<?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-3853078435394084376</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:11:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove</title><subtitle type='html'>I love chasing pavement. Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavement. Love the song. I love people who love me. Which can be counted. Even if it leads nowhere. Love to school. I'd build myself up. And fly around in circles. Love travelling. Movies. And friends. Shouldn't give up or should I be chasing pavement as it will leads nowhere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-5193668429613583614</id><published>2009-12-06T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:33:24.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (6 December 2009)</title><content type='html'>Just got back from abang fitri's engagement. Woah. Tiring but fun. Get to gather. Karaoke. and eat. hohoho. We went to the girl side. Me and lot of my female cousin, brought the gubahan and all to the side and we exchange.&lt;br /&gt;Took alot of picture in the bus, and all. will tag it in my facebook once they uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;more to say but I am too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired now. I have OOP test tomorrow. Oh GOSH!. got to study. will update again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-5193668429613583614?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5193668429613583614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/mortified-life-andlove-6-december-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5193668429613583614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5193668429613583614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/mortified-life-andlove-6-december-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (6 December 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-1023504039759244195</id><published>2009-12-06T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:32:01.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (5 December 2009)</title><content type='html'>Well, just got back from abang fitri's engagment. not really. the actual thing is tomorrow. we went there today just to rewang. help out. set up the karaoke set and such. This is just an engagement but, its quite GRAND. Its really like an actual wedding but with no pelamin. haha. so, get to meet tons of cousies... Did alittle karaoke-ing. As always. We people love to sing. and dance. even the old and young join in the fun. we dance. we sing and all. love it. these memories will last for decades. help out.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone say I gain weight which i totally agree. I did. I am like so big and fat and short. like seriously. Gosh, I should change. but not sure when. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news. The furniture arrives today at 3. they build it up, set it, drill here and there and WALAAAA. Its done. Its huge. Love the bed too. So comfy. love it.&lt;br /&gt;I still own you guys pictures of the previous room ryte? but funny thing. you sure will laugh. before i start demolish the old closet and beds, i forgotten to take pictures. haha funny ryte? NOT. i know. but, will upload pictures really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-1023504039759244195?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1023504039759244195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/mortified-life-andlove-5-december-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1023504039759244195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1023504039759244195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/mortified-life-andlove-5-december-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (5 December 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-6644031030144658997</id><published>2009-12-03T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:24:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-life-andlove (3rd December 09)</title><content type='html'>todae, basicalli, did alittle cleaning. actualli alot of cleeaning. We destroi d' old closet and d' old triple decker bed as, without destroing it, we will not be able to throw it awai. So, after the destroing it, we called a few workers. Paid them some monei so that thei could help bring it all down to be thrown awaI. ok. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl.(ps. i am having problems with my keyboard letter "t" and "y".. that explain the mainli lettedr "I" as replacement. haha)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-6644031030144658997?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6644031030144658997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/mortified-life-andlove-3rd-december-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6644031030144658997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6644031030144658997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/mortified-life-andlove-3rd-december-09.html' title='Mortified-life-andlove (3rd December 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-532110824775084418</id><published>2009-11-30T10:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:49:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (30 November 2009) P2      WWDAY0</title><content type='html'>Second post for the day. Zalifah just text me saying that furniture wll be delayed. Boohoo.. sadded. But, actually, is the good thing as we eed time to pack our clothes and plus, i will be really busy this sat and sun due to abg fitri's engagement. wheee... Cant wait to gather with the CUZZYYY!. I really look forward for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will maybe post more for these few days. Just too bored evethough Common test will be coming soon. next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-532110824775084418?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/532110824775084418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-30-november-2009_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/532110824775084418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/532110824775084418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-30-november-2009_30.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (30 November 2009) P2      WWDAY0'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-4703411730193825068</id><published>2009-11-30T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:54:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (30 November 2009)       WWDAY0</title><content type='html'>Currently having the comm skills class. Talking about professional images. haha. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be having my all-time. not really all-time. but school favourite nasi lemak. haha. $2. super cheap. I can't wait for a few things.&lt;br /&gt;1) Abang fitri's engagement&lt;br /&gt;2) the arrival of new furnitures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furnitures will be coming on this coming saturday. Abang Fitri's engagement ceremony will be on this coming sunday. OH-OH. Will be going to abg fitri's place on saturday to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures still on hold. While upload pictures really really soon. I need to start packing.&lt;br /&gt;macam nak pindah gitu loh. haha. I know. I am just too excited. a huge closet for all four of us. Not that huge after all. haha. but i am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Have to do presentation next week on PROFESSIONAL IMAGE!!! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;okey.&lt;br /&gt;btw.&lt;br /&gt;GoodMorning readers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-4703411730193825068?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4703411730193825068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-30-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4703411730193825068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4703411730193825068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-30-november-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (30 November 2009)       WWDAY0'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7091878820346752280</id><published>2009-11-29T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:12:36.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (29 November 2009)</title><content type='html'>Basically, today bought mum's cake. I bought it for her. From Primadeli... she only prefer the chocolate truffle so yeah. 1kg cake for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Expo John Little last day sales. Bought bed sheet, quilt cover, quilt and all. Bought for the king bed. Btw, i will be renovating my room. Hhaha. not really. Just replacing a little bigger closet so that can put mine, zalifah, ariq and anisa clothes. All in one. Bought bed too. no more double decker or triple decker bed. Will have a king bed. But, will apparently exchange the new king size bed with mum's current queen size bed. Because, our room is too small for a king size bed.hhahA&lt;br /&gt;Bought make-up table.&lt;br /&gt;Not going to paint the room though. just gonna add alittle wall paper. Probably next year. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will add pictures of current room soon. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight obedient blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7091878820346752280?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7091878820346752280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-29-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7091878820346752280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7091878820346752280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-29-november-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (29 November 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7303034097630330265</id><published>2009-11-29T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:57:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (28 November 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we ave a roadtrip. haha. We went to Malacca. A day trip. With Mak and her husband, Uncle Zali. We visited his parents place. Not that kampung type lol. It is fill with batu and all. Her cooking is POWER. Nice. She cooked rice, rendang, serunding, lontong, kuah lemak (i think), ayam masak merah and kuah satay. AWESOME. She get fresh daging korban from the masjid or surau near her place. Btw, she cooked GEARBOX too. Sounded weird and strange right? But it is actually a food. a meal. It can be eaten. It is huge. Huge bone steak. And its my first time eating it. Haha. It is full of fats and some meat. And SOM2. haha. But its awesomeee! haha. cant eat it too often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shopping at this mall which I have been like almost every year but still, cant remember its name. Haiz. It is near or at MAHKOTA PARADE. Leave Malacca at about 9 pm and went all the way back Singapore. What a Day!. Its my mum birthday too lol. Ermm... We didn't celebrate though. But I thought of buying her cake tomorrow. so yeah. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409213226656233874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SxFixTkweZI/AAAAAAAAASc/Spuev1n9178/s400/11282009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This monkey name is "Sabu". He stayed in Malacca near Uncle Zali's parents place. He isn't big. Small. And he is eating. Guess what is he eating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409213223039898578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SxFixGGjk9I/AAAAAAAAASU/D7XFywvXeLU/s400/11282009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                         KUEH BAHULU!!!!!! He love the chocolate in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okey.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight blogger world.&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7303034097630330265?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7303034097630330265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-28-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7303034097630330265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7303034097630330265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-28-november-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (28 November 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SxFixTkweZI/AAAAAAAAASc/Spuev1n9178/s72-c/11282009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-1293532248695135640</id><published>2009-11-26T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:02:19.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (26th November 2009)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I'm back. Finally right? I know. Have been MIA-ing from this blog. Was busy lol. Ariqah was hospitalised for 3 days. Due to breathing difficulties and more. She have to take in potassium chloride thru drip.. Sad. And me, as a nice loving care and concern 17 years old sister. Willing to look after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night there, I din take any rest. Can't sleep at all. Thanks to this deeping sound that came from a machine that will show ariq's oxygen level. and when ever it gets below 91, it will start beeping. The nurse will also check in every hour. And evertime the burse give ariq puff for her asthma attack, she will start crying. And slowy after that, all babies will start crying. So first night was terrible. Went to school from hospital. Bath in hospital lol. Take the shuttle bus to NOVENA and then took the MRT to YCK. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Alot of relatives came. Was asked to leave by the Aetos security guy. What the hell. My families are HUGE lol. The nurse who complaint, got alittle scolding or "D TALK" from my mother. Haha. Serve you ryte. Don't mess with the Rahim's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night, I slept like a baby! Soundly. Ariq slept so soundly too... Her oxygen level was okey the whole night. She dont need the oxygen gas anymore. Skip class lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I skipped alot of classes. for the past 3 days. Monday, I skip all classes except for my worthless presentation. Tuesdat, I skip the Creative thinking class. there goes my 1 point. But I did go for the other 3 classes. Wednesday, I did not even go to school. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Ariqah was discharge at 1pm. Reached home at around 1.30pm. Slept on the sofa all the way till 7pm. With no fan lol. I was sweating to the max.&lt;br /&gt;I will upload pictures soon. Maybe now or later. take care.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload more. Maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408102609575324514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/Sw1wq4iZq2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/gbZaDvwa0UQ/s400/Photo0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                   Look at her hand! OUCH..CHARLIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-1293532248695135640?