such a &lt;b&gt;ravishing&lt;/b&gt; beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to farina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- yes THAT farhan, ur 2n2 farhan. lol. update lah ni.&lt;br /&gt;                     kau lagi la update! dongdong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to Haziyah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- hahaa my cousin is wayyyyyyyyy prettier and cuter than me.&lt;br /&gt;                         but i cant beat her naughtiness and playfulness. lol.&lt;br /&gt;                         yeah, i love the bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to Nuan Ting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- hey nuan nuan. yeah lovely rabbits. lol chill ah, at least&lt;br /&gt;                              ur maths is fantabulous okay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;                              heaps of luck for you laa, thumbs up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115751865363192878?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115751865363192878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115751865363192878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115751865363192878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115751865363192878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/pasquinade-is-love.html' title='pasquinade is love'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115726520015864960</id><published>2006-09-03T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:21:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If looks could kill,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%20994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%20989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%20986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%20984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%20975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%20980.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics with my lil playful cousin,&lt;br /&gt;Iyesha and her rabbits, Snowy and Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%201005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%201005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%201006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%201006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%201007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/pix%201007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115726520015864960?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115726520015864960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115726520015864960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115726520015864960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115726520015864960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-looks-could-kill.html' title='If looks could kill,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115718718042545635</id><published>2006-09-02T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:53:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edited by the nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/-shoes-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/-shoes-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/lovely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhoha=D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is boring. really, i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos, i guess my days are &lt;strong&gt;numbered&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my english is horrible, no kidd bugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;furthermore, im lagging behind in my other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;subjects. my malay is going down the drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my maths is already in the drain, dunked with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mud and pollutants. my humanities are bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh goshhh. i really need an intensive revision this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holiday. i really, really wanna go to a good class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not to home ec/dnt class. thats a nightmare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hooligans. the worst is a change of stream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wunt live, i tell ya. exaggeration much, oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;note to self, i'm &lt;strong&gt;not insane&lt;/strong&gt;. im just concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what muggers, im not even mugging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im busy editing pathetic ugly-danny pics when its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even gonna come out for exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh dear God, please help me, i need some faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confidence and a &lt;em&gt;temper-controller(patience)&lt;/em&gt; etc etc&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yup, i really do. im trying to practice some self-control &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here, its effing hard, i may not get by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i will try, i will try. ive such an evil temper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realize that. my weakness. and one day, this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is gonna bring me down; losing everything if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wunt try to change it. fights and arguments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe its all because of my evil temper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, im beginning to bullshitting stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs, i'm gna drop the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so long and goodbye loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115718718042545635?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115718718042545635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115718718042545635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115718718042545635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115718718042545635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/edited-by-nerd.html' title='edited by the nerd'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115704399762659961</id><published>2006-09-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:30:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flee the scene,</title><content type='html'>from humyrah to world: HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWHHH.&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day was a stomach-filling day and sucha gloomy, cooling day overall.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, we went to class cause it rained. and we didnt get to do the aces day&lt;br /&gt;workout. hoorahhh! we spent our time talking and they were like talking abt&lt;br /&gt;eng compre. dammmnnn. one girl, one boy failed. please God, not me! i really&lt;br /&gt;really am scared cause i know very well my compre sucks. then, the &lt;strong&gt;FUN &lt;/strong&gt;part-&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;CONCERT! &lt;/strong&gt;heaps of joy and laughter i had with jihan and izah. izah ur&lt;br /&gt;a bimbotic girl. a very bimbotic one. but u rawk laa! hehee. first performance&lt;br /&gt;from LG. quite okay and fathin was very cute and he looked as though he wasnt&lt;br /&gt;even doing anythg cause his strumming wasnt obvious. he reminded me of&lt;br /&gt;faiz siglap which i met at interchange this morn. sombong freak. but anw,&lt;br /&gt;fathin cuter so watever faiz. den aft that got quiz and my psp so hyper, jumping&lt;br /&gt;ard answering question. haaha. got others performed and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAHIDAH SUHAIMY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU RAWK! U WERE GREAT, GORGEOUS AND WOW-WONDERFUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so impressed=D the best performance la! GIRL POWER. yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;love you BMW! okay then got cake-cutting. and that buck-ness(according to jihan)&lt;br /&gt;was staring at jihan and me. woww such a sharp glance from the stage eyy.&lt;br /&gt;cos we were like laughing so loud at her laa cause nobody invited her and&lt;br /&gt;she was the first one to get the cake. just because mrs koh were gna&lt;br /&gt;compliment her on smth. wadeverrrrrr.*giggles!* then she even scolded the&lt;br /&gt;girl 'SLOW' who wanted to take photo of her and mrs sally thang. excuse you.&lt;br /&gt;mind your etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party time! the best thg is we didnt hv plates! lucky some brought&lt;br /&gt;small lil plastic bowls for nic's bubur cha cha. lol! sheer romance, uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;ms faten complimented my cookies; lol she said mine was like from shops.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa! thanks to farina's recipe. it turned out different from urs anw. lol&lt;br /&gt;excluding the hugeness of mine. then i told ms faten to bring the leftovers home&lt;br /&gt;den she was like &lt;em&gt;oh no. its too heavy.&lt;/em&gt; then i told her i lazy bring the container&lt;br /&gt;home and that i'd alot at home.(with smily face) she was like okayokay, i know&lt;br /&gt;u hv two cute, soft beautiful dimples*ahemmssss*&lt;br /&gt;(telling me to stop smiling anw lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was great. farina wanted to run for the bus but i was kinda lazy,&lt;br /&gt;i need some peace walking here. so dunt interrupt. lol. i told her to run for the&lt;br /&gt;bus if she wanted to but i wunt. sat down there, enjoying the peacefulness&lt;br /&gt;of the weather. ah gorgeous. then, there come jihan and the crocs girl oh my,&lt;br /&gt;i really cldnt believe my eyes. lol. then we had fun just now though we had 2&lt;br /&gt;lectures. one of which was damn long. curse you matthew for coming late. lol.&lt;br /&gt;u hv such gorgeous pretty eyes but ur not handsome at all. ok anw, i was&lt;br /&gt;grabbing psp's hand cause i cnt stand this kinda talk. *teraser sia*&lt;br /&gt;woah she talk, talk. for once i cld cry but then she repeated the same thg over&lt;br /&gt;and over again which irritated me to the bones. the first one like whatever,&lt;br /&gt;ur trying to say we're bad people is it? screw you laa. and there's totally no&lt;br /&gt;connection with ****. i know u meant good but rephrase ur stuffs laa.&lt;br /&gt;i had such fun time with ms psp! our june hols vandalism gone, totally gone&lt;br /&gt;cept for a tiny winy bit. efficient cleaners i suppose. that place, memories man.&lt;br /&gt;we were walking ard here and there cos it was too cold and we needed heat.&lt;br /&gt;tried all sorts of ways but it didnt work. lol. very funnnnnnnnnn laaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;i wunt go home until u wld. its not naughty, its concern. lol. later u get lost how&lt;br /&gt;right and confirm u wunt call me if u were to get lost. haha. so its best for me to&lt;br /&gt;stay there and watch u cross the roads=DD yay and sorry, didnt know there&lt;br /&gt;were ninnyhoos here. ilu truckloads. all the best for ur N's okay? go psp!&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove you! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some people slays me off totally. used my stuffs without any permission. im sick of it laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115704399762659961?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115704399762659961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115704399762659961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115704399762659961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115704399762659961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/09/flee-scene.html' title='Flee the scene,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115694000338690346</id><published>2006-08-30T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:13:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparks</title><content type='html'>heyyhoo. exams are over. nah its not a yay. cause im gna fail maths&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i didnt complete my paper. and its not just one&lt;br /&gt;or two questions, its 4 questions. and even if i'd completed the rest,&lt;br /&gt;i doubt all of them are correct answers. i lost like more than 15 marks&lt;br /&gt;alrdy. *sobs, i wna cry.* i dunt wna fail maths cause its one of my best&lt;br /&gt;subjects. argghhh. and anw, first time, adwyna didnt cry. she was calm&lt;br /&gt;all the way. geography was fine. managed to answer most question.&lt;br /&gt;oh we had PE today. it was damn fun. played soccer. adwyna is a great&lt;br /&gt;player apart from farizah(duh!) eng compo was fine, but i wrote craps.&lt;br /&gt;im sure to get low marks. eng compre was easier than the test. i hope&lt;br /&gt;i pass, oh pls God! history and bio, okay laaa. malay was hard! damn&lt;br /&gt;tricky. i hate it laaarhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniways today had such great fun. my arms are gna break soon due to&lt;br /&gt;carrying a pile of books. urgh. it was such disaster in bus 3. we had to&lt;br /&gt;stand! lucky hv nabila and fidah who followed us home. nabz helped&lt;br /&gt;to tap our cards. hahaa! the books almost fell la. my hands were trembling.&lt;br /&gt;lol. then went to buy ingredients for cookies. we were such pathetic girls.&lt;br /&gt;counted the amount wrongly and we were like idiots fishing out money&lt;br /&gt;form our pockets. hahaa! all the syillings came out. ahahaa. at mac was&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. damn hilarious. credits and salutes to FIDAH! haha she cracked&lt;br /&gt;such jokes with her slumberness. it wasnt meant to be a joke but it was so&lt;br /&gt;funny that we almost choke on our foods. lol. then otw home also. she met&lt;br /&gt;her primary skl friend in the bus who sat in front of her. then the friend&lt;br /&gt;was like hi rafidah. she was lyk 'saper kau?'(with finger pointing at the girl's&lt;br /&gt;face) farina and me were laughing like mad. then fidah went on 'u recognise&lt;br /&gt;me, but who are you?' the friend was like giving up halfway. ur such a clown&lt;br /&gt;man. and there's other lame things that happen. shant elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyhoos, i hate that fat, faggoty, oily-skinned fuckstard outsider. hvnt u criticised enough? pure satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;in you right? i hate you all my life! ur such a racist bugger who stinks the whole world with your constant farts!&lt;br /&gt;get a life la asshole. go and die. in fact ur soooooo much worse than anyone else. mind ur bloody attitude. not&lt;br /&gt;everyone tolerate ur fucking attitude, mind you. NOT ME! ur such a heartless, smelly creature who only knows&lt;br /&gt;how to criticise others. you're just a pathetic outsider, go back to ur hometown laa bastard. we dunt need you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you psp!=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115694000338690346?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115694000338690346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115694000338690346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115694000338690346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115694000338690346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/sparks.html' title='sparks'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115664976137877611</id><published>2006-08-27T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:37:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/juliet.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/juliet.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salutes to &lt;a href="http://www.x-heroine.blogspot.com"&gt;www.x-heroine.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for picture=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/PRETTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/PRETTY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115664976137877611?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115664976137877611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115664976137877611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115664976137877611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115664976137877611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-juliet.html' title='oh juliet'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115650984988686126</id><published>2006-08-25T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:44:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words of love</title><content type='html'>hello honeybunches. my whole inbox gone for &lt;b&gt;good.&lt;/b&gt; all my precious ones flew with&lt;br /&gt;the wind. so heartwrenching! urgh. all thanks to my itchy fingers. and now, its left&lt;br /&gt;with just pathetic few smses. how fascinating. its been decades since this happened.&lt;br /&gt;today went to &lt;em&gt;central &lt;/em&gt;and met quite a few people, mostly npcc. one of which was&lt;br /&gt;aikha darling whom i've been longing to meet. uhm then farahlina and gang. doubt&lt;br /&gt;she knows me but i do know her so yeah. was hoping to bump into huz but didnt.