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1293532248695135640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-26th-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1293532248695135640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1293532248695135640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-26th-november.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (26th November 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/Sw1wq4iZq2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/gbZaDvwa0UQ/s72-c/Photo0468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-5919399465139435886</id><published>2009-11-13T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:56:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (13 November 2009)</title><content type='html'>What a day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I lost my ezlink card at home around 12 am this morning. Then I found out that the ezlink card was stuck in between the bed and the small closet which is interconnected. I ended up having to use a hanger, books and all other thin stuff trying to take it out. And finally got it thank goodness. My ezlink was almost damaged fyi. Plus, my entire room was a mess thanks to me ransacking it just for a piece of card(ezlink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was rushing to school this morning. I was all set to go to school. I left at 6.40 because the journey from home to school took me like almost 1hr20mins. I took the train and suddenly receive a message from Jamilah at 7.35am. I was shock that she have not left the house. It was then that I realise that school starts at 9am today. In addition, I kept bumping on the doors of the train, people and lots of other stuff today. Yeah. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its friday the 13th! Ooh! My baby cousin's birthday is today. Happy 13th birthday to you Azfar. We always called him BABY as his nickname. He is the youngest in his family so yeah. Btw, he was the one I was referring in Facebook. He was promoted to Normal(Academic). How proud am I. From Normal(Technical) to Normal(Acad). Woohoo!~. Tough right? But he did it. I am so proud lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my grandpa's birthday. I am not sure how old will he be if he were still alive. But I know one thing for sure. No one. No one can replace a grandfather like him. He is the best. He took care of me and my sister. feed us, wash us. Sometimes, went we were too tired, he will fetch us back home from school by TAXI. When, the distance from school to home is only about 10mins walk. hhaha. I know, too pampered. MHSM. I wanna cry. Happy Birthday Atuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! Have a happy day ahead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-5919399465139435886?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5919399465139435886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-13-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5919399465139435886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5919399465139435886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-13-november-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (13 November 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-4277838300549758305</id><published>2009-11-03T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:06:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (3 November 2009)</title><content type='html'>Today is Hadi's Birthday. But I do not have his number. well, if he were to read my blog post... HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN BIRTHDAY HADI! Wish you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was fun actually. My family and I went to the orchard and then to down town east. We get to see alot of ghost. Haha. Ghosyyy Ghosstyyy!. Real scare make-up and nice wickedy wicked costume. We get free Cadbury wheel ride in E!Hub. And get this gift. which i am not sure of what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having my 2-hour break. Just end thinking skill. Which was fun. But it is very competitive. Those in my class really have that thinking cap on. Creative cap on and all. Getting bored. Oke toodleess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-4277838300549758305?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4277838300549758305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-3-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4277838300549758305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4277838300549758305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-3-november-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (3 November 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-1588557801258657025</id><published>2009-11-01T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:00:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (1 November 2009)</title><content type='html'>I am in guilt. Every since I replied in my tag, you guys have been avoiding me. Like seriously. No one is talking to me. I didn't type it in by purpose. I was tired. I don't mean to say it. I was just piss with some people. And now, we are no longer GF. Now the thing is like, I ask you something and you gave me just a short simple answer. You usally we will be like crapping nonstop. I iss those days. Now i am ending school early so that we could hang out or something and not being MIA. But then, you can't make it. Okey, I may not be the fun, the outgoing type of person, the nicest, the imperfectionista type but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-1588557801258657025?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1588557801258657025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-1-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1588557801258657025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1588557801258657025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mortified-life-andlove-1-november-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (1 November 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-5211580857497871501</id><published>2009-10-20T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:18:38.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (20th October 2009)</title><content type='html'>School started. And i am so happy. No specified reason actually. I am depressed with myself. sad. First, I did not get French language as I was told that it is full. So get my third choice. Creactive thinking and problem-solving skill. More head cracking. Evertime i went to that modeule tutorial, I will get all depress and upset again. It will make me thing of not getting french.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I did not get to be in the director list. Downturn. I am so depress. I really want it. But I think i will need to work harder for it. I am unbelievebly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was okey. My ex-english teacher which is my current communication skill teacher told me I look so "Yahhhoooo!!!" with my dress. I will always dress well for the first day and then the subsequence days for the next months while be old skimpy me. First day got to meet all the 0910 folks. excite! I also get to meet new lecturers/teachers which is rather usual. We have our introduction all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class. 2 people from my class withdrawn from the school while another 2 join in my course, my class. so 2 new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconda day, school start at 8am and finished at 5pm. Woohooo... long hours. I know. We haved OOP, OOP project, creative thinking and, creativity and problem-solving skills. 2 different modules btw the CREATIVE... weird. I have to studied the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad school start. Now, I can already go out. So who wants to go out, just text or call. btw, my school ends early on thursday. Haha. Weehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, today we had our famous WEDGES and NUDGETS. haha have been 2 months since we last ate any of it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;zawanah&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-5211580857497871501?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5211580857497871501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-20th-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5211580857497871501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5211580857497871501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-20th-october.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (20th October 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7098448535798650387</id><published>2009-10-17T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:55:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (17 October 2009)</title><content type='html'>Today, when swimming. And of course get sunnburn. But the strange thing is that I only swam for like 1-1 an a half hour lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that when to Tampines mall and CS. Everyone kept staring at me. well, must be my sunburn. Weird. Today i met lots of people. I saw Sharm, Liyan, Ayu's parents and he adik, this guy from 4E1, and this guy from ccss our senior. I thing that is alot. I did alittle bit of shopping for school. the thing is, when my last day of exams for last sem, my younger sister start digging out my pencilcase and take away all my stationery and I am left with nil. nothing. so today, i get some excersice books and stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7098448535798650387?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7098448535798650387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-17-october-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7098448535798650387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7098448535798650387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-17-october-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (17 October 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-4337691369042697997</id><published>2009-10-15T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:58:21.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (15 October 2009)</title><content type='html'>Do any of you ever wonder why I do not talk much about my love life? well, its because, there is no love. I have a few crush and admirers but I just do not seems to bother. when people tells you that they will love you for who you are and not the appearance, THATS NOT TRUE! maybe partially true. but as long as i am in this stage and size and shape, trust me, i will not have anybody. cause if i do, i will sure to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my elder sister was telling me that my life is full of suprises. which is TRUE. see, ever since i was in primary 1, i have make my life chart or plans as you may say. my plan is to firstly, pass my streaming back in primary 4 to get into em2. which i made it. then, get into express stream(get it), then got to Junior College(i obviously DID NOT get, thats why im in Poly now.), then University(see whats my future will be, insyaallah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when i was in primary 6 PSLE. guess what, before i got my results, my family already talkig about me going to normal academic. they were like saying that i did not studied and yeah, if i were to get into normal academic, it will not be a suprise. as, they know me. and before my PSLE, i wasn't studying. I was playing around. And my prelim result was bad. I was just busy preparing myself for my operation end of that year. well, my results came and i was posted to choice either express or normal academic. well, everyone was suprise. i was too. when my primary 6 form teacher, Mdm Ro'aiza called my name amount 11 other students who will get to go to express stream,  i was relief. even though my aggregate was not really good. when my mum heard abt me able to go to express stream, she was excited. on that very day, i received alot of phone call from my aunts asking me about my result. I know that most people do not expect me to do well. cause i am a layback kind of person who do not take things seriously. but, getting into express stream, i made everyone SUPRISED. expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, when i was in secondary 2, i was failing english. which is like the utmost important subject ever. which i do not get it myself. I can pass maths but I can't seem to pass english. ever since primary school. i speak in english to improve my language. but well, maybe i will pass my oral but not my papers. so the result shows that i failed eng. and my teacher had tried to help me but they cant seem to find any extra marks anywhere. so, me and a few others, was left in the class with the teacher. we were talking about we will probably be sent to normal academic. well, i do not care much. i always expect the worst out of me. by the way, when i was in secondary 2, we were able to choose which classes we want for secondary 3. and of course the better class is E1. i was so depressed, so i just chose E3. i thought that i will not be able to go any higher than E3. then, my exam slip came and, they put me as just pass in english. i was happy and i get into E3. Maybe i get this because my other result was good. then, a friend of my who claim to get worst than me, gets into E2. she was questioning me why not i choose E1. I was like saying that i thought i will not make it. then she was like "nonsense,  a few with the same marks as you, are in E1, so it should not be a problem." I was quiet. but well, E3 was fine. well, another suprise for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family know how bad i did in secondary 3. i just lose my interest in studies. totally lose it. well, i was failing EVERYTHING! since ca1 till sa2. my family was like saying that if i were to downgrade to normal academic, they will want me to change school and all. with my secondary 3 results, they were like saying " we should put her in normal academic from the start. maybe in a better school. because if she were to go to normal academic or repeat secondary 3 now, isn't it the same as going to normal academic stream." well, i was hurt and depress. but its my fault after all i wasn't interested. my math which was originally for A2, or B3, falls all the way to F9. m amaths which i really love, i get F9 for that too. so, i was just expecting the worst. my result was so bad that we have our yearbooks. my friends was writing to me something like "we hope to see you in 4E next year", "you sure can do it, do not give up." That bad.  