&lt;br /&gt;awww. aku miss kau laa! hahaa. next year same group okay! =DD&lt;br /&gt;today also bumped into amirah. wei lady, u changed&lt;br /&gt;ur hp no then never tell me. hurhh. be sure to tell me if you read this. =D&lt;br /&gt;anw, fee, plan the girls day out laa. im looking forward to it. oh and yeah, yang lin&lt;br /&gt;is such a sweetie to send me a letter! i was so shocked to receive it. haha. thanks&lt;br /&gt;cutey! how'r you and alif? she even wrote at the back of the envelope&lt;br /&gt;"thank you Mr Postman!" so cute. shall reply it soon! anyhoos, i received such a&lt;br /&gt;shocking news. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;benjamin&lt;/span&gt; quit school. boy, i miss you. what happened to the old&lt;br /&gt;cute you? i just wish you all the best okay. today was snowy in class. freezing&lt;br /&gt;like mad. my teeth was actually chattering away. i wonder how im gna last&lt;br /&gt;in there. so kinda camwhore in class using kimmy's phone. the &lt;em&gt;hoot &lt;/em&gt;people plus&lt;br /&gt;jacket chics. i looked like an ugliest danny there. hoho. the guys sweaters were&lt;br /&gt;beautiful! man, rich gigs. okay my dearests, shall start with my history reading&lt;br /&gt;now. so goodbye loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115650984988686126?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115650984988686126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115650984988686126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115650984988686126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115650984988686126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-of-love.html' title='words of love'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115641040540719612</id><published>2006-08-24T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:06:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smooches</title><content type='html'>hello world. today is a typical plain day. gazillion of hurrahs for getting the MPR2&lt;br /&gt;for our temporary classroom. we're bunch of &lt;i&gt;jakons.&lt;/i&gt; keep changing the temperature of the&lt;br /&gt;air-conditioner. i tell ya, one day the remote control/air-conditioner will be spoilt and&lt;br /&gt;all of us shall be cooked meat inside. and that will be worse than our actual classroom.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. okay thats a curse. lol, shoosh humyrah. and so, within one day, the remote control&lt;br /&gt;was lost and then found again. thats nonsense laa. i was freezing inside. shall remember,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i shall bring my sweater! yeah babey. millions of roar to kim, farizah and nabz&lt;br /&gt;for bringing theirs today and were living in such &lt;strong&gt;comfort&lt;/strong&gt; while i was suffering. anyhoos,&lt;br /&gt;i love kimmeh's puma sweater! and leon's too, lovely. but the sweater made him look much&lt;br /&gt;thinner when he already is. hahaa. sorry leon. so damian's back on crutches and the others&lt;br /&gt;were just playing around with those crutches. lame people. lol. and the female fighting&lt;br /&gt;fish died. i pity you lil cutey. akif and riandy burried it outside and soon, it attracted ants.&lt;br /&gt;i feel somehow disgusted with these two &lt;em&gt;insert name here. &lt;/em&gt;man, it is kinda over.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had such fun time teasing akifarizah. let that skinny twig and the conceited friend&lt;br /&gt;roll their eyes more. how lovely. they're so kental la. shan't elaborate further. finally,&lt;br /&gt;today i had the chance to taste the &lt;strong&gt;not nice&lt;/strong&gt; green apple bubble tea. sorry mimi for&lt;br /&gt;drinking in front of you.  ouchdouchie ur ears. awww. it is so sad that you wunt be&lt;br /&gt;blogging anymore. *sobsob* feel free to tell me anything okay. cheers pretty lady!&lt;br /&gt;okay honeybunches, im off to my sofa! iloveyou people=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115641040540719612?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115641040540719612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115641040540719612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115641040540719612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115641040540719612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/smooches.html' title='smooches'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115626092005971495</id><published>2006-08-22T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:43:58.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you miss me too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello gong-gong(as quoated by &lt;b&gt;mimi&lt;/b&gt;), sumos and butt ugly martians(by &lt;b&gt;farina&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;such lovely names. hahaa! farina heard what i said wrongly and she assumed it&lt;br /&gt;to be sumos when its supposed to be 'sombong.' &amp; she thought i said &lt;em&gt;insert name here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sumo. im not that mean lady. and please, im so not an expert in singing the 'butt&lt;br /&gt;ugly martians' song okay. such an embarrassment. that was last year and fancy you&lt;br /&gt;remembering about it when ive long forgotten about it. anyhoos, np wasnt such a&lt;br /&gt;brag today though farina and me complained SOOO much. played cap-netball all the&lt;br /&gt;way. so tiring( like as if i catch the ball)we tricked the people saying that we werent&lt;br /&gt;coming for npcc and pretending to go home with our bags. lol. they happily believed&lt;br /&gt;and satisfied with that answer we gave and walked away. ohh myy. like hello, its us,&lt;br /&gt;farina and humyrah. since when have we skipped npcc though we very much didnt&lt;br /&gt;want to go? it was just mere complaints. but do we still have a choice? we sacrified&lt;br /&gt;ourselves for np *chuckles* it looked as though you guys haven't known us long enough.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. and i got a chocolate from ms ku! wheeeheee! cause i got 100 percent attendance.&lt;br /&gt;that shows it all. i complain a lot saying i wunt go and dopeshit stuffs, but still, i went&lt;br /&gt;and never missed any single training! how commited i am, im surprised. still, i had&lt;br /&gt;fun at the end of the day except for some unforeseen occasion. sooo yeah, well done&lt;br /&gt;humyrah for putting up with all this and other people's shit. and i fast today and&lt;br /&gt;farina fall out cos of dizzy-ness. then break fast at bedok. yummyyummy.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you prettypretty psp. miss me? hoho=DD okayy thats it. im off to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115626092005971495?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115626092005971495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115626092005971495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115626092005971495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115626092005971495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-miss-me-too.html' title='do you miss me too?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115616530702474787</id><published>2006-08-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:04:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i okay?</title><content type='html'>im totally annoyed. stop going back on your words&lt;br /&gt;can..? pleaseeee. i beg of you. i need time to study ya&lt;br /&gt;know. i really need. i dunt wna flunk any of my papers&lt;br /&gt;though im already on the verge of it. please, God,&lt;br /&gt;help me! its just so irritating okay. im totally gonna&lt;br /&gt;grow white hair, sooner or later. im so stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;im just wondering, why is it only us who trained so&lt;br /&gt;hard while others do not? they're like bunch of relaxed&lt;br /&gt;people. and hey, the things that needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;are over. so whats it with you guys? why make things&lt;br /&gt;effing complicated? just drop it will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115616530702474787?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115616530702474787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115616530702474787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115616530702474787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115616530702474787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-okay.html' title='am i okay?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115598303606626814</id><published>2006-08-19T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:23:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promotion test</title><content type='html'>currently im feeling &lt;strong&gt;extremely tired&lt;/strong&gt;. yeahh. no doubts&lt;br /&gt;after promotion test. and guess what..? they tested both&lt;br /&gt;drills and campcraft today. and it is soo unfair, sec ones&lt;br /&gt;didnt hv to do lashings! while last year, we did okay.&lt;br /&gt;haha ok lucky for you people laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so woke up at ard 5.50. met my 2 bestie. haha. fairuz&lt;br /&gt;and farina. yeah we went early cause we wna learn&lt;br /&gt;campcraft with ncos. but when we reached, sch gate&lt;br /&gt;hadnt open so the people were lyk sitting outside the gate,&lt;br /&gt;studying. HAHA! lcp and cpl separated. grhh. so we were&lt;br /&gt;with the sergeants. yeah we did MOI first. roszian ma'am&lt;br /&gt;and zhong yi sir tested us. the &lt;em&gt;rusuk senjata&lt;/em&gt; was cool!&lt;br /&gt;i love=DD ok, i was pathetic la as usual for MOI. i didnt&lt;br /&gt;fulfil the criteria i suppose. *&lt;strong&gt;sigh&lt;/strong&gt;* then aft everything, we&lt;br /&gt;joined lcp for drill test. so they divided the squad into half.&lt;br /&gt;me and 3 musketeers had hakim sir as the tester and nyz,&lt;br /&gt;fai and iddy had liqi ma'am. ok it was nervous. i didnt do&lt;br /&gt;any mistakes for my commands. woohoo! but i think it was&lt;br /&gt;soft as usual. *&lt;strong&gt;roll eyes&lt;/strong&gt;* haha hakim sir i didnt fall for that&lt;br /&gt;trick of urs! i didnt put my hands down before you do =DD&lt;br /&gt;ok then lunch from 11 till 12.30 sooo tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now its campcraft. again, roszian ma'am tested me for&lt;br /&gt;knots. so long. yeaa. i didnt get my timberhitch functions&lt;br /&gt;right but i think its correct, so whatever. then went on with&lt;br /&gt;tentage stuffs. fortunately, thank god it rained or else we wld&lt;br /&gt;hv to pitch the tent under hot scorching sun and i cnt peg for&lt;br /&gt;god sake. campcraft is ruining my hands i tell ya. ok did the&lt;br /&gt;tent-guy and bowline in the ring. i got it right..=) then jess&lt;br /&gt;tested me on the right way of pegging. again, its right. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;thats chicken mc dodol laa. but i hate lashings part. its crapshit.&lt;br /&gt;and pity the sec ones, they had to wait for sec 2s. at least thats&lt;br /&gt;better when they dunt hv to do it. hahaa quite fair but still&lt;br /&gt;unfair. they need to wait for &lt;em&gt;bersurai&lt;/em&gt;. hahaa. ok i dunoe how&lt;br /&gt;to do diagonal lash but some sort got it right. the rest was fine&lt;br /&gt;but wasnt tight. and the theory part is difficult laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wasted a lot of time today! like they asked us to fall in 12.30&lt;br /&gt;but the campcraft things were ready ard 1 plus -.- and had to&lt;br /&gt;wait so long for ur turn. but nvm. then we did cheers and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;okay and then its GOING HOME TIME! 7 plus- 4.15 in sch.&lt;br /&gt;goshhh! ok toodles now. i miss my psp! i did my best and i&lt;br /&gt;hope for the best laa okay. may the best get promoted=)&lt;br /&gt;GOODLUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115598303606626814?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115598303606626814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115598303606626814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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with all this&lt;br /&gt;tests and tests and projects in such a&lt;br /&gt;wrong time? and to rub it in, promises&lt;br /&gt;and promises. u want us to fulfil that&lt;br /&gt;promise but u urself hasnt done that.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing u know is breaking&lt;br /&gt;promises and torture us. mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* my brain juice aint working&lt;br /&gt;for any tests and i bet ya i'll fail every&lt;br /&gt;single one of them. malay is alrdy on&lt;br /&gt;the verge of failing. daarn. im totally&lt;br /&gt;doomed. and science was horrible&lt;br /&gt;today. ok thats it, i miss my darling!&lt;br /&gt;kisses of love to you(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115582588299625590?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115582588299625590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115582588299625590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115582588299625590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115582588299625590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-world.html' title='goodbye world.'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115555259923715050</id><published>2006-08-14T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:18:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*grins*</title><content type='html'>hello jinglebells. i cut my fringe and i like it 'cept for this one&lt;br /&gt;part. im gna fast tomorrow despite having npcc. gotta start&lt;br /&gt;paying back now since fasting month is near. uhuh. superbly&lt;br /&gt;fascinating during bio lesson. went to the lab to do some&lt;br /&gt;experiment abt this classes of food. uhuh, yeah then, we&lt;br /&gt;were doing this experiment on fats. had to add this ethanol&lt;br /&gt;solution in the test tube. so i gave way to nabz and she&lt;br /&gt;accidentally squeezed the bottle of enthanol and that ethanol&lt;br /&gt;thgy left a big patch on my shirt but bottomline, the ethanol&lt;br /&gt;got inside my mouth! it tasted YUCKS! *faints* and my skin&lt;br /&gt;was so itchy. oh and i was totally amazed when i saw the&lt;br /&gt;purple solution(= had incredibly fun time experimenting&lt;br /&gt;that purple solution; adding more and more biuret solution.&lt;br /&gt;haha amazing. and the peanut experiment is major gross.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, lets say all the best to those talentime participants.&lt;br /&gt;goodluck to my dearest and bitches=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115555259923715050?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115555259923715050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115555259923715050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115555259923715050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115555259923715050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/grins.html' title='*grins*'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115537291167248634</id><published>2006-08-12T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T17:01:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lousy feeling's coming again!</title><content type='html'>yesterday was uhmm. i was like a mad lady.&lt;br /&gt;cause farina made me one. we were talking and&lt;br /&gt;talking abt something and we talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;then there was one time she was like&lt;br /&gt;'WHY?WHY?WHY?!' i get so annoyed and pissed&lt;br /&gt;cause very noisy lah. so i really screamed at her&lt;br /&gt;'WHY?!!!!!!!!' and i guessed salamahafifi and gang saw&lt;br /&gt;us. *paiseypaisey* it was at the canteen fyi.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly tears started to roll out but wasnt obvious.&lt;br /&gt;only farina knew everything=DD ahaaha. u laaa made&lt;br /&gt;me cry. hurhhurhh. i soooo dunt wanna let them out can.&lt;br /&gt;so sad laaa. whats gna be of us..? strangers..? pretenders..?&lt;br /&gt;i dunoe. i was dreading npcc cause i wasnt really in the mood&lt;br /&gt;after the 'WHY?!' thgy. but afterall, it wasnt as bad as i had&lt;br /&gt;expected. practised promotion. and i was going all oh shit abt it.&lt;br /&gt;cause i tot i said the wrong command. hehee. i need to project&lt;br /&gt;my voice. but i cant. its alrdy the max laaaa! howhowhow?&lt;br /&gt;and farina, fancy u laughing like that time! hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok anw suara baguuz. it was okay laa. just that&lt;br /&gt;not many audience. pathetic! and so the champion was mudd.&lt;br /&gt;followed by zul and shane. yeahh thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;and finally, mission accomplished. we bought them alrdy(=&lt;br /&gt;YAYYY! and thanks for ur ezlink case=DD&lt;br /&gt;i'd really want more panties! *winks* okay with love, humyrah-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115537291167248634?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115537291167248634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115537291167248634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115537291167248634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115537291167248634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/lousy-feelings-coming-again.html' title='the lousy feeling&apos;s coming again!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115513634934900377</id><published>2006-08-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:54:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>here are some of yesterday's photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20007.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/chalet.our%20memories%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/chalet.our%20memories%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im guilty. i feel so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so hopeless. i feel so sore inside.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, my life is so darn empty.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to let out 1 million tears.&lt;br /&gt;forever seemed to last just a second.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'll just smile at your way&lt;br /&gt;and pretend that everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;you, that exceptional one, take care.&lt;br /&gt;my heart crumbles-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115513634934900377?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115513634934900377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115513634934900377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115513634934900377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115513634934900377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115504656100525704</id><published>2006-08-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:38:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves and kisses</title><content type='html'>heyhey. hooorahh. happy national day bloghoppers.&lt;br /&gt;we wore red today, yes red(= okay that red shirt designed&lt;br /&gt;during art class. unfortunately, my group has uhmm. ugly&lt;br /&gt;design compared to others. bleagh. hahaa. but it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;there were people from uniformed grooup who marched. and&lt;br /&gt;elsen, u were great(= heehee. normal lesson for the day.&lt;br /&gt;yeps, we celebrated jihan' sweetay belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;choc cake, thanks to wahidah. then we moved on with&lt;br /&gt;cca commendation day. 3 cheers to sirs and ma'ams that&lt;br /&gt;received the awards. you were great and yeah, u deserved &lt;br /&gt;them=DD so after that, again, we had to do area cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;lucky it wasnt as bad as hai carnival. we were released ard&lt;br /&gt;20 min aft cleaning up. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i met elsa, min yi, lilian and gao ning to go joelyn&lt;br /&gt;and yanglin's chalet. ahaha. i was very stupid. i could just&lt;br /&gt;meet them at downtown there straight aft school. but &lt;br /&gt;instead, i go and meet them at park view's bus stop and went &lt;br /&gt;back there again. stupid liao. hahaa. yanglin and her boyfriend, &lt;br /&gt;arif i guess? so cute! cutest couple. both short and cute. &lt;br /&gt;yanglin has outgrown me! so unfair. i need to jump everyday!&lt;br /&gt;then we play-play inside. jump-jump and take pictures. very fun &lt;br /&gt;laaa. yun qian pretty as always(= hahaa. oh and thanks to &lt;br /&gt;joelyn's sis and the bf for the food. so sweet. ok then after &lt;br /&gt;much delay, finally we went back home. elsa and me waited for so &lt;br /&gt;long. hahaa. so we decided to walk back home instead of taking bus.&lt;br /&gt;we sent min yi to bus stop den lilian, elsa and me walked home.&lt;br /&gt;lilian insisted on playing the swing at the town park. but we &lt;br /&gt;refused. its late my dearest. hohoXD. so finally reached home at &lt;br /&gt;2130. it feels great to reach home.=P i miss you guys a lot man. &lt;br /&gt;UR THE BEST PEOPLE, love u honeybunchs! i love yanglin! =DD &lt;br /&gt;i love elsa too! smooches, we'll hang out again okay sweeties! &lt;br /&gt;ok now, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115504656100525704?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115504656100525704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115504656100525704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115504656100525704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115504656100525704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/loves-and-kisses.html' title='loves and kisses'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115476647846725990</id><published>2006-08-05T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:27:58.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was cleaning up the house then i came across&lt;br /&gt;some old photos. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;thats my elder sister; diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thats me. ohh. see the pen mark there..? i scribbled on it. hahaa&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and this is my lil sis; syira.  so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115476647846725990?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115476647846725990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115476647846725990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115476647846725990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115476647846725990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/rewind.html' title='rewind'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115476189467471223</id><published>2006-08-05T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:16:21.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love</title><content type='html'>hello earthlings. im soo tired of all this laa can,&lt;br /&gt;only God knows what i feel. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;okay anihoos, yesterday nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;yadaayadaa. oh music was crap. dopeshit. whats&lt;br /&gt;with all this stomping. its not getting me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i hate music lesson! then uhrmm. ohh. our noticeboard&lt;br /&gt;was 'oh-my-gollywow.' the girls took down everything&lt;br /&gt;last minute cause we found it plain and uhm. ugly. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys! no choice. gazillions of apology to u guys!&lt;br /&gt;u shld hv seeked our opinion before putting up all those &lt;br /&gt;decors. REALLY! OH MAN. we could've done better. &lt;br /&gt;so in the end, last minute work doesnt work. it looked&lt;br /&gt;messy, but a lil nicer though it doesnt hv got to do with&lt;br /&gt;spore. kimmy and izah sprayed the heart. the effect damn nice&lt;br /&gt;cause the colours run down. lovely. if only the&lt;br /&gt;background was full of hearts and if its GOLD!, or other &lt;br /&gt;metallic and striking colours, it'll look gorgeous! ughh. &lt;br /&gt;then they re-do the Singapore 41 bday. kimmy and ina thought&lt;br /&gt;of a poem on spore last min and sprayed on the notice board.&lt;br /&gt;the poem was nice laa(= ahaha. yeahh. then while waiting&lt;br /&gt;for jihan and fidah, ina and me went to see sec 1s. &lt;br /&gt;they had training. mann, had to join their squad for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;wei kang asked me to do MOI and teach them langkah ke hadapan.&lt;br /&gt;scary la. i was about to give them waterbreak, den mimi called.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. u saved my life(= so in the end i didnt do. ohhh and yah,&lt;br /&gt;i smsed her. hoohoo. my fingers trembling when i wna send it.&lt;br /&gt;im scareeddddd! ive nvr said this for long, HLUL AND TLOL TO &lt;br /&gt;PSP(= i'll keep ur heart, ur small note, the wallet, &lt;br /&gt;the 'humyrah' drawing always okay? &lt;b&gt;loves and misses!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115476189467471223?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115476189467471223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115476189467471223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115476189467471223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115476189467471223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/with-love.html' title='with love'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115444016447598897</id><published>2006-08-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:49:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perhaps its better this way..?&lt;br /&gt;u can concentrate more on ur studies.&lt;br /&gt;right..? uhmm. i dunoe. im longing for everything&lt;br /&gt;that is before. sorry, im weak. i cant tolerate&lt;br /&gt;anything though its minor. im sorry. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;im unlike you, strong and patient. always&lt;br /&gt;putting up with me despite my bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;ur always the good one. thanks a lot(=&lt;br /&gt;thanks, thanks! thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw today np is super-disgusting, super-eekyyucky!&lt;br /&gt;haaha. smellyjellies. wet-twits. took a long, nice bath.&lt;br /&gt;i smell lovelyyyyyyyy(= got a card from WCIs for drill&lt;br /&gt;comp thgy. i didnt really hear what HuiPing ma'am said. &lt;br /&gt;dunoe smth abt anti smth smth. oh just now was super &lt;br /&gt;embarassing, paisey. haha. during bersurai, i wasnt &lt;br /&gt;concentrating cause i kept coughing and felt a lil bit &lt;br /&gt;giddy. den weikang gave the command to turn to the right, &lt;br /&gt;but i turned left instead. omgg. tsk3. suddenly that &lt;br /&gt;time, my left seemed to be my right and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;then i looked at hakim sir &lt;b&gt;* mouth open wide!*&lt;/b&gt; and he &lt;br /&gt;looked at me. &lt;b&gt;* mouth open wide!*&lt;/b&gt; embarrassing man. &lt;br /&gt;ohh and im so scared for MOI and promotion test. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coughing thgy is really killing me!&lt;br /&gt;ilu and imu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115444016447598897?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115444016447598897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115444016447598897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115444016447598897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115444016447598897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/08/perhaps-its-better-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115435202339977087</id><published>2006-07-31T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:28:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man. im so depressed. its so hard to adapt&lt;br /&gt;to this 'new environment'. its driving me &lt;br /&gt;nuts. to you, im sorry sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;plsssss. im so soory. im gg crazy laaaaa,&lt;br /&gt;it really scares the wits out of me to use&lt;br /&gt;'dear', 'sweet', 'darling', 'honey', 'sayang'.&lt;br /&gt;andd all those. i mean really. my hair stands,&lt;br /&gt;i've goosebumps all over and my body shivers,&lt;br /&gt;my teeth went chattering. no kidding. im really&lt;br /&gt;scared. im really frighten. &lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115435202339977087?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115435202339977087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115435202339977087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115435202339977087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115435202339977087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/man.html' title=''/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115423273006581157</id><published>2006-07-30T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:17:13.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wilted</title><content type='html'>the memories seemed to have drifted. &lt;br /&gt;the moments seemed to have died.&lt;br /&gt;my patience seemed to have worn out. &lt;br /&gt;my heart seemed to have torn.&lt;br /&gt;why must this always happen..? &lt;br /&gt;but this one, is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;i live in fear now. im tired of wasting my tears.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough blabbering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNHIORJGIEORMVPOSEVMAPOEXWDIHJDIFO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115423273006581157?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115423273006581157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115423273006581157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115423273006581157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115423273006581157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/wilted.html' title='wilted'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115414979422736584</id><published>2006-07-29T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:09:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inter-class 2006</title><content type='html'>congrats girls. we managed to clinch the FIRST position&lt;br /&gt;for this year's inter class capt net(= SCREAMS AND CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;IM PROUD OF YOU ALL. wooohoooo. we played well. &lt;br /&gt;no conflicts, keep it up people! &lt;br /&gt;first game with 2e4, izah fell. glad she was all right.&lt;br /&gt;2E1 also hv the best, encouraging, loudest supporters!&lt;br /&gt;yeahh baybeh(yucks!). *applauds* ohh and yes, thanks&lt;br /&gt;to the 2E1 class shirt i suppose. they managed to identify&lt;br /&gt;the members easily and that is team spirit. HAHAA(=&lt;br /&gt;fidah took my place cos i was sick. hahaaa. i guess if im&lt;br /&gt;in, i wld play badly as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest guys. dunt be too disappointed. and dunt&lt;br /&gt;blame urselves too much. u guys and crying doesnt click ok..?&lt;br /&gt;handsome-handsome cute-cute cannot cry. not nice you know.&lt;br /&gt;so shocking seeing u guys cry until like that. my deepest&lt;br /&gt;sympathy. but hey, no doubts that 2E1 guys are the BEST &lt;br /&gt;soccer players(= u guys rawk!! i can see that nic was &lt;br /&gt;trying his best to cheer u guys. hahaa. so guys, dunt dwell&lt;br /&gt;on it too much okay..? make sure u guys smile on monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh. superb yummilicious ice-creams,chips, pizzas and cookies. &lt;br /&gt;but too bad, wasnt feeling well so i didnt eat much. &lt;b&gt;iddy, ina and&lt;br /&gt;jihan are monsters!&lt;/b&gt; they finished the whole tub in just &lt;br /&gt;a few minutes while nyz, fai, siti and me still left with 1 and&lt;br /&gt;3 quarter tubs. nutheads. lol. it was icy cold laaaa. and yeah&lt;br /&gt;im gna get low marks for geog and idioms test.=/&lt;br /&gt;i love mimi!as always..[= ahahaaa. have fun with my sweater. =P&lt;br /&gt;ur my medicine sweety! smooches-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115414979422736584?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115414979422736584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115414979422736584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115414979422736584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115414979422736584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/inter-class-2006.html' title='inter-class 2006'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115391493644420606</id><published>2006-07-26T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:55:36.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honeyed</title><content type='html'>today is super annoying day. super whatever day.&lt;br /&gt;super tiring day. super &lt;b&gt;nerve-wrecking&lt;/b&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, please knock some sense into her.&lt;br /&gt;its so obvious. quit acting/pretending cause you just&lt;br /&gt;cant. it just pisses me off. totally. i dunt mind that&lt;br /&gt;attitude of yours but please, its just too obvious. and &lt;br /&gt;dunt need to pass such remarks and fake smiles to me or &lt;br /&gt;rather us. its merely for covering your skin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng was rather interesting cause there's a trainee&lt;br /&gt;teacher who went into our class. first time, eng was &lt;br /&gt;quite fun i guess. cause we did lame stuffs. abt adjectives.&lt;br /&gt;we had to paste a paper on our backs and supposed to go &lt;br /&gt;around the class and get people to describe you by writing &lt;br /&gt;adjectives on that paper. how entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;and this is what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today PE was great. played volleyball. kimmy,&lt;br /&gt;i've phobia. hahaa. ur so dangerous! lol.&lt;br /&gt;chill man. and Napfa test. almost got a 'D' for&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach. but got a 'C' instead after the 3rd try.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. APPLAUDS. lol. managed to get all 'A'&lt;br /&gt;except standing broad jump 'B' and sit and reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniway. tests and events. white hair is growing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 July(Thurs) - History Test/ Maths Test/ Baking Cookies&lt;br /&gt;                 (Darn it, its just hello pandas ass. i could&lt;br /&gt;                  buy packs for you if u really want it. fuckstard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 July(Fri)   - Geography Test( better be tmr. quit postponing it!)/&lt;br /&gt;                 Drill Com Ice-cream Treat(=/ Class Celebration/ &lt;br /&gt;                 Inter-Class(i cant catch the ball damn it! ugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 July(Mon)   - Malay Oral( wish me goodluck!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 August(Tues) - Karangan Test: Impian =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 August(Wed)  - Bahasa Test: Kata Ganda =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115391493644420606?