I was depressed all the way. my family kept saying that they should have put me in normal academic stream but better school and all. so, if any that comes from your family members, it means NOT GOOD. something is bad. i embarrassed them for sure. eeryone will sure to be laughing at my face or behind my back. but then, SUPRISINGLY, i do not know why, but the school love helping me. alot. they kept helping me and i was promoted to secondary 4Express. I was relief. Suprises again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my secondary 4 result was also shitty. my prelims was bad. my sa1 was bad. I only passed 2 subject. Sa1 i get 35 points can you imagine. prelim, i get 33 points. I was scared. I did my exams and it was hell difficult for me as, i did not study again. I do not give any shit about my exams. I did go for night class in the library but not to study but to chat. after my last o'level  paper, i told my mum that i will have to prepare myself for ITE. I felt that there is totally no hope about my exams. I did not finished all the papers except malay. I was struggling all the way. She was like yeah i know. She knows. I mean, i will always claim myself to be studying but instead, i will be having the telly on. so, more to the telly than my books. she was like discussing with my elder sister, that maybe i will need to retake my o'level or go for private diploma. so we were like discussing about it. Not sure why but i will rather go to ITE than spending on a worthless shit like me into all private which will cost more.  so, when i get my teacher called my name during the releasing of our results, i nearly poured. she was like "don't cry. see your result first." when i look at that piece of sheet, i was HAPPY. i mean glad. i mean relief. I PASSED. my mum called so i told her my result. she was glad. that night, i was asking them whether can i still take private diploma(teasing), and of course they yelled "NOOO!!!". Another shocker. Another SUPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when my elder sister told me today that i am so full of SUPRISES. I will have to agree with her. But, thank God that i get this far. by the way, when i get into express stream or polytechnics, people was like "huh??? you get into express/poly har. woahhh" its like they do not expect me to do well. layback girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long post today. I suddenlt felt so lonely. not sure why. By the way, can't wait to go back to school. I have been missing school terribly. take care now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Zawanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-4337691369042697997?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4337691369042697997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-15-october-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4337691369042697997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4337691369042697997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-15-october-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (15 October 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-4350856657487885770</id><published>2009-10-11T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:30:35.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (11 October 2009)</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Afiqah. There are so many Octobirthday Peeps. I mean... Me, Fiffi, Silas, Andrew, Hidayah, Papa, Afiqah, Sarah and more, birthdays fall on OCTOBER. How awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at home the whole time. Thought of going to Titi's Open house today  but, Ariqah was sick. SO I have to stay home and look  after her. Sorry Titi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sounded weird ut I cant wait for school to reopen. Dont ask why. I am not sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-4350856657487885770?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4350856657487885770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-11-october-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4350856657487885770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4350856657487885770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-11-october-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (11 October 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-1167320598983393458</id><published>2009-10-04T04:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:31:50.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (4th October 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCljtDbiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VP06un8kxcA/s1600-h/9628_174293263824_722058824_3591448_1222567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489429667245602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCljtDbiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VP06un8kxcA/s320/9628_174293263824_722058824_3591448_1222567_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfClEFmsyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LjtvZ49E4II/s1600-h/9628_174293143824_722058824_3591430_4086592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489421180285730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfClEFmsyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LjtvZ49E4II/s320/9628_174293143824_722058824_3591430_4086592_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCkkG8B5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tBYsBJNStBY/s1600-h/9433_136117978842_633688842_2569899_1238323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489412595943314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCkkG8B5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tBYsBJNStBY/s320/9433_136117978842_633688842_2569899_1238323_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCkOq6nBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VfA3q2dQMkk/s1600-h/8433_141435178818_692883818_2490671_6628117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489406841265170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCkOq6nBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VfA3q2dQMkk/s320/8433_141435178818_692883818_2490671_6628117_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCj5bo5JI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Szo92Kqwsqk/s1600-h/21-09-09_1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388489401140044946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCj5bo5JI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Szo92Kqwsqk/s320/21-09-09_1604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shout out to Miss Fiffi. HAPPY SWEET SEVENTEEN BIRTHDAY to you. Wish you well and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my birthday yesterday(3rd Oct). I wasn't well. I was sick. Real sick. My mum asked me to go to the doctor but I was too sturborn. And yeah, I refused to eat any medicine. Like small kid right? haha. Well, my throat hurts so yeah. I receive quite a number of birthday wishes from friends and relative. Thanks alot you guys. You really make my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd October &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sick so I cant sleep well. I woke up at 7 am. Unusual. Yeah I know. After force in some panadol pills, I accompanied my mum to sent my sister to work. And then went to my Aunt house. We have breakfast there. I wanted something soft. So I bought myself some Otah near my aunt's place. Then we went home. I was having fever. I was to weak that I just fell asleep again till about 2pm before my mum force me to take more medicine as I am still having fever. Sian. Then, at 5pm, we went to my cousin's house. Her daughter is celebrating her birthday cum hari raya gathering. Her birthday is actually on the 23rd of September. But her mum decided to have the party on my birthday. Yeah. So, she gets all the presents while I get the money. Haha. I dont really expect anything. I was even planing not to go to her party cause I am sick. I dont actually like sharing or "tompang" party just because my birthday happens to be on her party date. To me, I am sure that those people having birthday party want to be the highlight/ the princess/the boss of the evening. And if some others start sharing the party, means that they are sharing the fame too. Haiz. Nevertheless, it was a blast. We played games. I was young again. Haha. BTW, SEVENTEEN is not that old ryte? Right? ermm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left my cousin's place around 8pm and then went to Tampines Mall/Tampines 1/CS (too many shopping mall in Tampines). Was looking for my birthday gift. And finally. They bought me a pendant. Shape of a KEY. I know that key are meant for those 21yrs old. But, well, I love the shape and it have IloveU written. I only asked for the pendant. Back when I have my SWEET SIXTEEN(last year) my mum gave me necklace with a pendant(Z) on it. Ermm... Basically, instead of having a charm bracelet, I will like to have a necklace with pendants from different year. SWEET SIXTEEN(Z), SWEET SEVENTEEN(Key with ILOVEU) and went I turn 21 I will want to have a pendant(KEY with number 21 on it). Haha. I hope I will get it once I turn 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After so, we get home. CHange. And Bam. I wasnt well and went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 1am and I cant seem to fall asleep. untill now. almost 5.30 am. And so, I decided to update my rusty old blog with images from Hari Raya and yesterday birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Sweet SEVENTEEN birthday to Fiffi again. And Silas. Happy always people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-1167320598983393458?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1167320598983393458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-4th-october-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1167320598983393458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1167320598983393458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mortified-life-andlove-4th-october-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (4th October 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SsfCljtDbiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VP06un8kxcA/s72-c/9628_174293263824_722058824_3591448_1222567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-4838717041363762001</id><published>2009-08-23T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:26:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (23 August 2009)</title><content type='html'>Second day of puasa. Im loving it. For this past two days, I have amazing meals. Home cooked though. On the first day, we had KETAM CILI PADI, CHICKEN SOUP(plus addition of hotdogs and potatoes), SAMBAL IKAN BAWAL and KUEH2(desert). Wow... SHHHIIIOOKKKKK.... Drinks? We have cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, which is today, we had AYAM MASAK KARI or MASAK JINTAN, SAMBAL IKAN BAWAL, MEE HOON GORENG(From Cik Maria), UDANG MASAK OAT(WOW!!! Mum cooked, recipes from Cik Dah) and BUBUR KACANG(desert). Yummmsss.....WOW... Drinks? Same. COCKTAILS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Two amazing PUASA NIGHT. And Two amazing dinne back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-4838717041363762001?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4838717041363762001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/mortified-life-andlove-23-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4838717041363762001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4838717041363762001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/mortified-life-andlove-23-august-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (23 August 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-3456693176954663081</id><published>2009-08-13T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:56:52.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeyHeyHey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.Alot of things happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scretched a guy car. Unaccidently. There is a huge hole on the drive's side door. Sad lol. He wrote to us. Saying "Dear vehicle number ********. Please be cautious when you open the passangers door."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I was guilty. I checked his car for like 10 times. Cause I did not bang his car. I opened the door and slightly hit his car. So, I dont thing the scretch is by me. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;Next, my mum is not working now. She quit her previous job. Still finding new job. So yeah, please tell me if you heard any vacancies.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my maid, returned home. So no maid. Her son is sick. So yeah she have to go home. And will probably not work in here again.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, during the National Day, I ate somethings bad I assumed. I have very bad stomachache. Diarrhea.Or Diarheo. I dont know how to spell. I went to the toilet for almost 20 times for only that day. Seriously, My butt hurts. I cant sit well. I cant sleep. Till now. Everything I consume, I will either vomit out or motion out again. Disgusting. I know. Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAGIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-3456693176954663081?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3456693176954663081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/heyheyhey-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/3456693176954663081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/3456693176954663081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/heyheyhey-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-4705178795288325966</id><published>2009-07-12T01:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:44:57.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (12 July 2009)</title><content type='html'>Back in the past. Firstly, on Thursday (9 July), I done my common test on Graphic Design. And yes! It is hell difficult as, I didnot study. I mean, I did but not fully or properly or I don't know. So yeah, I'M DEAD. So, on friday the 10th of July, I went out with Adibah. Haha. Miss her alot. Or TRUCKLOADS. Haha. And YES! We crap alot. plus alittle bit of our usual. Gossping. Haha. Gossip Girls. I am trying to cut on those habit of mine. Haha. I totally miss the old days. Anyway, my mum send me to Tampines Mall. I met Adibah at the McDonald and then start walking "Window Shopping". Haha. But we basically talk. And talk. And talk. And then we met my mum and sisters at MotherCare. Gosh, my mum really love MotherCare. Can you imagine? She bought 4 sets which is like 8-10 clothing only for a body. I mean only for Ariqah. Haiz. Why not buy for me stuffs from MotherCare too lol. Haiz. Only if I could wear. Haha. Haha. And then, we start walking to Food Culture. I saw my mum's friend and also maybe, I saw my aunt and her daughter. Man. Everytime I see my this particular aunt and her daugthers, I will always ask myself a qns " Why I am not as smart as them?" Haiz. Its irritating sometimes. Anyway, back to Adibah. So we ate and then start alittle walking again. And then, head the Starbuck. Haha. She help me with my blog again. Haha. She taught me. And now, I'M AN EXPERT. Haha. Finally, we went home. Its like both of us rushing home before the clock strike 10. Haha. not 12. Fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (11 July), after from my aunt's, we went cycling. Me on my bicycle. Anisa on her scooter. We cycled and ride all the way to TM. And then had our McDonalds. And then, went back to my aunt's place. And then cycled to Sunplaza park with Irah and Anisa. Stop at the playground. Play alittle swing and this kind of thing like a FLYINGFOX or something. Was playing flyingfox went Anisa suddenly let go of it and BAM... Into my face. Lip. My lip and teeth was bleeding. It hurt so bad. But well, "Suck it up. Be a MAN". Haha. Yeah. Ouchhh! It stilll hurt. After about hours of playing and making friends with total stranger, we head back to my aunt's place. Around 5, I cycled Anisa back home. I mean, I put her between myself and the handle and cycled back. Gosh. Its heavy. Irah's brother cycled Irah to my place. Well, he's an expert. He ever cycle to punggol in just 2 hour. He also ever cycled to SENTOSA. Wow. He is good.&lt;br /&gt;So, reached home. Ordered pizza. Hawaiian and Meatlover. Haha. Our Family classic pizza. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day. And, maybe today i mean, sunday, I will be going to the pool. maybe. I miss swimming. Should have go went Fiffi ajak lol. But, I can't. Family accident thing. Haha. Huge Drama. Right Yas? Haha. alright. Hugs and Kisses people. Muaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are somepictures I uploaded. Including my blistered lips and shaky tooth. Ouchhh! Really hurt. Tooodles folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw people, my sister and I will be selling our clothes. And yes, they are all new. Not wore. Not even once. They have tag on them. Check out our COUTURE LINE. &lt;a href="http://www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; You guys should check it out. The prices are all reasonable. And we have PLUS SIZE clothing people... Haha. Its really frustating to blogshop clothes for only THIN PEOPLE ryte? Well, In this blog, it will change. Ther will be thin clothing and also PLUS SIZE clothing!!! YEAH! Haha. Yeah. There will be more clothes no worry. PLUS SIZE. PLUS SIZE. PLUS SIZE. PLUS SIZE. PLUS SIZE. Woohoo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljP3EdWGOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hppehm4htQs/s1600-h/handdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357260301753784546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljP3EdWGOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hppehm4htQs/s320/handdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little something, Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljP22jTLWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yw1fhUnoFco/s1600-h/funnnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357260298020662626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljP22jTLWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yw1fhUnoFco/s320/funnnny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljP2uzcgtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yKSSiNHc92o/s1600-h/funnnnnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357260295940899538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljP2uzcgtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yKSSiNHc92o/s320/funnnnnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Formal, not quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljPELQMdGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ul4RJG-68Yg/s1600-h/Image270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259427404346466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljPELQMdGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ul4RJG-68Yg/s320/Image270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STARBUCKS: #1: Chocolate Chip Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljPD1lbaHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ap2K82Rz47I/s1600-h/Image273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259421587826802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljPD1lbaHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ap2K82Rz47I/s320/Image273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gross. That tooth of mine almost broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljPDi3MgxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WYCkboJ7yAw/s1600-h/Image272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259416562074386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljPDi3MgxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WYCkboJ7yAw/s320/Image272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lip hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ladylicious-couture.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Couture Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-4705178795288325966?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4705178795288325966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/mortified-life-andlove-12-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4705178795288325966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4705178795288325966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/mortified-life-andlove-12-july-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (12 July 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SljP3EdWGOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hppehm4htQs/s72-c/handdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-2260680448148765378</id><published>2009-07-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:23:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (6 July 2009)</title><content type='html'>I was tired yesterday. My cousin's parrrrtayyyy! Haha. Update more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2260680448148765378?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2260680448148765378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/mortified-life-andlove-6-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2260680448148765378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2260680448148765378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/mortified-life-andlove-6-july-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (6 July 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-2134308889856470565</id><published>2009-07-02T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:57:08.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (2 July 2009)</title><content type='html'>It is really frustating. I will be updating more abt my personal life in my tablet so yeah. I will be updating a little lesser here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2134308889856470565?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2134308889856470565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/mortified-life-andlove-2-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2134308889856470565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2134308889856470565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/mortified-life-andlove-2-july-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (2 July 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7294624459591105566</id><published>2009-06-30T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:14:21.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (29 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>Just came home from watching Transformer: Revenge of the Fallen. The movie was nice. I find that Megan Fox is just an extra. Its like Shia is the beautiful sporty car and Megan is just like modeling with it to attract customers. Seriously, she din do much. Other then just shouting and sexy thing. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo.... I watched alot of movies this june. I watched Hannah Montana the Movie twice, Jangan Pandang Belakang, Ghost of Girlfriend Past, Transformers, The Proposal, The Parent Trap, Princess Protection Program and many more. Mostly, I watched with my mum. I mean she is GREAT. She spend time with us. She watched with us. She shopped with us. She prefer us going out with her. She rock. She always brings us out to shop. Orchard always. Even though it is far. She make time for us. Eventhough she was tired or what. She is THE WORLD MOST AWESOMEST MUM. I vote you WORLD'S #1 MUMMY! haha. Its not Mother's day lol Zawanah. Haha. But yeah, cant denied she is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chating with Adibah today. About something. Well, sometimes, I can be like emo. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey toodelll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7294624459591105566?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7294624459591105566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-29-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7294624459591105566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7294624459591105566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-29-june-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (29 June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7805742665761164542</id><published>2009-06-28T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:55:03.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (28 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow. Second post for today. Gosh I was tired. I was sleepy and we all left oovoo early. But then, I cant sleep. I start asking Fiffi for the movie url. And its Awesome. I watched The Parent Trap (childhood favourite till now) then, Princess Protection Program (Awwww... so sweet, they are honest and thats what friends do!) and lastly, I watched The Proposal (Goshhh, Ryan Reynolds is so hot... But he is married. To Scarlett Johansson. I mean Scarlett. Haiz.... The movie is so touchy, sweet and gosh.. I love the ending. He run back to the office and Awwwww....) Haha. Got to watch it yourself. Its total amazing. You will be laughing and feel touchy all at once. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, after I had my lunch. Btw, I had Chicken Briyani. Nice. But its too much. The rice is like wooo.... It can feed like 2-3 people max. That much lol. I am like forcing and forcing trying to finish it. Guess what I am doing now? haha. I am waiting for Wildchild and Hannah Montana The Movie to buffer. Thru the net lol. haha. Now, I can watch those movie earlier. Even before it is out in cinema. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352252384231690002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkcFL55eDxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5_6DrSrRecM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       Gosh Yas... We really should take more picture of you. You alone I mean. I search for your picture for hours and this is all I get. A picture back in school. You and Adibah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F to the A to the B-U-L-O-U-S [Yeah, Yeah]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F to the A to the B-U-L-O-U-S [Yeah, Yeah]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your lucky day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your standing in your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your lucky day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your like slice of Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Today is your day Yasmin. Haha. You are the princess for a day. Haha. Happy Birthday Yasmin. Happy 17th Birthday I mean. Haha. Hope you make good wishes and always smile. You know what? Strange thing. You always mae me laugh and smile like kirekan you make our day lah gitu. Like we get really happy with you around lol. Jokes and yeah all. Haha.Sooo... smile always, joke always and be happy. Bright future aheads you lol. can see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw people, do you know why I add the song Fabulous? Haha. They are from Bratz and Yasmin, my dear friend here reminds me of Bratz lol. The BRATZ, Yasmin, Sasha, Cloe and Jade. Haha. Should watch the movie.They are like BFFFFFF like For everrrrrr... But then, when they start school and start hanging out with different group of people, they den start to part. They hate each other. So much. That they even have this foodfight in the Cafeteria or some area where they eat. But the sweetes thing is that they make up again. They are BFFFFFFFFF like FOREVERRRR again... Awww.. Sweet right. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. I was reading someone's blog and I am jealous. Not because she is prettier or nicer or thinner. But the fact is, she is thin. Super thin. Anorexic? Nah. Just nature thin. I wonder why those who is thin, declare themself as fat? I mean, HELLOOOO... Look at yourself just about a few more pound off and an inch less, you will be as close as a skeletor with just a skin. No flash and no fats. I wonder. Okey. Well, I was jealous because...of her bestfriend. I never understood the meaning of BESTFRIEND. I don't know if I have any? I mean, we declare ourself as bestfriends but we are like nothing. Haiz. Forget it drop the topic. Plus, I was jealous of her writing in her blog. Its nice sweet and well english. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. Tweet me people. &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/ZawanahM"&gt;www.twitter.com/ZawanahM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be there. sometimes haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7805742665761164542?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7805742665761164542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-28-june-2009_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7805742665761164542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7805742665761164542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-28-june-2009_28.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (28 June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkcFL55eDxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5_6DrSrRecM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-8029795259300691447</id><published>2009-06-28T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:44:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (28 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>I am suppose to update this post on 27 June which is yesterday but then, thanks to my wonderful sister. My computer off by itself. And, my previous not save post waste not saved. I have to retype again lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today  I went out with my mum, sister and Dwi. We went to Orchard. And drumroll....drumrolll....drumrollll.....&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 shoes... Guess what shoes? HighHeels? Nah. I am not actually into high heels. I will fall so easily. Sandals? Nah... My mum will kill me if I have another sandals or slipper. I bought shoes...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;A CONVERSE and AN EVERLAST.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My very first pair. This include the LeeCooper I bought somewhere earlier this year. Haha. Loving it.. This is my first Converse, LeeCooper and Everlast. Not that my mum never want to buy for me its just that I am not into it earlier but now, I am so loving it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way it look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anything that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I am so grateful with Nat King Cole for this amazing song. haha. Anyway, RIP to Michael Jackson. I cant believe that the King Of Pop has left us. Haha. But well, everyone die ryte? haha. RIP to Farrah Fawcett too. One of the Charlie Angels in 1976/1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. What a big deal about buying shoes ryte? But well, its is very very first pair of Converse, Everlast and LeeCooper. So, I am excite. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, oovooing with Sallyasmin, Fiffi and Adibah. Super funny. No one seems to be talking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352041881769139490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFvDHc3SI/AAAAAAAAANs/85GI1vbHFF4/s320/06272009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043720753070082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZHaF3YwAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/V2aYBs3gfuY/s320/06272009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                         Drumrolllll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZHaJ-R8uI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OP5ppa10jwA/s1600-h/06272009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043721855726306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZHaJ-R8uI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OP5ppa10jwA/s320/06272009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Drummmrooollll.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZHZ-8ZxdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WC6ZzOVQo4A/s1600-h/06272009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043718895060434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZHZ-8ZxdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WC6ZzOVQo4A/s320/06272009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Drumroollll.................&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043050517850082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZGzFC25-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/C3Nbl6Q4o2w/s320/06272009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                       Haha. Its RED. Not Pink lol Adibah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043055429684162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZGzXV7i8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/yYHdgEqYnOY/s320/06272009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZHZlmbqjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EKVeecNTdw8/s1600-h/06272009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043712092023346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZHZlmbqjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EKVeecNTdw8/s320/06272009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Haha. Step 1&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043061751415618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZGzu5Jg0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/BuCZtX9wtog/s320/06272009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Haha. STep 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZG0C-kxjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/guWkbWKfcKU/s1600-h/06272009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043067142882866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZG0C-kxjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/guWkbWKfcKU/s320/06272009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Tada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZGzwopkGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EwjdJtycMus/s1600-h/06272009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352043062219083874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZGzwopkGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EwjdJtycMus/s320/06272009(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         It look so girlish lol. Yewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352041870089593458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFuXm1InI/AAAAAAAAANU/VXTEq27rbDs/s320/06272009(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                           And yeah, my old LeeCooper.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352041864086828834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFuBPqNyI/AAAAAAAAANM/5dO64__Bvy4/s320/06272009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                             Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFu4-L5wI/AAAAAAAAANk/fxFTQkJRxPw/s1600-h/06272009(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352041879045924610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFu4-L5wI/AAAAAAAAANk/fxFTQkJRxPw/s320/06272009(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             IKEA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFurOn9-I/AAAAAAAAANc/aPCSgTkEYlU/s1600-h/06272009(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352041875356776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFurOn9-I/AAAAAAAAANc/aPCSgTkEYlU/s320/06272009(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          I bought this cracker from IKEA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     It is alphabet cracker but then, the only letter in it are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         I, K, E and A. Thats all. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-8029795259300691447?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8029795259300691447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-28-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8029795259300691447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8029795259300691447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-28-june-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (28 June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkZFvDHc3SI/AAAAAAAAANs/85GI1vbHFF4/s72-c/06272009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-7490948061010203117</id><published>2009-06-26T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:11:11.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (26 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happyyyyyyyyy Biiiirrrthday to my DARLING Titi!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you now?&lt;br /&gt;How old are you now?&lt;br /&gt;How ooollllllddddd are you nowwww Titi Nur'Arzleennn!&lt;br /&gt;How old are you now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkTwtYM177I/AAAAAAAAAL0/jaG635pMIK0/s1600-h/snapshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351666919604088754" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkTwtYM177I/AAAAAAAAAL0/jaG635pMIK0/s320/snapshot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. She just turned 17. Sweet Seventeen? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she have a blastfull day today. Have a bright future. Wiser. Prettier (haha). Wish you all the best and happy ALWAYS. SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, today what I did is oovooing with adibah. Its like almost 2 hours long.. And then she helped me with my blogskin. I have this trouble. I dont know how to do my blogskin even after i tried. I am.. yes, slowww... So thanks a million, billion, trillion to my darl Adibah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i think that people might think that I am too obsessed to myself.. Right Saally? ISn't that what your thinking? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from IKEA. Bought alot of things for my new bathroom. Woo. We ate the food at IKEA. The line 3. Halal certified one. Its ok. But I think, it is quite costly. We then have hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 8 and then do some spring cleaning. Done!&lt;br /&gt;Update again tomorrow. Maybe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7490948061010203117?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7490948061010203117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-26-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7490948061010203117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7490948061010203117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-26-june-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (26 June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkTwtYM177I/AAAAAAAAAL0/jaG635pMIK0/s72-c/snapshot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-2489219392252180236</id><published>2009-06-23T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:44:47.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (23 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>Its me! Back from PaaaRiss.. Haha. I mean JB. Ermm. Nope. Not Jones Brother but Johor Bahru. Haha. In Malaysia btw. I was there for almost two weeks. its like heaven. Ermmm...how should I know how heaven feels right? I never been to heaven. Haha. Lame. So my aunt house in Malaysia was big. I had the air conditioner on for the whole day. I didnot switch it off. It was cooling. Love it. The house is amazing. Well, the truth is I LOVE IT. But I am kinda scare. You see, the house have no one live in although it was fully furnished. And my uncle and aunt will only come back home once a week or once every two week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough sometimes, my other aunt and uncle who have the house keys will go back to the house to perform their prayers. But then, yeah, still. So yeah. Plus, my granny died there so yeah. I was around 5 when she passed away, my sis and I were the closes to her so yeah. I miss her. And scared too. In addition people, as you all know, Malaysia is not safe right? Guess what? My mum, dadd and ifah was on their way back from work and was somewhere near my aunt's house in JB. Then, suddenly, a bike with two people on it, suddenly hit the car(wilayah car) next to my dadd's car. All was shock. The owner of the wilayah car, wind down her window and then BAMMM! Her goldchain necklace was Grabbed. Pulled. Taken. Snatched. Robbed. And all. Its like less than 5 second. She was shouting and screaming. But no one seems to care. It was traffic jam and so yeah alot of cars. All witnessed. But no one helped. No one dare. They were too scared. A car next to it was about to get out of his car but then, wasn't dare. They might have GANG. Haiz. Pity sad. I pity the wilayah car owner. She was in the car with her two daughters but yet, this such disgrace thing happened. Well, people. Please. Please. Please. GET A JOB. Get a job. Get a Life. Be Happy. Don't even have to think about having the Police chasing after you. So yeah. GET A JOB. Life is tough. But those with JOB survived. Eventhough they work really hard and that their work was never, never as easy as just sitting down, at least, this people have a JOB. And is working their ass off. For money. For life. For the future. For the family. And For themself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my aunt's house was also robbed a few times too. Few things disappeared. The fence for the gate also was cut and goes missing. Her stove was also taken and all. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My almost two week there was fun though. A few of my cousins and aunt and uncle came over. We have fun. btw, I bought two ducklings. I named they Aurora and Casey. Why? Well, I don't know. So Casey was the bad one. It kept biting Aurora on the wings and neck till bleed. Badly. We have to separate them. And then, the make up. So they was okey again. Put them back together in a basket. They are cute. Well, today, last day. We have no choice but to release them. We released them at this empty house nearby. But then, cutely, they waddled back to the house. Aww... Cute. Then this neighbour Mr Yeo. I think. Thought that the ducks ran out but then, it is actually was released by us. We told him that we are releasing them and not sure who will want them. He then said that he wants them so yeah. Safe. Safe from stray cats and dogs. There are alot of this stray animals there. They pee and POOP everywhere. Disgusting. I hate the Poopoopooopooopooopingggg. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my times at my aunt house eating, cooking, watching cds, feeding and cleaning up the duckiess..., sleep, mess aroung with my cousin, gossiping with them, story telling with them and also swinging on this swingchair at my aunt house. I ate, watched cds, sleep, feeding the ducks alot.I cooked. I cooked spaghetti. Yummy. I cooked nasi goreng too..abit yucky lol. But the spaghetti was awesome. Super. I am in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snappies time. Alot of pictures coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD3AOhlkoI/AAAAAAAAALk/hu8wHJhMxxM/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350547940587180674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD3AOhlkoI/AAAAAAAAALk/hu8wHJhMxxM/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD2_0XwSMI/AAAAAAAAALc/7RooVH5WRs8/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350547933566617794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD2_0XwSMI/AAAAAAAAALc/7RooVH5WRs8/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duckys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD2_m_-C5I/AAAAAAAAALU/lM-bqSwqdds/s1600-h/Image184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350547929977195410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD2_m_-C5I/AAAAAAAAALU/lM-bqSwqdds/s320/Image184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0dUnqd4I/AAAAAAAAALM/rw-hrUcT9-o/s1600-h/Image172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350545141904603010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0dUnqd4I/AAAAAAAAALM/rw-hrUcT9-o/s320/Image172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0dDicpFI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ko26OOfoatc/s1600-h/Image169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350545137319322706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0dDicpFI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ko26OOfoatc/s320/Image169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muakz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0c2REoJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lcoAapn0kaE/s1600-h/Image164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350545133756784786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0c2REoJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lcoAapn0kaE/s320/Image164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0ckYuTsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MKPwIJdFrzo/s1600-h/Image163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350545128957038274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0ckYuTsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MKPwIJdFrzo/s320/Image163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0cYjXarI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s28Azu32rR8/s1600-h/Image162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350545125780449970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD0cYjXarI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s28Azu32rR8/s320/Image162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvXLdF8aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cf_2NT6Bo-k/s1600-h/Image157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539538806993314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvXLdF8aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cf_2NT6Bo-k/s320/Image157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvW7OGtbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/smZmEkVBonY/s1600-h/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539534449161650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvW7OGtbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/smZmEkVBonY/s320/Image143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvW5rgeXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1wiUJqLtayE/s1600-h/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539534035614066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvW5rgeXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1wiUJqLtayE/s320/Image136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvWl-6WBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZYbhc0I57Ok/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539528748292114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvWl-6WBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZYbhc0I57Ok/s320/Image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvWf-7BGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F6s9jbLLFBw/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539527137723490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDvWf-7BGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/F6s9jbLLFBw/s320/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDuhFqxgRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hFMYJW8kQvI/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350538609540825362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDuhFqxgRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hFMYJW8kQvI/s320/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDug7oz0wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZciK66pkU6M/s1600-h/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350538606848234242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkDug7oz0wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZciK66pkU6M/s320/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XoXo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2489219392252180236?