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115391493644420606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115391493644420606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115391493644420606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115391493644420606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/honeyed.html' title='honeyed'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115374592963750821</id><published>2006-07-24T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:01:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backstabbers, immaturity</title><content type='html'>oh yeah yeah. its the same thing over and &lt;br /&gt;over again. not surprising. as expected.(=&lt;br /&gt;people with immatured thinking shld just&lt;br /&gt;live in their own backstabbing world.&lt;br /&gt;u see, they're people that can't socialise.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they'd repented. oh well, they &lt;br /&gt;proved me wrong. they still living in that&lt;br /&gt;kinda low-class environment. tsk3. arent&lt;br /&gt;they even tired of it..? oh well, i dunt think&lt;br /&gt;so since its their habit. it'd grown with them.&lt;br /&gt;once they socialise, they'll backstab one&lt;br /&gt;another. how cool. this is entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;they're like so desperate to be in the&lt;br /&gt;popularity list. well they are, but are categorised&lt;br /&gt;in the group of 'Sluts and Bitches as well as&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbers.'yeah. and i guess they're like topping the&lt;br /&gt;list everyday without fail. yeahh. applauds to them.&lt;br /&gt;*CLAPS* they've got themselves GOLD award for it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously they're lame people. and what, accusing me&lt;br /&gt;of being a stealer and act cute. for god sake,&lt;br /&gt;i dunt act cute. well, see urselves in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;and u wna be whats-that-called emokid-shit. *YAWNS*&lt;br /&gt;noe what lil kiddos, thats typical. oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;i shall quote what you said earlier on&lt;br /&gt;'no originality. at least we've got our own style.'&lt;br /&gt;yes knives and blades for you,'emokid.'&lt;br /&gt;search your conscience before pointing out at others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115374592963750821?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115374592963750821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115374592963750821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115374592963750821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115374592963750821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/backstabbers-immaturity.html' title='backstabbers, immaturity'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115363179703035072</id><published>2006-07-23T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:16:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115363179703035072?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115363179703035072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115363179703035072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115363179703035072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115363179703035072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/lovely.html' title='lovely'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115362764571548540</id><published>2006-07-23T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:23:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 cheers for hscnpcc!</title><content type='html'>im sooooooooooooo happy. &lt;b&gt;hsc npcc rawkss!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, after hours and hours of training,&lt;br /&gt;our efforts were paid off. woooohooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;im sooooo happy. this is lovely. ahhh, gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;feeling. ((= it feels good. woooooh.&lt;br /&gt;i loveee it! we emerged &lt;b&gt;3rd for standard drill,&lt;br /&gt;1st for fancy drill and finally, &lt;u&gt;1st&lt;/u&gt; runner up for overall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to prcs for getting champion.&lt;br /&gt;u guys were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. friday, our last training, we were sooo&lt;br /&gt;tired and blablabla feeling. getting scolded&lt;br /&gt;cos our standard as well as fancy werent good.&lt;br /&gt;didnt expect such great result, ahh we rawk totally!&lt;br /&gt;hai sing rawks big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to those involved. &lt;br /&gt;HOs - Zhong Yi&lt;br /&gt;CIs - Hui Ping, Li Qi, Sharmaine, Roszian &lt;br /&gt;VIs - Hakim, Qing Long &lt;br /&gt;Ex-ncos - Shahidah, Syamimi, Felix, Zai&lt;br /&gt;Ncos- Sec 3s(=&lt;br /&gt;and us, cadets. APPLAUDS(=&lt;br /&gt;and yes, thanks to &lt;b&gt;astroalson&lt;/b&gt; who helped us a lot!&lt;br /&gt;my apology if ur name isnt stated or spelled wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are lovely, beautiful people dunt u agree?&lt;br /&gt;lol. okayy. we went to evss for the competition,&lt;br /&gt;everybody was so anxious and nervous. shaking here&lt;br /&gt;and there. our standard according to sirs and maams,&lt;br /&gt;it was hell good. unexpectedly. i did horrigible &lt;br /&gt;mistakes. my apology! then our fancy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE WERE THE LIMELIGHT.&lt;/b&gt; its great to be the last to perform.&lt;br /&gt;we got all the ATTENTION(=. then evss used the same song.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky, we mixed the song(= clever us.&lt;br /&gt;then everybody was cheering for us when we did the sway&lt;br /&gt;song and barney. thats the best. the judges were having fun &lt;br /&gt;too esp the one that looked like ms karen ng. nyahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;then when we ended, we got loud cheers from everybody, &lt;br /&gt;esp our supporters. hahaa. we got the loudest supporters.&lt;br /&gt;other school very not loud. heheeee. we got hyper tooo.&lt;br /&gt;we sang hymn songs, did cheers. we were the center of&lt;br /&gt;attention, duh. then got one school behind us, depressed,&lt;br /&gt;morosed people. i love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hugged my &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;PSP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and others. &lt;br /&gt;hehe so nice!!! i wna hug u again laaa dear. &lt;br /&gt;i wunt forget the feeling when u hugged &lt;br /&gt;me just now and before cc comp! anddd when u held&lt;br /&gt;my hand when i was bleeding. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;zai was so nice to hug! it was sooooooo unforgettable. *tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prcs standard and fancy rawks!&lt;br /&gt;they were sharp and fast. their fancy. HOTHOTHOT!&lt;br /&gt;woooh melting inside out. lets go bollywood people.&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses since last year. i loveeeee them! u deserve&lt;br /&gt;that gold people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year, we SHALL beat them! yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for this card, i'll keep it always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, congrats to mariam shazana &lt;br /&gt;forbreaking national record in long &lt;br /&gt;jump(i guess)im proud of you girl! &lt;br /&gt;u made park view shine(=&lt;br /&gt;u rawk honey, keep it up. cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115362764571548540?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115362764571548540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115362764571548540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115362764571548540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115362764571548540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-cheers-for-hscnpcc.html' title='3 cheers for hscnpcc!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115254017313611123</id><published>2006-07-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:12:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mood medication</title><content type='html'>hey bloghoppers. yadaayadaaa. nothing much happen lately.&lt;br /&gt;just some conflicts here and there; which concerns blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i think i wna set this blog on hiatus if i happen to blog&lt;br /&gt;abt smth negative. then i'll go create a personal blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog everything there omg. i wunt bottle it up&lt;br /&gt;and let it rot in my heart. at least it helps me feel&lt;br /&gt;so much better, agree..? cause i dunt know to whom i could&lt;br /&gt;share all my dreams/stories/hatred/love/secrets to. certain&lt;br /&gt;people cant be trusted, u see. they'll go ard telling ur secrets.&lt;br /&gt;andd i &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; putting password on my blog. soo annoying.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i wna put password on certain blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;as in, u can still go to my blog and read my entries except&lt;br /&gt;for certain unless u know the password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anihoos`, i had nothing better to do and decorated my lovely&lt;br /&gt;journal. here are some pictures. of it with christopher vine's&lt;br /&gt;bookmark. say hello to &lt;b&gt;wonderbras and knuddy pants!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, pumps, roses, nail polish, lipsticks and&lt;br /&gt;clutch bags. hahaaa. its &lt;b&gt;girly&lt;/b&gt; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;squint ur eyes, and u'll see ur name there, dearestdarling!&lt;br /&gt;i love u too much dear. (=&lt;br /&gt;ohh and like i say, no matter how much you love me,&lt;br /&gt;i will still love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;some of the nicest pages.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/File0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/File0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115254017313611123?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115254017313611123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115254017313611123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115254017313611123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115254017313611123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-mood-medication.html' title='my mood medication'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115245715872671632</id><published>2006-07-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:19:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE VALUE OF A WOMAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couldn't be said more beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful if you make a woman cry,&lt;br /&gt;cause Allah counts her tears.&lt;br /&gt;A woman came out of a man's ribs,&lt;br /&gt;not from his feet to be walked on,&lt;br /&gt;not from his head to be superior over,&lt;br /&gt;But from his side to be equal,&lt;br /&gt;under the arm to be protected&lt;br /&gt;and next to the heart to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the above true. (=&lt;br /&gt;we woman have value u knoww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/Glamour-Puss[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/320/Glamour-Puss%5B1%5D.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;A Gift To A True Glamour Puss-Red Dancing Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115245715872671632?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115245715872671632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115245715872671632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115245715872671632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115245715872671632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/value-of-woman-this-couldnt-be-said.html' title=''/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115219296552383273</id><published>2006-07-06T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:36:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to people, Hello.</title><content type='html'>im back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;woooh. today's chemistry lesson is so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;gossiping and bitching yeah..?&lt;br /&gt;lol. incredibly amazing. screw that bitch!&lt;br /&gt;i almost went bonkers when i heard that she was gna teach&lt;br /&gt;us again. seriously, i nearly cried. i cant live my days.&lt;br /&gt;spare my life man. if it does happen, i'll transfer school, i dunt care.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt wish to become a mental case. i cant concentrate in that&lt;br /&gt;kinda condition; studying in fear..? crude much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drill. oh -fancy drill. i enjoyed it. hahaaa. it was fun, yeah fun.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant concentrate if people is watching. yeah, i mean i just&lt;br /&gt;dunt like the limelights. particularly, im in front of the judge.&lt;br /&gt;hip hip hurray. i am so scared! michelle shares the same feeling&lt;br /&gt;with me(=  at least we got each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shahidah is a smart lady. ughh. im so envious. her A maths is&lt;br /&gt;considered good ya know. its totally hard. i flipped through her&lt;br /&gt;file. i dunt understand a single thing. hahaaa. her handwriting&lt;br /&gt;is super nice! like the 'Charmed' font. coolshit. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;all right, stopping here for noww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screw him, the yacking duck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115219296552383273?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115219296552383273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115219296552383273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115219296552383273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115219296552383273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-people-hello.html' title='to people, Hello.'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115132902574429986</id><published>2006-06-26T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:39:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disastrous new term</title><content type='html'>to my dear friend &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;akif&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. please be alright. please be okay.&lt;br /&gt;im soooo &lt;strong&gt;worried and scared&lt;/strong&gt; for you down here. i can imagine&lt;br /&gt;that pain ur feeling right now. i very much did not expect this&lt;br /&gt;to happen. and its the first day of school. how much worse could it get?&lt;br /&gt;but i think, i must applaude you for being brave. i really really really&lt;br /&gt;pity you a lot. hope it doesn't affect your old head injury.&lt;br /&gt;god bless you alright? get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im STRESS. yes. the terrorism project is not getting anywhere&lt;br /&gt;at the rate we are going. and that syafiq still havent sent the&lt;br /&gt;storyline. damn. how are we gna proceed if he doesnt send it. and&lt;br /&gt;fancy him ignoring ina's sms. how irresponsible is that. and the two&lt;br /&gt;girls give pictures that are irrelevant. and hey hello, no offence to&lt;br /&gt;this but its such an easy job. since u were doing the pics, me and ina&lt;br /&gt;gave u the easiest research and this is what we got? so much for our&lt;br /&gt;kindness. they're simply pushing the task to us. and he, is simply&lt;br /&gt;pushing the blame to us. not trying to say that we did the most,&lt;br /&gt;but hell, its true. im not in the right state of mind! *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115132902574429986?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115132902574429986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115132902574429986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115132902574429986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115132902574429986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/disastrous-new-term.html' title='disastrous new term'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115107661200542338</id><published>2006-06-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:30:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet oh sweet</title><content type='html'>bless me with more sweet dreams. im melting inside out!&lt;br /&gt;i love my dream last night. thats the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish ive not graduated and still am enjoying that company.&lt;br /&gt;the blurness. that soul doesnt even know how to look for words&lt;br /&gt;in the thesaurus/dictionary. wakakaaka. and hey thats reality talk&lt;br /&gt;which doesnt only appear in my dreams. thats for real.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember. and the cheeks turned all the way red.&lt;br /&gt;weirdo. why do i even dream of this. nah its okay. at least&lt;br /&gt;it aint a nightmare. im sooo looking forward to special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;ok enough world talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee. ewwww. yucks. disgusts me right to the bones.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe asyraf and me are up to hanky-pankies.&lt;br /&gt;lol as in we are playing stupid lame games. with&lt;br /&gt;all those mushyhoneyed words. *hairstands*&lt;br /&gt;and we're trying to keep it up as long as we could.