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2489219392252180236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-23-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2489219392252180236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2489219392252180236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-23-june-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (23 June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SkD3AOhlkoI/AAAAAAAAALk/hu8wHJhMxxM/s72-c/DSC00295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-274815980051249145</id><published>2009-06-10T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:08:48.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (10 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>I have a very important announcement people. I am totally DONE SINGING. I hate singing. I dislike singing. I am not enjoying singing. I quit VE. Aka Choir. I would not sing anymore. I hate it. Its boring. I dislike singin... I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, remember the english ICA2 the one I did few week past? Guess what? I get a F. F. Yes F. F for fail. F for F*** Bad. Just F. I mean, I know I suck at english lol. And I get a F. I scared that I might need to redo the module. Which I totally dont want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next para. Today, the KS is going for their walk. And yeah... bloody hell, I am stuck in school and cant go. I have this briefing which end late. I missed alot lol. I miss KS alot. I was so looking forward to this outing just like our last one picnic at pasir ris park. But, however so, I have to go for this blood briefing. I am piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-274815980051249145?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/274815980051249145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-10-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/274815980051249145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/274815980051249145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-10-june-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (10 June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-6549327603767627387</id><published>2009-06-05T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:01:47.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (5 June 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAHRDkkVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xIVPIiqVa8c/s1600-h/04112009(010).jpg"&gt;Alright everyone. I have like tons of quiz, presentation and tests this passed weeks. I was stress, busy and all. Ermm... I have stressing moment with this modules EG1746, EG1753, EG1745, EG1751 and EG1733. Pure headache. I scored badly. For modules EG1733, I scored... I think I failed lol. Cause I even have to redo it. For EG1751 next, I scored 14/25. Horrible lol. Its my very first test in NYP and I scored 14/25. Just passed. Hell NO. So not a good start for a beginning of school starts. Haiz. Next, module EG1745, I have my equiz today and yes. I did badly too. I scored 9/15. 2 trial lol and yet 9. A 9? Gosh. Its BAD! Then, for module EG1753, it is Korh's class. I dont know how I faired but I guess bad cause I was confussed and kept asking my classmates. Embarassing lol. Maybe, I will pass lol but not very well. Haiz. Finally is my EG1746, my favourite module eventhough the lesson is damn long. 3 hours. damn. I scored A for my graphic design. Woohh... Its the only modules i lioke. Haha, first A. Man...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey people. Xo Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872926433448274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAHRDkkVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xIVPIiqVa8c/s320/04112009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                          Irah, Me and Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAHPaTIzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XcxjnsuI1RY/s1600-h/04112009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872925991904050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAHPaTIzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XcxjnsuI1RY/s320/04112009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Me and Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAG4KSwtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vEigIZUf_So/s1600-h/snapshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872919750755026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAG4KSwtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vEigIZUf_So/s320/snapshot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Titi Toots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAG7GzqDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W1JtNr3osBk/s1600-h/me+and+mirah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872920541440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAG7GzqDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W1JtNr3osBk/s320/me+and+mirah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Me and Darl Mirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAGk6J8GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rkjIWlFuVT4/s1600-h/me+and+adibah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343872914582794338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAGk6J8GI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rkjIWlFuVT4/s320/me+and+adibah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Me and My Besties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-6549327603767627387?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6549327603767627387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-5-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6549327603767627387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6549327603767627387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-5-june-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (5 June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SilAHRDkkVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xIVPIiqVa8c/s72-c/04112009(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-6224557362377665430</id><published>2009-06-02T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:43:23.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (2nd June 2009)</title><content type='html'>Its 2nd June 2009. Sending post. I know, it has been long since I last posted anything in here. Well, I was busy and lazy. Erm. Busy and Lazy does rythme. For days, I was forced to update my blog from Sally and Adibah. Haha. Yeah. School is fun. School work is a lot. So damn much. School teachers, erm.. I am starting to hate some. Haha. Today, we have lesson with Mr Seah aka Mr BAhhh! Haha. He thought us this module which I really cant remember which. It got demorgan theorem and all in it. Like Maths. Yeah. It was fun. His lecture is the only lecture which I really enjoyed. The rest is sleepysleepy me. Its less interesting. Btw people, I was late today. Due to my diarrhea. I will usually leave home by 6.30 and then reach school around 7.45. But, however so, I left the house at 6.45 and am late. I give her the reason but yet she still mark me late. I was there by 8.13. Only 3 minutes late. And have good reason. In fact, during her lesson, I even went to the toilet due to my diarrhea. Plus, she even say to me that I must be unwell. I was agreeing with her. But then haiz. She still MARK ME LATE! I was pissed. Miss Evelyn class was fun. Ermm ouhkey2. Mr Korh lecture was so boring. I nearly sleep. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of my well being. I should take more picture with my new friends lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342739246460028018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SiU5CaDJxHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mhRg6ZnrtoQ/s320/05212009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342739251284043298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SiU5CsBSZiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UbwCn5nKByo/s320/05212009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342739241355434882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SiU5CHCH24I/AAAAAAAAAIM/6duHbRIIZX4/s320/05212009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342739249354439538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SiU5Ck1O-3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Zp5ZEeCGGxo/s320/05212009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342739246989758130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SiU5CcBczrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8TLYXM23G9Y/s320/05212009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                  Pepperoni Mua Fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was chatting with Sally (yas)  and Adibah both innocent nonsense. Haha. Was fun lol. I am lately so busy. Cant wait for thursday night guys. Haizz.. Haizz means nothing. I am just sighsss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-6224557362377665430?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6224557362377665430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-2nd-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6224557362377665430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6224557362377665430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/mortified-life-andlove-2nd-june-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (2nd June 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SiU5CaDJxHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mhRg6ZnrtoQ/s72-c/05212009(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-6012490520086343393</id><published>2009-05-20T14:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:59:19.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (20 May 2009)2nd</title><content type='html'>This is for the real 2o May which is today. Sian. I have french club later at 3pm and now is 2.30pm. Guess what? I have been waiting for the french club to start for almost 4 hr. Almost. I have been waiting since 11 am. But thanks to Jialin to accompany me lol. I was like so super bloody bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I have did my first presentation in formal clothing today and I suck. Really suck. I was way nervous. So the teacher just give me a pass. a pass lol. like 50%. What the heck. Ermm.. haiz. I did my best lol. I just cant overcome the fact that I am shy in person. Cceh cehc ceh. See whose talking. Haha. Now, waiting at Koufu. Waiting and waiting. My O my, damn boring. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a few picture I taken with Jialin just now at the E-Learning Plaza. I dont know why but I called it the P Plaza. Which I think is wrong lol. PAISEH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HaiZZZzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337794376973704706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/ShOntHuYXgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kGcRpcoBa_E/s320/Image92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 Smile!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337792805571183554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/ShOmRpy0w8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1jGqmGY1Fyo/s320/Image90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                     Weird Face &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of a person I missed. Other than Adibah, Yasmin, Amirah, Fiffi, LY, SM and Myself....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Presentinggggg&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337796319934789698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/ShOpeN0ZuEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FPoMAl25tnE/s320/titi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;TITI. Haha. Miss you guys so lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-6012490520086343393?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6012490520086343393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-20-may-20092nd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6012490520086343393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6012490520086343393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-20-may-20092nd.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (20 May 2009)2nd'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/ShOntHuYXgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kGcRpcoBa_E/s72-c/Image92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-2549820167842383382</id><published>2009-05-20T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:25:11.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (20 May 2009)</title><content type='html'>I am suppose to update this on 18 May but however so, my blogspot account having this problem that I dont even know what it is? lol. Lame ryte? I agree. So here it goes. This is the 18 May post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday Afternoon. And I am having Monday blues. Ermm..strange. Cause I thought monday blues will only happen in the morning but it seems like it happened now. Weird. I just taken a test in module EG1753. I was like What the F. When he told us that we gonna have our test today. What I mean is that this test wasn't inform to us earlier. And now we have to take it? I know nothing about the module. I was paying attention in class but hello, I have not revise. So yeah. I was so panicking and I ask most of my classmates all the way which is too embarassing. I was embarrassed lol. But I really need to pass my first test But I don't think I did well as I have alot of problem with the cable and I write the answer wrong for my second question.&lt;br /&gt;Okey. You want to know what? Don't read my BLOG cause it is full of crap. I am stress and I will always crap so alot. Gosh my ENGLISH suck. Really suck. I need help with my english like real quick or I will be nowher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zawanah (18 May)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2549820167842383382?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2549820167842383382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-20-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2549820167842383382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2549820167842383382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-20-may-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (20 May 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-8159234931627451067</id><published>2009-05-15T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:22:27.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (15 May 2009)</title><content type='html'>Hello People on Earth! How are you guys? Yes, I am busy lately. Yesterday, I reached home at around 7. I changed. I ate. And then, BAM... Down on my bed, asleep. And when I woke up, guess what? What? Its 7am. I was awaken. Not that I woke up on my own. Man oh. Man OH. Going to engaggement ceremony now. Will Blog later. Or tomorrow. Or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-8159234931627451067?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8159234931627451067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-15-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8159234931627451067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8159234931627451067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-15-may-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (15 May 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7365878079982049664</id><published>2009-05-12T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:44:56.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (12 May 2009)</title><content type='html'>Ermm... okey. guess wad? I am now in KOFU again. Eating of course. Eating what? Guess. okeyokey I'll tell you. Mee Rebus la seh. Again. love it. Eating with Jamilah. MAybe doing proposal later. Haha fun. BTW, tomorrow lesson cancel. Yaahhoooo! GTG. I am still eating lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7365878079982049664?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7365878079982049664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-12-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7365878079982049664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7365878079982049664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-12-may-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (12 May 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-129859027693000352</id><published>2009-05-11T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:41:46.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (11 May 2009)</title><content type='html'>Hey people. People. People. People. I know I have not been updating my blog for a very long time. Well, don't blame me. Blame my bloody wireless access at home. It is just so super slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lists of what I want!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;           - Tiffany and Co. bracelet&lt;br /&gt;           - LV bag&lt;br /&gt;           - Braces&lt;br /&gt;           - Happy Clinique Heart perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will not be able to get those things right? Well, like derrr... Its not yet Christmas la seh Zawanah. Haha. But I really want it. I am not the rich and spoilt kid who gets whatever they want. So just my luck to be having any of those things above. If I get any. Haha. Confussing? Yeah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I find being a VEGAN is fun. But, I can't live eating grass for the rest of my life. Its not me. I need my cheese, my milk and all the dairy stuffs. BTW, Hayden Panettiere is a VEGAN. Man, you are strong babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKey, school is fun bored fun bored fun bored okey. Okey. End of story. Buhbbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-129859027693000352?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/129859027693000352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-11-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/129859027693000352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/129859027693000352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-11-may-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (11 May 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-3857989183764400776</id><published>2009-05-02T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:09:20.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (2 May 2009)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went swimming with a whole bunch of cousin and aunties... and yea, their husbands. It fun lol. Thank goodness, this time, I didn't get sunburn. Cool lol. It is because the swimming pool is INDOORRRR... How cool is that! Its at Sengkang. So pretty fun lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-3857989183764400776?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3857989183764400776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-2-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/3857989183764400776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/3857989183764400776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mortified-life-andlove-2-may-2009.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (2 May 2009)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7407452720815409378</id><published>2009-04-29T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:53:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (29th April 09) 2nd</title><content type='html'>Now, sitting in the school cafeteria or as they say, school canteen, or KOFU. Just had my lunch. I had mee bakso, one juice and 2 peanut crackers. The BAKSO is so delicious. Its spicy but yummy. Just feeling bored now. Waiting for the lecture or course in detail thingy to start. Which will be around 3.30 pm. Super lame. I have to wait here since around 1 pm. Hello. People!!! Time is precious. BTW, as I was typing this, 3 caucasian guy just walk past me. But no worries Adibah. They are not hot! So NOT lol! But I am suprise lol. What are this caucasian people doing in NYP. In NYP, there is alot of them lol. I mean, what are they doing here? In NYP? Doing their Dip? I mean, in their country, after high school, they can already get their Diploma and then go to Uni. Weird. Super full. Errmm... The Bakso is so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I am now listening to DANGDUT. Yeahh... Dangdut la seh Adibah. But this is malay dangdut. Sang by Alias Kadir and Masnie. Super funny lol. Haha. Loving it. I just can't wait for another party. Family and relative gathering. Super fun. gtg. getting bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7407452720815409378?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7407452720815409378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-29th-april-09_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7407452720815409378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7407452720815409378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-29th-april-09_29.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (29th April 09) 2nd'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-6367435336030892808</id><published>2009-04-29T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:53:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (29th April 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday (27 April), I am so super stress. I have two auditions. I am suppose to memorize a song called “Remember me this way” but however so, its just too difficult as I only heard that song once.  Which was like years ago. So I asked one of the senior there if I can sing only the first verse and the first chorus. She said yes. And then, at about 6pm. I auditioned for the Soundcard. I was too nervous that a senior pulled me aside. To the staircase. She hear me sing. I suck at singing “DOWN” and ”FOUND”. I got too low. And it sucks. So then, they called me in. And I was so nervous that I sucked all the way. Seriously suck! They then asked me to sing a song which I like. I was so blank that I chose to sing LISTEN. Which I sucked at it too. I even ask the judge to provide me the lyric cause I am too nervous. So I sang along. But yeah... Not good. They were like saying that I totally suck, but indirect way. So no hope for Soundcard. I then auditioned for voice ensemble. Its more of choir. See, I have been in choir since I was in primary school. So I get really nervous when singing solo for the Soundcard but least nervous when singing in voice ensemble. Therefore, auditioning for voice enssemble make me nervous for alittle lesser than the Soundcard only. No different. But I tried to make myself comfortable. The conductor seems nice. And of cause, he asked me if I am a pure malay or a chinese. Haha. Not weird lol. I always have this question asked by many people.  Anyway people, I want to join guitar club. Outside school. But it cost me nearly $100. I am not rich lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey school, I have friends. But not alot. I am a little weird. My dressing suck. I do not know how to dress. I ever dress so emo. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School have 4 canteens. Woohhhooo... Yeahh! But, however so, there are only 1 or 2 muslim stall in each canteen. So bias. Mostly, non-halal food. Sob. Sob. Well, Kofu is pretty expensive. But I find it OK. As, it is air-condition and the place is clean. Other canteen is hot, no airconditioner but better food and the price is super duper cheap. Cheaper than my secondary school food. Haha. I bought mee siam in NYP canteen, not Kofu, it cost me $1.20. Can you imagine? $1.20!!! Super cheap right. Ermm... The only problem with all this canteens is it will always, always and forever pack with people. Its too squeeze. Like today, I ended up buying some snack from Cheers. Which of cause expensive. I so want polar sausage roll. But its sold out. How sad and pathetic. I was in and out of school  Cheers for like 2 days straight just to look for the Sausage roll. But then, its sold out again. Maybe, someone else love the sausage roll as much as me and Nisa love it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See what I found while browsing someone's blog. Haha. So funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Going up and down a step, only a step X 200 steps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Stand and bend X 200 times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Moving left to right X 200 times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Legs forward and backward X 100 times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Skipping X 15 minsORX 200 times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Power walk X 15 mins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Jogging on the spots X 15 mins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Sit-up X 200 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Baby carrots as sneak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Fruits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Salads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Chicken salads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Fish salads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Crumpies salads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Sushi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Fruit juices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Mineral water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Soya beans only for once every 2 weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Coleslaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;14.    Sweet&lt;br /&gt;15.     Anything with diet thingy like the diet bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I saw this in someone’s blog and find that person CARZY. Haha. Super crazy and weird. People can be just full of nonsense huh. Exercise like this? Wooohhooo! Siao! That person I think need help! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like to launch a complain. The bus is too expensive. I mean the fare. I spend almost $20 per week just for transportation to school and then back home. I mean, bloody hell, its super costly lol. I am trying my best not to take the bus home from the Tamp interchange. However so, I am too tired and lazy. And HOT! Global warming people! Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.30 am on a Wednesday morning. And I have school at 8 am later. And I have to be awake by 5.30am. I have to leave my house by 6.30am. Waiting time and ride to the Tamp interchange in bus 291, will take me 30 minutes. Almost. Estimated. Haha. Bus 72 to my school, will take me about an hour. Maybe more. Ever since I am in this new school and new environment, I tend to be early. I will reach there earlier than others. I will be first there. Maybe because of the lecturers saying that if I am late for class for more than 10 minutes, I will be consider not present and will be mark as absent. After 15% of being absent and late, I will not be allowed to take my exams and have to repeat my modules. Super  lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people, I really need to sleep  now. Its not good sleeping in class while the teachers/lecturers are busying teaching/lecturing you. I am planning to be a more focus student remember! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adibah. Hello. Hi. Hey. Hi babe. Scrap the BABE. I don’t use Babe. I use YO! Haha. When are we going out? What about on your birthday? Lets watch movie. I still need to treat you right. A meal. Haha. IMY. Call, text,webcam or whatever me anything okey. I will be there. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nana(WANA)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the teachers in my school have hard time pronouncing my name and they want a short name from me and I asked them to call me Wana. Nana is only for cousin, relative and close friends. Wana too actually. But I was stuck in making my name shorter. Haha. Real name, Zawanah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-6367435336030892808?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6367435336030892808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-29th-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6367435336030892808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/6367435336030892808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-29th-april-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (29th April 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-271872509880075371</id><published>2009-04-15T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:09:03.