&lt;br /&gt;nooo. i cant stand in no more. im purely DISGUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115107661200542338?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115107661200542338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115107661200542338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115107661200542338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115107661200542338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweet-oh-sweet.html' title='sweet oh sweet'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115081335140015208</id><published>2006-06-20T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:22:31.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoopsydoo</title><content type='html'>fancy fancy drill was fun. tiring of course.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt touch on standard at all.&lt;br /&gt;thats the most critical thg. cos sec 2 standard&lt;br /&gt;is like dropping and dropping. everythg isnt perfect&lt;br /&gt;at all. so yeah. and its like so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;many werent present. its like the longest training&lt;br /&gt;and its such a waste of time cos many werent present.&lt;br /&gt;correct..? yeah i noe it is. then evrythg is like held back.&lt;br /&gt;cos u cant see the real formation and all. and what to improve&lt;br /&gt;or change you see. screw you. and God loves us. it rained and&lt;br /&gt;therefore, like i said no standard. ahaha. then we started late.&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh. and today my cheeks and stomach were so painful due&lt;br /&gt;to laughing at veto, shahidah, zai, wei kang and eileen's jokes.&lt;br /&gt;haahahaa! practically everyone contributed to the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaa. funny man. veto oreo was so blur. lol. alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need serious shopping! i really do.&lt;br /&gt;im in serious need of clothes, skirts, pants,&lt;br /&gt;lingerie, hair accessories, body accessories,&lt;br /&gt;pump shoes or unique shoes, dresses and a critical one,&lt;br /&gt;a fringe cut and trimming of hair! *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115081335140015208?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115081335140015208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115081335140015208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115081335140015208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115081335140015208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/whoopsydoo.html' title='whoopsydoo'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115072617722485083</id><published>2006-06-19T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:20:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back, im back</title><content type='html'>hey earthlings. im back. woohooo. i miss my new friends,&lt;br /&gt;esp my 3 malay guyfriends in my group. awww. ahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;okay. they're like so called my closest fren lah in my grp.&lt;br /&gt;cos the rest all chinese. not racist laa. budden they keep on&lt;br /&gt;talking chinese. i think they're like fucken gossiping abt me.&lt;br /&gt;so what the fuck luh. and the guys treated me nicely laaa. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i hate that sir man. so damn frigging biased.&lt;br /&gt;gth laa bdh. lame sial ur jokes. look into my face. do i look like&lt;br /&gt;im laughing to ur oh-so-funny jokes? and hey don't ever dare&lt;br /&gt;to scold and humiliate my friend like that. ughh. that really&lt;br /&gt;pissed me off. everybody's enthusiasm level totally&lt;br /&gt;dropped down from there. &lt;strong&gt;syafiq!&lt;/strong&gt; u shld hv come and saved us!&lt;br /&gt;and another sir. fuck u lah. scolded me for my socks.&lt;br /&gt;so extra siah. and hey, i didnt act blur laa. and its not ankle socks&lt;br /&gt;u blind man. its not stated specifically in the kitlist what aniway.&lt;br /&gt;it just stated 'SOCKS.' and those bunch of minahs.&lt;br /&gt;wadever laa. ur not in the least range of '&lt;strong&gt;prettycutegorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;so please lah okay. look urself into the mirror. and quit&lt;br /&gt;acting like ur so uber cool. man. ur totally not. so pampered.&lt;br /&gt;and the way u tried to get attention is making u look&lt;br /&gt;wayyyyyyyyyyyy stupid by asking pathetic qns. ishkk.&lt;br /&gt;ur just getting on my nerves. but hell what do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest was fine. pt wasnt tough.&lt;br /&gt;campfire was boring. cos sec 2s&lt;br /&gt;didnt know some cheers and the song leaders&lt;br /&gt;voice werent clear. esp the one in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt even enthu laa. so we got fed-up and&lt;br /&gt;didnt cheer. then we had a debrief and all.&lt;br /&gt;yeahss. tell ya smth. our beds, toilets and water supply&lt;br /&gt;shldnt be taken for granted. the tents uhmms.&lt;br /&gt;anytime, it can be visited by insects of many rare&lt;br /&gt;species. toilet was sandy. water doesnt taste nice.&lt;br /&gt;and food. wowwish. the rations were too many!&lt;br /&gt;tons of them really. and im sick of instant&lt;br /&gt;noodles and can foods. sentry duty arent scary at all.&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly. greenview people are nice!&lt;br /&gt;shamira and aliah and fatin. ahahaha, they rawk man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115072617722485083?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115072617722485083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115072617722485083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115072617722485083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115072617722485083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-im-back.html' title='im back, im back'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115037385642915958</id><published>2006-06-15T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:17:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious talk</title><content type='html'>today is such an unexpected day to have such serious&lt;br /&gt;talk while enjoying my sorta last decent meal before&lt;br /&gt;atc. back to my serious talk, my babes and i, were talking&lt;br /&gt;about our past sins and talking about the punishment&lt;br /&gt;we'll get by God. im so scared. really, as in it suddenly&lt;br /&gt;dawned on me that i shld get myself prepared and all.&lt;br /&gt;the world is coming to an end soon. and really, i need&lt;br /&gt;to wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;no vulgarities at all whether im angry or not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dunt be rude to mom and dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciate what i hv right now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quit skipping ngaji, at least 3 times a week &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quit skipping prayers. important!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quit splurging on unnecessary stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;help the needy/donate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be nicer to others/forget their past mistakes to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;man its hard!! goshh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aniway about that. i shall let it be. i cant say anything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115037385642915958?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115037385642915958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115037385642915958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115037385642915958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115037385642915958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/serious-talk_15.html' title='serious talk'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-115017093809508036</id><published>2006-06-13T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:48:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me, im such a busy woman!</title><content type='html'>this last two weeks of hols is totally tiring.&lt;br /&gt;amm sooo lethargic. restless, not to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12 June*Monday*- npcc training&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 June*Tuesday*- buy all the stuffs needed&lt;br /&gt;14 June*Wednesday*- Amirah darling's bdae&lt;br /&gt;15 June*Thursday*- inter area 8 project/np training/&lt;br /&gt;beach road with np peeps, maybe OMG WHAT A DAY!&lt;br /&gt;hand in compo&lt;br /&gt;16 June-18 June*friday-sunday*- ATC Camp. no, i dun wna go.&lt;br /&gt;20th June*Tuesday*- &lt;s&gt;sec 2 squad np picnic&lt;/s&gt;NP TRNG!&lt;br /&gt;21 June*Wednesday*- np visit to subordinate court&lt;br /&gt;23 June*Friday*- mayb hv np trng&lt;br /&gt;24 June*Saturday*- 2E1 picnic / maybe hv np training&lt;br /&gt;OMG. so many stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy. hw shitty. GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. for np, i admit we slack a lot.&lt;br /&gt;okayy. so edited this post. cos i just&lt;br /&gt;talked to alson cutie. haahhaa&lt;br /&gt;yayyy. we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-115017093809508036?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/115017093809508036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=115017093809508036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115017093809508036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/115017093809508036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/tell-me-im-such-busy-woman.html' title='tell me, im such a busy woman!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114986786718406669</id><published>2006-06-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:12:59.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get prepared for atc?</title><content type='html'>asyraf. u got me freaked out with all ur ghostly&lt;br /&gt;stories. esp the one abt ur granny. goshh. those&lt;br /&gt;stories, to prepare me for night duty or whatever&lt;br /&gt;it is for atc? man, u've just brought down all my&lt;br /&gt;level of enthusiasm to go there. i was alrdy lazy&lt;br /&gt;enough to go. and there u go having fun, teasing me&lt;br /&gt;abt it.haahaha. but nvm, i wna listen more. entertaining&lt;br /&gt;but scary though. grr. am so not looking forward&lt;br /&gt;to atc. tell me about it. goshh. am so scaredddd.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt wna sleep. cos i scared if i experience the&lt;br /&gt;same thg as ur granny. yet at the same tym, i wna&lt;br /&gt;sleep so tht i wunt think of it. brrr. u experience&lt;br /&gt;quite a lot of stuffs, i suppose. i dunt want extremely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;timidshit/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh-im-the-bravest or over-confident/BIGMOUTH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partners for nightwalks/night duties.&lt;br /&gt;thats just the worst thing to hv. if the timidshit one was&lt;br /&gt;suppose to faint down there, i think i'd drop dead there.&lt;br /&gt;im a &lt;strong&gt;*scarycat*&lt;/strong&gt;. but not like those bullshit type luh or&lt;br /&gt;those that gets on ones nerves. no im not. if i get&lt;br /&gt;those kinda timidshit partners tht gets on my nerves,&lt;br /&gt;i think she'll get a dressing-down from me. (=&lt;br /&gt;those oh-im-SO-brave or over-confident people,&lt;br /&gt;they really need a wake up call. wait till, they experience&lt;br /&gt;it. andd if i get some act big, bigmouth shits, i'd&lt;br /&gt;smack them there. u dunt love ur mouths do u?&lt;br /&gt;fancy u saying all those spiritual stuffs are bullshit&lt;br /&gt;or 'u'll surely experience one there. hahaaa. scary cat'&lt;br /&gt;i'd give u a spanking seriously. if he/she was to say&lt;br /&gt;that, i'd really hope they'll see one and get traumatised!&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand these type of people. BULLSHIT them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and asyraf. omgomgomg. lucky during last yr's rayer&lt;br /&gt;u didnt tell us girls, abt what u guys saw. i tell u, if&lt;br /&gt;u were to tell us, we'd hv run like mad women,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of our kebaya/kurung, heels and blisters.&lt;br /&gt;well it was during last yr's rayer, as mentioned above,&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to go to our teacher's house. den we got lost&lt;br /&gt;again, for the 2nd time!&lt;br /&gt;and ended up at loyang &lt;strong&gt;ville&lt;/strong&gt; when we were supposed&lt;br /&gt;to go to loyang &lt;strong&gt;villa&lt;/strong&gt;. it was like a row of ghost town.&lt;br /&gt;very2 inside. near aloha loyang i think.&lt;br /&gt;at there, there was just a road separating it from a forest.&lt;br /&gt;it is a long row of houses there. mayb for the rich?&lt;br /&gt;omg. it gives me such creeps. then we found out that we&lt;br /&gt;were lost and there werent any taxis there since&lt;br /&gt;its lyk we're in the inside part of earth? so we had to walk&lt;br /&gt;out ourselves. it was a long, extremely long walk.&lt;br /&gt;we had to past all those rows of unused/deserted houses.&lt;br /&gt;then the guys saw 'her' staring at the whole lot of us&lt;br /&gt;in one of those houses but remained&lt;br /&gt;calm while us, girls were busy being conscious of our&lt;br /&gt;appearances and complaining of our blisters. we're&lt;br /&gt;bunch of scary-cats mind u. and it was getting&lt;br /&gt;late at tht place. i dunoe why. but it seemed dark there.&lt;br /&gt;then the guys(&lt;strong&gt;mean asses&lt;/strong&gt;),cept for asyraf and hykel,&lt;br /&gt;caught taxi and went over to loyang villa, leaving us girls.&lt;br /&gt;then some kind soul, brought amirah, asyraf, hykel and me&lt;br /&gt;to loyang villa in her car. nice of her. we reached there safely&lt;br /&gt;and waited for elle, fee and the rest. ishk. and then, like&lt;br /&gt;imentioned, we got lost twice. and finally this time,&lt;br /&gt;we got the right place BUT teacher went out.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;strong&gt;hey hip hip hurray? woohooo? 11 claps?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we informed him alrdy. ishkk. we got frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;and then we &lt;strong&gt;walked&lt;/strong&gt; to loyang point. cos its nearby&lt;br /&gt;i guess? cnt remember. then otw there, it started&lt;br /&gt;raining cats&amp;amp;dogs. wowwww. yay! gazillionhurrahs.&lt;br /&gt;the guys again, bunch of assholes, run there, leaving&lt;br /&gt;the pathetic souls behind. we were on heels, pulling&lt;br /&gt;our skirts up while running lyk mad women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*LOSE FACE* &lt;/strong&gt;EMBARRASSING! PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;GIVING US THAT&lt;strong&gt; MAD-WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt; LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;tht tym, i really wished that i was at home or either&lt;br /&gt;wearing jeans/slip on/tshirt!&lt;br /&gt;spare me the embarrassment. i cant imagine&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic we were. bunch of fools hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;nahh. we're gorgeous people. i miss them! awwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. wish me a goodnyt sleep! asyraf. kool stories&lt;br /&gt;but lets continue tmr okay? hahaaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114986786718406669?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114986786718406669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114986786718406669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114986786718406669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114986786718406669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/get-prepared-for-atc.html' title='get prepared for atc?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114965552500975192</id><published>2006-06-07T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T15:13:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy bunch of teens!</title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun/SUPERB! credits to mimi and hakim.&lt;br /&gt;haahaha.crazy bunch of teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;hearts;*humyrah/syamimi/hakim* &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;despite the craziness, we're still gorgeous people. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;ryttttt. unbelievable tht u guys actually went hanging ard&lt;br /&gt;at my void-deck. had a hell loads of fun! lol. naughty bro&amp;sis,&lt;br /&gt;its alrdy 4pm and ur still lingering at my place. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked when hakim told me tht he wna go to my&lt;br /&gt;place. like are u joking or what? or i thought it was just an&lt;br /&gt;excuse to see his beloved. but he was faster than me,&lt;br /&gt;he alrdy went here to send her. you shouted my name? heh.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt here. hahaaa. kentalan betul. hakim is hell funny.&lt;br /&gt;about the nail thgy. i've nvr heard of anybody doing tht;&lt;br /&gt;plucking the whole nail out. &lt;strong&gt;*chuckles&amp;giggles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi said that i laughed like as if i've nvr larffed before.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, its really funny. can cry due to the absolute&lt;br /&gt;funniness of hakim. hahaaa. u guys lyk bro&amp;amp;sis. or sis&amp;amp;sis.&lt;br /&gt;haha. klakarr laaaaaaaa. oh man stop it, humyrah!&lt;br /&gt;lol. cnt help laughing. i dunoe why, but its totally&lt;br /&gt;entertaining. got some serious moment. i listened and&lt;br /&gt;understood everythg right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;though i kept myself shut, i knew what u were talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;cos i dunoe how to answer hakim's qn..?&lt;br /&gt;i was numbed, thinking of the &lt;strong&gt;rightest and wisest&lt;/strong&gt; answer&lt;br /&gt;so that i wunt say anythg wrong. aniways, mimi, nice hairstyle,&lt;br /&gt;nice hair colour, nice fringe &lt;strong&gt;***aww melts***&lt;/strong&gt;,nice handwriting&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, nice lady. hahaaha((: fun laaaa. i wna hang ard again.&lt;br /&gt;but now, not at my place. hees*&lt;br /&gt;the arts of vandalism. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;the arts of writing in ur undominant&lt;br /&gt;(is that how u spelled it? heh, i dunoe?)&lt;br /&gt;hand. whoots. aku &lt;strong&gt;syg&lt;/strong&gt; kakak dan abgku!&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha. benny-ish. benny.benny.benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*humyrah/syamimi/hakim*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114965552500975192?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114965552500975192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114965552500975192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114965552500975192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114965552500975192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-bunch-of-teens.html' title='crazy bunch of teens!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114939642719260740</id><published>2006-06-04T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:46:00.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photographs, anyone?</title><content type='html'>yes people. just as i promised.&lt;br /&gt;pictures uploaded. even my&lt;br /&gt;ancient ones such as last yr&lt;br /&gt;hari raya's pic. hehe. that &lt;br /&gt;just shows how long i take to&lt;br /&gt;upload. ohh the main cause is &lt;br /&gt;just that im plain lazy, no doubts.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humyrah &amp; diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehee. no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go pink people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my hair..sort of. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lil crabby. thats my art btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went emo people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe this is crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, a complete photo of us, four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh man. look at the camera laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jihan and fidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: no comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scram off u lil sluts down there. ahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farizah has always been my dear(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pix%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pix%20076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rubern {at the orphanage}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other pics later2 can laa.okay?&lt;br /&gt;tired laaaa. alright bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114939642719260740?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114939642719260740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114939642719260740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114939642719260740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114939642719260740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/photographs-anyone.html' title='photographs, anyone?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114917522652263324</id><published>2006-06-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:57:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!move on</title><content type='html'>i hate you babooney shitbags!&lt;br /&gt;i hate you i hate you i hate you&lt;br /&gt;ohh dooshbags. say whatever&lt;br /&gt;u want. criticise whatever you&lt;br /&gt;want. but i know that u'll be&lt;br /&gt;deceiving urselves. cos in ur&lt;br /&gt;heart, ur opinion totally differs&lt;br /&gt;from you said. u just hate that&lt;br /&gt;person, and wna make her feel&lt;br /&gt;bad right? but oh too bad, shes&lt;br /&gt;not affected at all. neither do i.&lt;br /&gt;spit out whatever u have&lt;br /&gt;to say. cos im not gonna give&lt;br /&gt;a shit abt you. alright?(:&lt;br /&gt;*winkos.* and get this into that&lt;br /&gt;mummified, decomposing&lt;br /&gt;and rotting brains of urs; i dunt&lt;br /&gt;have anything to do with&lt;br /&gt;you at all. criticise me for all&lt;br /&gt;i care. i dunt give two fucks&lt;br /&gt;about it. u know what&lt;br /&gt;baboons? its time for u to move&lt;br /&gt;on and get some life out there okay?&lt;br /&gt;stop all ur craps and be &lt;strong&gt;happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos when u get angry, there'll&lt;br /&gt;be &lt;strong&gt;wrinkles&lt;/strong&gt; on ur face making&lt;br /&gt;you look ugly. i dunt&lt;br /&gt;think u would wish for that to&lt;br /&gt;happen do you? mind ur etiquette&lt;br /&gt;okay? ohh alright then,&lt;br /&gt;thats all i have for u, shitbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today was great.&lt;br /&gt;the arts of vandalism&lt;br /&gt;in emma's drawing book.&lt;br /&gt;her book of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;rawked my life, totally!&lt;br /&gt;so cool. emma's art is&lt;br /&gt;whoaaa, superb! i salute&lt;br /&gt;ya girl. LOVE IT LOTS.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry to vandalise&lt;br /&gt;the two black and white pages&lt;br /&gt;of ur book. hees. entertaining,&lt;br /&gt;i admit it. hahaa. as you can&lt;br /&gt;see, i was like rotting there.&lt;br /&gt;ur book surely did wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my npcc dance cliques!&lt;br /&gt;emma charlotte, carmen,&lt;br /&gt;jihan, farina, nadia, shushu,&lt;br /&gt;wahidah, fairuz, syafiq and joey!&lt;br /&gt;ohh. and the rest too. all of&lt;br /&gt;our names were drawn in emma's&lt;br /&gt;book.(: ugly but its alright. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates on oral. it suckysucks&lt;br /&gt;totally. i spitted a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;of singlish chunks. and i was &lt;br /&gt;sort of mumbling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;help me! and i had no idea what &lt;br /&gt;to say abt the picture. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;im gna flunk oral, dunt u agree so?&lt;br /&gt;I DUNT WANT! -groans&amp;moans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey mimi dear.&lt;br /&gt;pls dunt say that i surely wunt&lt;br /&gt;believe you. cos i do believe you.&lt;br /&gt;i have every little faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;so please, dun ever say that i dun&lt;br /&gt;believe you. cos its soooooooo&lt;br /&gt;heartwrenching i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, iluiluiluiluiluilu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some malacca pics, edited version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/h%26f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/h%26f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farina and me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/pic-038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/pic-038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err. us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/Picture%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/Picture%20031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats whad i meant by&lt;br /&gt;entangling(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/1600/Picture%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/234/633/200/Picture%20074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cheeky room mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more pics uploaded in the next post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114917522652263324?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114917522652263324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114917522652263324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114917522652263324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114917522652263324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/06/move-on.html' title='!move on'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114908249152966788</id><published>2006-05-31T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:37:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dooshbags</title><content type='html'>ohh irda. im in love with that&lt;br /&gt;'dooshbags' word. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;kinda cool though. (((:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malacca trip was all about&lt;br /&gt;camwhoring. all those crappy&lt;br /&gt;pics were taken. and duh, i spoilt&lt;br /&gt;them. hehee. entangling was&lt;br /&gt;so much fun. shopping wasnt fun.&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt hv enuff tym and all those&lt;br /&gt;i wanted wasnt there. it was there laa&lt;br /&gt;actually budden not enuff tym.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much. and the jonker&lt;br /&gt;street or wadever u spelled it,&lt;br /&gt;was soooo not my type laaa. cheap&lt;br /&gt;but fugly stuffs. SORRY LA.&lt;br /&gt;no offence but tts my personal&lt;br /&gt;opinion. hehes. cos its lyk if i buy the&lt;br /&gt;stuffs there, confirm i wunt use them.&lt;br /&gt;so whats the point of wasting ryt? ((:&lt;br /&gt;food was yummilicious i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time was spent eating.&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream was superb. and im beginning&lt;br /&gt;to hate her for those fucking harsh&lt;br /&gt;words she used. it was so not the right&lt;br /&gt;time la to scold and give that pathetic&lt;br /&gt;look. and those catfights were practically&lt;br /&gt;annoying. and she too. following people's&lt;br /&gt;style. oh and get it right. im not trying&lt;br /&gt;to be lyk tht bitch accusing ppl of copying&lt;br /&gt;her fucking low-class style, but this one&lt;br /&gt;is trully annoying. she even said it laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not trying hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;im just worried kay. for you.&lt;br /&gt;yes for you. now u just relax and&lt;br /&gt;dunt think about it. kayys? am just&lt;br /&gt;hoping that u will quit. cheers my&lt;br /&gt;dearest(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114908249152966788?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114908249152966788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114908249152966788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114908249152966788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114908249152966788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/dooshbags.html' title='dooshbags'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114863695952027509</id><published>2006-05-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:53:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gazillion hurrahs for surviving sch today!</title><content type='html'>heys today was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;hence, the title of my post.&lt;br /&gt;'gazillion hurrahs for surviving&lt;br /&gt;sch today!'&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing important&lt;br /&gt;going on except for getting&lt;br /&gt;the report book. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;ms faten, i want the chocs&lt;br /&gt;pleaseee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the starting of the day was&lt;br /&gt;damn frustrating. those&lt;br /&gt;three bitches really need&lt;br /&gt;a hard spanking on their&lt;br /&gt;arses and smacking on their&lt;br /&gt;fugly faces. well, it was during&lt;br /&gt;emergency exercise and it&lt;br /&gt;was effing hot down there at the&lt;br /&gt;basketball court. we had to&lt;br /&gt;squeeze in since the whole school&lt;br /&gt;was there. and damn it, it was like&lt;br /&gt;blazing hot and so, i moved over to&lt;br /&gt;the 1t1 corner since there weren't&lt;br /&gt;anybody sitting there. i needed shade.&lt;br /&gt;then this obese, sengau plus dumb&lt;br /&gt;girl or shld i say a boy, was like&lt;br /&gt;hell cursing me in malay.&lt;br /&gt;' eh satu pompan bodoh ni dah move&lt;br /&gt;plak kat sini. dah express nk jadi&lt;br /&gt;technical pe........'&lt;br /&gt;wtf sial. excuse me, shes the dumbqueen&lt;br /&gt;here. shes &lt;strong&gt;TECHNICAL. &lt;/strong&gt;im lyk express.&lt;br /&gt;who r u calling dumb here? speak for&lt;br /&gt;urself. muker tk sebrape, jgn nk&lt;br /&gt;step jambu. and hello, ur lyk one hell&lt;br /&gt;of a desperate girl looking for guys who&lt;br /&gt;doesnt want u. get it?&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to any techs reading, im not referring to u. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im only referring to this pathetic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dumbqueen.)&lt;/em&gt; and her vocab&lt;br /&gt;is so limited. hahaa. only know how to say&lt;br /&gt;'eh. eh. eh' tts dumb laa. hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me, who wld wna go technical&lt;br /&gt;after studying so hard. she hasnt got&lt;br /&gt;any rights to say that since im older&lt;br /&gt;than her and smarter than her. cracked&lt;br /&gt;brains. no difference from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now whatever to hugo monsters&lt;br /&gt;whos only an expert in cursing people.&lt;br /&gt;tsk3. poor mannerism. thanks kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;i love ur sarcasm. and kimmy rawks&lt;br /&gt;too! haha. they got nth more to say&lt;br /&gt;and they ended up getting angry there&lt;br /&gt;instead of us.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, syamimi pretty luhh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. ur blushing. lol. awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;dunt malu2 laaa. lol. and aniway&lt;br /&gt;sweety, im gna miss you soooo&lt;br /&gt;much!!! take care kay?? hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;mwuahhhs.iluiluiluiluiluiluiluiluilu.&lt;br /&gt;hlulandtlol((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poeple im gna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;malacca, malacca here i come?&lt;br /&gt;ohh right. haaha. im kinda&lt;br /&gt;lazy to go. hurh. i dunoe why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic minahs. dunt need to act&lt;br /&gt;big in front of me. ur just&lt;br /&gt;bunch of conceited &lt;strong&gt;PIGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye dumbqueens. hv fun stuffing&lt;br /&gt;urself with fatty foods and be prepared&lt;br /&gt;to tear ur skirts when u get to school&lt;br /&gt;on the first day. im waiting((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114863695952027509?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114863695952027509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114863695952027509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114863695952027509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114863695952027509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/gazillion-hurrahs-for-surviving-sch.html' title='gazillion hurrahs for surviving sch today!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114856237090379982</id><published>2006-05-25T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:14:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my apology</title><content type='html'>to u people,&lt;br /&gt;im really &lt;u&gt;sorry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for being too&lt;br /&gt;stubborn and problematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;gazillions of sorry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayy. im loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;am seriously in a deep,&lt;br /&gt;deep dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess u'll understand&lt;br /&gt;my feelings if u were me.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i decided to &lt;u&gt;let them&lt;br /&gt;be.&lt;/u&gt; they like it or not OR jealous&lt;br /&gt;or not OR angry or not&lt;br /&gt;OR happy or not, let them&lt;br /&gt;be. perhaps its better off this way..?&lt;br /&gt;its better for us and everybody ryt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; jihan dear. thanks. i read ur&lt;br /&gt;post. but do u think im enjoying it?&lt;br /&gt;obviously i dunt. its extremely&lt;br /&gt;unpleasant. yes, its not worth it. i know&lt;br /&gt;that. i used to not care abt whatever&lt;br /&gt;she said. but now, i &lt;b&gt;cant bear&lt;/b&gt; it any&lt;br /&gt;longer. im trying and am still trying not&lt;br /&gt;to get influenced by her remarks. but&lt;br /&gt;somehow or rather, i just dunt understd&lt;br /&gt;how her mind works. shes &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; testing&lt;br /&gt;my patience. there's limit to my patience.&lt;br /&gt;but hey dear, dunt worry. i know my&lt;br /&gt;thoughts are mixed up. i'll get it sorted out&lt;br /&gt;as soon as possible. i know u guys are right&lt;br /&gt;but its just that, i cant seem to understd&lt;br /&gt;myself.im not trying to spoil anythg.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt want the muteness to last of course.&lt;br /&gt;i want the fun too. im mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;i've no comments abt me being loved more&lt;br /&gt;than them. cmon, its lyk they're effing&lt;br /&gt;'popular' and many3 others looovveee&lt;br /&gt;them as compared to me. seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i think they have cracked brains.&lt;br /&gt;im really tired of hearing the same old&lt;br /&gt;grandfather stories from them.&lt;br /&gt;its lyk u know its tiring getting accused&lt;br /&gt;like this. and its really hurtful u know that?&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy soon, no doubts abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alright, lets show off the good &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friendship we had built &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;throughout this year. let them &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;open their eyes even wider this time.&lt;br /&gt;let them be even more jealous of this.&lt;br /&gt;let their SUPER-THICK eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;and mascaras melt.(((:&lt;br /&gt;i guess u'll very much agree to this.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; u too honeybunch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; convinced me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;thanks sweethearts. thanks for the&lt;br /&gt;advices and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to farina dear: thanks and im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;like i said to jihan, lets &lt;b&gt;show off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friendship we had. let them&lt;br /&gt;get annoyed and run off to their&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends; their one and only&lt;br /&gt;rotting partners for life. i hate them&lt;br /&gt;completely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get off my back u minah shits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114856237090379982?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114856237090379982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114856237090379982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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taking/snatching/stealing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur precious ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for destroying ur life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for ruining ur happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for you could not spend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time with them like u used to be anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for causing a strain in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for stealing away those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i took from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for being the cause of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for inviting troubles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for being greedy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for being a stealer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for being a bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but seriously, im really tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sick of all this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know im the one at fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but im tired, really to the extreme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i understand those feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunt mind sharing cos they, too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are my precious. but i know u mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me some peace will you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114846806094764941?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114846806094764941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114846806094764941' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO SYIRA((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nidda go search for present!&lt;br /&gt;she love stuffs from happy house&lt;br /&gt;and xcessorize(or wdv u spell it)&lt;br /&gt;hehe. ur prezzie later-later&lt;br /&gt;kay sis?? be patient and wait((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is home ec. mrs choo&lt;br /&gt;decided to make sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;soup. BUT, when we were&lt;br /&gt;peeling those potatoes, fidah&lt;br /&gt;and fifah's potatoes were rotten.&lt;br /&gt;so were the others. but theirs&lt;br /&gt;have MAGGOTS! tell me thats&lt;br /&gt;gross. and so we didnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;maggots remind me of akif.&lt;br /&gt;he told me once before that his&lt;br /&gt;soccer boots had maggots in it&lt;br /&gt;cos he didnt wash them. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;and mrs choo was kind enough to&lt;br /&gt;cook for us green bean soup. i noe&lt;br /&gt;ur nice but i've had enuff of green&lt;br /&gt;beans during np. so yeah, thanks&lt;br /&gt;and sorry. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. today is photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;i looked retarded. my fringe!&lt;br /&gt;irritating but i love 'em! heh!&lt;br /&gt;den for the last photoshoot,&lt;br /&gt;mimi and liana suddenly&lt;br /&gt;appeared. i was shocked. haha??&lt;br /&gt;andd i looked down and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;pukeys. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bitches totally sucks dunt&lt;br /&gt;you agree? they changed huh.&lt;br /&gt;totally i mean. hurhh. seriously&lt;br /&gt;whats happening to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had np trng. we slacked a lot,&lt;br /&gt;we agree. we had phototaking again!&lt;br /&gt;iwas lyk short duh, so i blended&lt;br /&gt;in with the sec ones. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;wei kang too!. the sec one guys are&lt;br /&gt;effing cute! haha fun shot was funny.&lt;br /&gt;i was lyk jumping from benches and&lt;br /&gt;then to chairs to get into the right&lt;br /&gt;position. tsk3. ohh! and i took&lt;br /&gt;photo with shahidah ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;my face was fugly and piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i had to act blur but&lt;br /&gt;i laughed instead. i got the blur&lt;br /&gt;face right at the 3rd photo.&lt;br /&gt;heheeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dear dear girl. im so&lt;br /&gt;worried for you. i heard what&lt;br /&gt;u said just now. and i felt so&lt;br /&gt;sad for you. seriously, i dunt&lt;br /&gt;want that to happen. cos&lt;br /&gt;yes i will really miss you&lt;br /&gt;to bits and pieces. im like&lt;br /&gt;thinking and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114838939410624359?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114838939410624359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114838939410624359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114838939410624359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114838939410624359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/stinking-bitches-hot-photoshoots.html' title='stinking bitches, hot photoshoots?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114828723017652240</id><published>2006-05-22T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:48:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!mid year dilemma</title><content type='html'>alright. today, i officially&lt;br /&gt;got back all of my papers.&lt;br /&gt;i flunked my literature by&lt;br /&gt;just 2 marks. any idea how pissed&lt;br /&gt;off i was by it and to make it worse,&lt;br /&gt;those people just had to go on&lt;br /&gt;bragging abt their marks.&lt;br /&gt;i know its superb but u've&lt;br /&gt;got the wrong person to brag to.&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought for others&lt;br /&gt;feelings cann? urgh. i was&lt;br /&gt;down and whatever abt it cos&lt;br /&gt;its expected tt i wld fail. but&lt;br /&gt;it was so sickening to see others&lt;br /&gt;getting so high. wanted to let some&lt;br /&gt;tears out but decided not to&lt;br /&gt;cos ive got enuff of friday.&lt;br /&gt;andd mr tay made a motivational&lt;br /&gt;speech abt the papers.&lt;br /&gt;'...its not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;dunt get too depressed. lets move&lt;br /&gt;on from here and strive for the better&lt;br /&gt;next semester.....'&lt;br /&gt;andd woww. icldnt believe i passed&lt;br /&gt;chemistry and even got tt higher&lt;br /&gt;than bio. wow much huh??&lt;br /&gt;andd geography was too disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;got a b3. expected an a1 though. ughh.&lt;br /&gt;depressing. many2 people got higher&lt;br /&gt;than me. ugh. shh people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafidah dear is damn smart. she scored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY WELL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for all papers. im so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;and akif, zut alors, he is soooo improving.&lt;br /&gt;tell me ur secret pls. he scored higher than&lt;br /&gt;me for bio and lit. boy, tell me ur secret pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yes, me and jihan was having some&lt;br /&gt;serious fashion problem. hahaa. she wanted&lt;br /&gt;the Vans shoes badly. i wanted too but not as&lt;br /&gt;bad as her. lol. she went to search almost the&lt;br /&gt;whole singapore for it but cldnt find. i need&lt;br /&gt;unique shoes. please someone. andd i need&lt;br /&gt;a gold puma bag. aww *melt* but its okay,&lt;br /&gt;i got the black one! hehee. belonged to my sis&lt;br /&gt;actually. and she is my shopping partner(:&lt;br /&gt;andd yay we're gna sleep tgt. but fidah is not&lt;br /&gt;in our grp. depressing! its okay gurl, we'll&lt;br /&gt;stick tgt in the day! must must must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an update of my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woollywhiteshit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng paper 1 - 39/60&lt;br /&gt;eng paper 2 -30/50&lt;br /&gt;eng paper 3 -97/139&lt;br /&gt;maths paper 1- 43/50&lt;br /&gt;maths paper 2- 34/55&lt;br /&gt;malay paper 1 - 48/70&lt;br /&gt;malay paper 2- 72/85&lt;br /&gt;biology- 23/40&lt;br /&gt;chemistry- 25/40&lt;br /&gt;physics- 30.5/40&lt;br /&gt;history- 56/85&lt;br /&gt;goegraphy- 66/100&lt;br /&gt;literature- 38/80&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114828723017652240?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114828723017652240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114828723017652240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114828723017652240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114828723017652240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-year-dilemma.html' title='!mid year dilemma'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114811197646864407</id><published>2006-05-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:03:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bdae sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farina sweetayy. happy 14th bdae.&lt;br /&gt;cheer up ok? its ur &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the handbag-shaped notebook rawks!&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha. thanks to me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay i wish you good luck for ur&lt;br /&gt;future endeavours. be confident in&lt;br /&gt;doing anythg okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNSHINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114811197646864407?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114811197646864407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114811197646864407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114811197646864407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114811197646864407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-bdae-sunshine.html' title='happy bdae sunshine'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114803041944605184</id><published>2006-05-19T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:20:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drifting hopes?</title><content type='html'>im so down in the mouth today.&lt;br /&gt;depressed and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;disappointed, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; day perhaps. seriously. i dunoe&lt;br /&gt;what've gotten into my mind, apart&lt;br /&gt;from exam result, that i felt so sad,&lt;br /&gt;disappointed and angry. tangled up!&lt;br /&gt;thanks, u people for cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;my exam result is disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wna receive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;am so not gna enjoy the hols and&lt;br /&gt;malacca trip. i love the times at&lt;br /&gt;mcdonalds just now.(= mimi was on diet.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt wna eat and so we forced her&lt;br /&gt;to eat. and girl, smell my legs.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;den had this np thgy in skl. the siglapians&lt;br /&gt;were friendly. hahaa. the syafiq very&lt;br /&gt;enthu. i realize that people with the name&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQ are enthu people. i guess laa.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. and thats it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114803041944605184?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114803041944605184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114803041944605184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114803041944605184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114803041944605184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/drifting-hopes.html' title='drifting hopes?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114791042514337830</id><published>2006-05-18T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:41:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning sunshine!</title><content type='html'>it is 7.45am according to my computer&lt;br /&gt;watch. just finished helping my mom&lt;br /&gt;to water the plants outside. haaha,&lt;br /&gt;nvr did i realize that watering can be so&lt;br /&gt;much fun. lol. hahaah. and before that;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 6.30am to send my lil sis to skl.&lt;br /&gt;morning air is so fresh! xP&lt;br /&gt;then i met syahirah; old buddy.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked&amp;talked. then she told me abt&lt;br /&gt;hafiz and stuffs. aniway hafiz, cheer up&lt;br /&gt;okayy..? at least ur language is superb!&lt;br /&gt;try harder next time:D then went to&lt;br /&gt;7-11. i met faiz. he was going to skl.&lt;br /&gt;ouhh wdv you. step tak kenal. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;he is still short but at least he grows. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. at last. finally. im free from exam!&lt;br /&gt;this calls for a celebration. haha. rite. NO.&lt;br /&gt;result isnt out yet. im soo scared. i think im&lt;br /&gt;gna fail literature and chem. and oh yarr.&lt;br /&gt;english. shucks laa. only malay is my&lt;br /&gt;reassurance. pathetic sehh. mid year is&lt;br /&gt;effin difficult. what abt streaming..?&lt;br /&gt;are we gna die..? goshh. andd what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;sehh. im so irritated with both of them laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak serik2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. hurhh. farina and jihan shld&lt;br /&gt;noe what im talking abt. and ms faten.&lt;br /&gt;ishhk. why shld she create a rooming list.?&lt;br /&gt;she can create for the guys i dunt mind.&lt;br /&gt;but not us girls. hurh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to syamimi my dear. woww. what&lt;br /&gt;an experience. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCARY AND GROSS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity you a lot. i wld've dropped down&lt;br /&gt;there, screaming and wailing away.&lt;br /&gt;ishhkk. no wonder its traumatised,&lt;br /&gt;shocked and speechless. seramm sehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ilyas. my condolences to youu.&lt;br /&gt;andd yea ur nick is true.&lt;br /&gt;"death happens to us all we cant&lt;br /&gt;evade it nor can we delay it, so therefore&lt;br /&gt;be ready for death."&lt;br /&gt;his great grandfather/mother&lt;br /&gt;just passed away. aniway&lt;br /&gt;he is so smart. he aced all his subjects.&lt;br /&gt;he got a2 for english and science. b3 for&lt;br /&gt;maths. b4 for lit. and got somemore laaa.&lt;br /&gt;smart. and he said he nvr even study.&lt;br /&gt;ohh wadever ilyas. lucky laa u.&lt;br /&gt;dahlahh dun kembang ahh. hmmphh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114791042514337830?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114791042514337830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114791042514337830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114791042514337830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114791042514337830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/morning-sunshine.html' title='morning sunshine!'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114752972401744281</id><published>2006-05-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:15:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flowershowers&lt;3</title><content type='html'>yes. finally sis and me&lt;br /&gt;came to a decision to&lt;br /&gt;get mom flowers for&lt;br /&gt;mothers' day. typical&lt;br /&gt;but thats what mum&lt;br /&gt;loves! she has a thing&lt;br /&gt;for flowers. RED ROSES&lt;br /&gt;especially. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeaah. so went tamp&lt;br /&gt;and got her flowers.&lt;br /&gt;and i so hate the salesgirl.&lt;br /&gt;mann. unfriendly service&lt;br /&gt;ugh. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;its alrdy good tt im buying&lt;br /&gt;ur roses. HURH.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. AHH WADEVER&lt;br /&gt;LADY. go and rot with&lt;br /&gt;ur flowers(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mothers' day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114752972401744281?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114752972401744281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114752972401744281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114752972401744281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114752972401744281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/flowershowers3.html' title='flowershowers&lt;3'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114741260939625840</id><published>2006-05-12T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:43:29.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitbags.</title><content type='html'>after such a long time of not seeing each&lt;br /&gt;other, we met. and ysterday was the&lt;br /&gt;second time this week. well, appearance&lt;br /&gt;based, he changed but as childish as&lt;br /&gt;always; his significance. kinda funny&lt;br /&gt;when i saw him getting scolded by the&lt;br /&gt;guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cavana to eat. then there was&lt;br /&gt;this guy from outside waving in the&lt;br /&gt;direction of me and mimi. i tot he was&lt;br /&gt;mimi's fren cos i dun recognize him&lt;br /&gt;being my fren but he wasnt. he got&lt;br /&gt;the wrong person perhaps..? and so&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for farina to finish her&lt;br /&gt;food which took forever, they had sex&lt;br /&gt;talk. im not included. crappy; im pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ms faten love my watch. haahah.&lt;br /&gt;she was like so effin cute when she told&lt;br /&gt;me to take out my watch and give it to&lt;br /&gt;her. haha. and yeah, got caught by her&lt;br /&gt;and mr gng for my green peas earrings.&lt;br /&gt;mann. it doesnt bother u right..? there're&lt;br /&gt;like tons of others in school wearing bigger,&lt;br /&gt;attractive ones. oh wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;its just so fateful to get a tough paper.&lt;br /&gt;i love malay paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt really hard. quite simple. at least&lt;br /&gt;it cheers me up after history shitbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drowned in a world of confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where everything spinned round and round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114741260939625840?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114741260939625840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114741260939625840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114741260939625840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114741260939625840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/shitbags.html' title='shitbags.'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114700601790071086</id><published>2006-05-07T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:52:16.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid year breakdown,?</title><content type='html'>ohh akif. happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. turned fourteen huh?&lt;br /&gt;dah 'abang-abang'. pukes. ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;ok aniway stay the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all the best for future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;woww so formal..? ahaha. wdv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i touched up on history.&lt;br /&gt;but still cant remember chp 7 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;malayy. aww. have to remember&lt;br /&gt;the peribahasa and stuffs and the letter&lt;br /&gt;format. im just oh-wondering.&lt;br /&gt;why cant the letter format be the same&lt;br /&gt;for both english and malay??&lt;br /&gt;its like hello, confusing.&lt;br /&gt;one with commas, the other one with none.&lt;br /&gt;one with the receiver's add while the&lt;br /&gt;other one dunt nidda put.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; the worse thing, they keep&lt;br /&gt;renewing the format. just stick to one cann?&lt;br /&gt;okayy im being lame. at least the letter&lt;br /&gt;format for malay is much easier as compared&lt;br /&gt;to eng. uhmms. tmr there'll be malay listening&lt;br /&gt;compre..and i hate it. cos its confusing.&lt;br /&gt;stressed; along the lines of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst went out to eat. den went to metro&lt;br /&gt;at the dolls section. mann. the barbie's&lt;br /&gt;are so so cool. awwwww. i love them&lt;br /&gt;to bits. i love dolls; esp barbie.&lt;br /&gt;i wna buy it! goshh. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;childish but who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;barbie is the most wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;besides cool fashion stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh farina darl. get well soon. u really&lt;br /&gt;have to. its lyk malay listening compre&lt;br /&gt;tmr. uhmms, eat medicine, go under&lt;br /&gt;the air-conditioner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114700601790071086?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114700601790071086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114700601790071086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114700601790071086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114700601790071086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-year-breakdown.html' title='mid year breakdown,?'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114688857863472869</id><published>2006-05-06T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:19:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in loving memories,</title><content type='html'>paper 1 is over.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote pure crap.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i had no ideas&lt;br /&gt;what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;the topics are boring.&lt;br /&gt;for the descriptive, i chose&lt;br /&gt;abt a school outing.&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote it more lyk a&lt;br /&gt;personal recount.&lt;br /&gt;the section 2 is a letter proposal.&lt;br /&gt;the format oh-great.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt insert the hsc add.&lt;br /&gt;dumbo. ohhh my godd.&lt;br /&gt;praying&amp;amp;hoping tt i'll pass eng.&lt;br /&gt;currently, im worried for exams.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wna fail any single subject&lt;br /&gt;i started on geography, malay and&lt;br /&gt;history alrdy. physics too cos i studied&lt;br /&gt;that for modular .. and topic is abt light.&lt;br /&gt;so yeaa tts all. pathetic. maths a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;the rest nowp. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then aft sch, did dnt&lt;br /&gt;till 1pm. so surprising to see&lt;br /&gt;the canteen so few ppl ard because&lt;br /&gt;of the election thgy. must leave skl&lt;br /&gt;before 1.30. hahaa. usually, ard 1pm,&lt;br /&gt;there shld be many2 ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. man i hate the changes for&lt;br /&gt;the malacca trip. why shld there be 6&lt;br /&gt;ppl sleeping tgt instead of the old 4 ppl.&lt;br /&gt;wtf seyh. absolutely no privacy at all.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt want any fucking extras ard.&lt;br /&gt;eugh. 4 ppl is more than enuff lar pls.&lt;br /&gt;which 2 extras shall we take? hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;i want none. and WORSE OF ALL,&lt;br /&gt;i want no teachers to sleep with us. NOO!&lt;br /&gt;i wna enjoy tt trip wif my wonderful sluts!&lt;br /&gt;and not other fucking extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh haziyah darl, its okay. hahaah(=&lt;br /&gt;and mimi dear, anythg u wish..&lt;br /&gt;the better one for urself ok..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114688857863472869?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114688857863472869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114688857863472869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114688857863472869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114688857863472869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-loving-memories.html' title='in loving memories,'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114673257569815396</id><published>2006-05-04T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:58:36.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugging</title><content type='html'>ohh mugging away.&lt;br /&gt;and wow, i got back some&lt;br /&gt;of the ancient tests back.&lt;br /&gt;english i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and am so disappointed, really.&lt;br /&gt;grammar was a total disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;i failed duh. mann, i ask you&lt;br /&gt;how can a person fail grammar?&lt;br /&gt;and i got a pathetic zero&lt;br /&gt;for synthesis. i think i shld gain&lt;br /&gt;my 2 marks though it wunt make&lt;br /&gt;much difference. we received 2 compre&lt;br /&gt;papers too. got a 5/15 and a 9/15.&lt;br /&gt;well. its compre. whad d'you expect?&lt;br /&gt;oh lucky shes gna take the higher one.&lt;br /&gt;then these descriptive stuff. i got a&lt;br /&gt;6/10 and 8/10. HURHH.&lt;br /&gt;am so hating this. nvr in my whole&lt;br /&gt;life did i ever fail grammar. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;even tt blur pass. am turning upside&lt;br /&gt;down, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only three tests give me joy.&lt;br /&gt;physics modular 45/50&lt;br /&gt;geography test 20/25&lt;br /&gt;maths, 76/100&lt;br /&gt;i hate fidah for maths.&lt;br /&gt;ur so smart. hurhh&lt;br /&gt;an 81. unfair, u braniac.&lt;br /&gt;and jihan too. aww u beat me&lt;br /&gt;my 1 mark. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; farina.&lt;br /&gt;better scrape ur fingernails&lt;br /&gt;on the parade square today.&lt;br /&gt;MY GODD. U PEELED MY SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;im not ur brother mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my FOUR beautiful sluts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're gna spend our time away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;during malacca trip. smooches sluts. and jihan darl. HAHA to them. get it?xP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114673257569815396?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114673257569815396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114673257569815396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114673257569815396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114673257569815396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/05/mugging.html' title='mugging'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114637211840264678</id><published>2006-04-30T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:41:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunt wish either.&lt;br /&gt;cheers, sweetcakes(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114637211840264678?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114637211840264678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114637211840264678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114637211840264678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114637211840264678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dunt-wish-either.html' title=''/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114629242600862291</id><published>2006-04-29T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:41:02.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends, treasure them</title><content type='html'>why bother to fight when&lt;br /&gt;ur once bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt;why do this to her when&lt;br /&gt;she had done nothing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;why make use of her when she&lt;br /&gt;was the one who covers up for&lt;br /&gt;you whenever anybody wanted to&lt;br /&gt;gossip abt you?&lt;br /&gt;why call her all those nasty words&lt;br /&gt;when those words describe you?&lt;br /&gt;why did you betray her times&lt;br /&gt;and times again?&lt;br /&gt;why dunt you treasure the&lt;br /&gt;friendship u guys had built?&lt;br /&gt;whenever u guys got into catfights,&lt;br /&gt;she never fail to wanna make&lt;br /&gt;friends with u again.&lt;br /&gt;so why do this to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURIOSITY KILLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i get it.&lt;br /&gt;they're just bunch of inhumans,&lt;br /&gt;unappreciative sort.&lt;br /&gt;heartless bitches. get it?&lt;br /&gt;they dunt deserve any respect.&lt;br /&gt;stop playing around with&lt;br /&gt;those bombastic words u use&lt;br /&gt;cos u urself dunt noe whads&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;typical minah shits who&lt;br /&gt;gets jealous over minor stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, dumbwits who&lt;br /&gt;doesnt treasure frindship.&lt;br /&gt;they're just plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes ever so treated like a &lt;strong&gt;zilch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunt worry, we're &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; ur friends&lt;br /&gt;and we''ll catch ur back. cheers girl(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the four of us made a vow never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to end up like them and we shall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always be the best of friends(=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;it can never be bought.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, treasure them&lt;br /&gt;before they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114629242600862291?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114629242600862291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114629242600862291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114629242600862291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114629242600862291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/04/bestfriends-treasure-them.html' title='bestfriends, treasure them'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</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-8961072.post-114614221646231677</id><published>2006-04-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:50:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am doomed, i know</title><content type='html'>physics.&lt;br /&gt;its just another version of maths&lt;br /&gt;with scientific terms. no difference.&lt;br /&gt;hurhh. and i know nuts abt light stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;im doomed for physics modular tmr.&lt;br /&gt;nooo, cant fail or its just a goodbye to&lt;br /&gt;midyr. urhh. omg. seriously, the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;her teachings isnt clear. erghh. or.&lt;br /&gt;is it just that im the dumb one and am&lt;br /&gt;just slow absorbing things she said??&lt;br /&gt;well, kinda think its true.&lt;br /&gt;i wld start not paying attention once&lt;br /&gt;i dun get whad shes trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;and am just so panic when she&lt;br /&gt;revised everythg jus now. find out&lt;br /&gt;that i did not know whad shes talking&lt;br /&gt;about. shucks larr. im gna flunk&lt;br /&gt;physics. dnt, of cos. history&lt;br /&gt;source based. i dunoe how to answer&lt;br /&gt;the qn. neither do i understand the&lt;br /&gt;source fully. geog. im clueless&lt;br /&gt;abt the scale thgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. i need a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;joshy dear. ur gna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;this shld teach u a lesson on&lt;br /&gt;behaving urself. andd for ipw,&lt;br /&gt;seriously, we didnt sabotage&lt;br /&gt;y0u. we miscounted the slides.&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry. and kenneth, sorry&lt;br /&gt;for shouting. wasnt entirely ur fault.&lt;br /&gt;so cheer up k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ina rafflesia, i smell nice!(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8961072-114614221646231677?l=simplychique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/feeds/114614221646231677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8961072&amp;postID=114614221646231677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114614221646231677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8961072/posts/default/114614221646231677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplychique.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-doomed-i-know.html' title='am doomed, i know'/><author><name>h u m y r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06803427517330547840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