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-life-andlove (15th April 09)</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;new school&lt;br /&gt;resolution: - be nice to people&lt;br /&gt;- cut down on fat food like juicy chicken skin only (oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- must hand in all me assignments on time&lt;br /&gt;- be focus in class&lt;br /&gt;- stop being brat&lt;br /&gt;- don't bother about others&lt;br /&gt;- don't be too crazy in class&lt;br /&gt;- don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2.17 am now. And I m still wide awake. I seriously need me pills. I am nervous. Oh. Me orientation will be on the day after tomorrow. Wait. Its 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; today and it is after 12pm. Double Oh-Oh! Me orientation will be tomorrow. Oh man. that was fast. I remembered a month ago when I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adibah&lt;/span&gt; that I wasn't nervous or anything. But now, I think I am nervous. So bloody nervous that I can't sleep. I am thinking on what to wear? What to bring? What time to wake up? And all other things. So, I am basically an unprepared kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can already collect me laptop. So happy. Finally right! See, I received a missed called and so I called back.  the conversation goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nur&lt;/span&gt; Za...Za...zAaa...&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arh&lt;/span&gt;2 its me. (people find it so difficult to pronounce me name)&lt;br /&gt;Lady: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ermm&lt;/span&gt;... U laptop has already done with the installing of the software. U can collect it at our place. Or would U like us to send it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; roadshow and u can pick it in school on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HuH&lt;/span&gt;? I thought U are suppose to deliver it to me house as what written in the website?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Okiess&lt;/span&gt;! But U will only receive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; laptop in the next 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (bullshit) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Okiee&lt;/span&gt; then NO thanks. U can just send it to me school and i will pick it up from there. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;I still have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; to say "thanks" even though I was so pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A totally bullshit right? I ordered online for almost a month now. And in the web, it written tat i can get me laptop in 15 days time. cool. But then, 15 days is over. I called them. And they said that they are still waiting for software from sch to be installed. I was cool. 20 days passed. 25 days passed. Still no call. No Laptop. On Monday (13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April) then they called me and we have this conversation. I am so pissed right now. So many question that i am puzzle with. Why? Why they have d online order when we can only have our laptop when school start? Isn't this the same as just waiting for the roadshow? &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; ordered online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thot&lt;/span&gt; tat i can have me laptop earlier. But now, it seems like the same as Buying it during roadshow and better still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; u will get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; laptop straight away... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; even have 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;waitt&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;BtW&lt;/span&gt;, I am confused!&lt;br /&gt;But I think i will be OK when I have the laptop!&lt;br /&gt;Got to watch movie now. Maid of Honour again. Still not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sleepie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;zawanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-271872509880075371?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/271872509880075371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-15th-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/271872509880075371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/271872509880075371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-15th-april-09.html' title='Mortified-life-andlove (15th April 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-1454483595023328259</id><published>2009-04-13T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:28:37.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-life-andlove (13th April 09)</title><content type='html'>Today is fun cause I did something which i like. I love. I went swimming today!!! Cool right! I meet Yasmin at East View bus-stop around 7 pm. And then hit all the way to Sharm's house. Not the house actually, just the swimming pool. Its huge and nice and clean. I simply love it! Despite the pain due to me sunburn, I was swimming like I own that place. There are not many people. Just a few kids learning how to swim with their coach/instructor. And then, after swimming, we went to a shop or minimart to buy an ice-cream. We ate it by the pool. We eat and talk and chat at the same time. Just like old days. And then at about 10.30pm, we left. And Sharm went home. Yas took bus 9 home. While I took 9 home from the opposite side. And then home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudnite people. cya all tomorrow peeps.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;zawanah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-1454483595023328259?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1454483595023328259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-13th-april-09_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1454483595023328259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/1454483595023328259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-13th-april-09_13.html' title='Mortified-life-andlove (13th April 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-4301469017603135424</id><published>2009-04-13T16:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:26:54.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-life-andlove (13th April 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDRXBTxDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rzHldC7kRAU/s1600-h/04132009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102781254222898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDRXBTxDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rzHldC7kRAU/s320/04132009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                         This is how it work! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDRP2oMzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OdqNnf-K5e0/s1600-h/04132009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102779330376498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDRP2oMzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OdqNnf-K5e0/s320/04132009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                               Posing! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDQ_893mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Pc4i4i9and0/s1600-h/04132009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102775061995106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDQ_893mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Pc4i4i9and0/s320/04132009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        I am still so red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDQ0IkTxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Cf2R3Fk1FWA/s1600-h/04132009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102771889426194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDQ0IkTxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Cf2R3Fk1FWA/s320/04132009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      Showing how 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDQgWpxAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OqeyK8PTXcA/s1600-h/04132009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324102766579794946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDQgWpxAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OqeyK8PTXcA/s320/04132009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         This is the thing I told you guys about. Which I don't know how to explain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB6fXVpJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2McLJjM9tWc/s1600-h/04122009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101288845485202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB6fXVpJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2McLJjM9tWc/s320/04122009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           Waiting for JoBro! To start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB6Os9sRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R-O-DIk3lLI/s1600-h/04122009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101284372787474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB6Os9sRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R-O-DIk3lLI/s320/04122009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Picture taking session. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB6MgiJQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-jBkOREmXw8/s1600-h/04122009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101283783779586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB6MgiJQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-jBkOREmXw8/s320/04122009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       Flash. FlashdANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB52ovQtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0F3WWoB7tDY/s1600-h/04122009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101277912613586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB52ovQtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0F3WWoB7tDY/s320/04122009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Last Picture. Before the rest throw shoe at us as it is starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB5qln_VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OmGd6zvRUp4/s1600-h/04122009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101274678328658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMB5qln_VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OmGd6zvRUp4/s320/04122009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                My awesomest sunburn! Ouchh! It hurts like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqwvCdZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s0HHq4uEADI/s1600-h/04112009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324099919118759314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqwvCdZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/s0HHq4uEADI/s320/04112009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Swimming with them. They are not as toasted as me. I am a LOBSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqgZmY3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TnCMRCue2iM/s1600-h/04112009(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324099914733871986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqgZmY3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TnCMRCue2iM/s320/04112009(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   See told you guys. All red. And upset!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqhkjEiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_vz7uEVGze8/s1600-h/04112009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324099915048227362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqhkjEiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_vz7uEVGze8/s320/04112009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                 Picture 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqS-aBrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zaCC4ucx3ew/s1600-h/04112009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324099911130154674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqS-aBrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zaCC4ucx3ew/s320/04112009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                           Ouch it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqSUcwrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7cIiCqDdU_E/s1600-h/04112009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324099910954173106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMAqSUcwrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7cIiCqDdU_E/s320/04112009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        Happy smile. Blueekk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way Back In Date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 April 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received call from my aunt (Mak) asking me and Nisa to go swimming. I was like at first hesistating but finally agreed to go. I reached there first with Nisa while waiting for the rest to arrive, we went to change to our swimming suit. I get my swimming costume and my shorts on. About 15 minutes later, Mak and her family arrived. They went to the toilet to change while Mak, Nisa and I sat at a bench patiently waiting for them. In meanwhile, Mak bought us Cracker. Prawn Cracker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onces they are ready, at about 10.30 am, we head the pool. Its cooling but the weather is hot. I put on sunblock lotion I guess, before entering the pool. We have great fun. I was swimming. Challenging. Having awesome fun with my cousin. Then at about 12 I think, Abang Amie and family came. So we were like swimming and all. Abg Amie showed us a few trick to sink all the way into the water. Pretty cool lol. I tried for about 50 times but still can't sink myself into the water. I think it is because I have to much air in me. Haha. The trick is to release or blow out all air and you will sink. But well, I can't. My other cousins tried and they succeed. So super embarassing. I tried it again and again. And Finally, I get to sink only for about 5 seconds. Thats irritating. How come all can and I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okkey. We order in lunch. We all have dates with KFC. So, we ate the food and then hit the pool again. I tried doing hand stand in the water. Which I usually can but however so, I can't this time. That is super irritating you see. So, I start swimming and just resting in the pool. Floating and all. My elder sis came in later from work but yea, she didnot swim. Sad huh? She just came back from work and didn't bring her swimming costume. Further more, this is a last minute planned lol. So, we were like swimming, swimming and swimming. Without us realising, its already 5pm. So we basically swam for like 5 hours. Woohooo... bet the record man. 5 Hours excluding all the toilet break and lunch and all. Anyway, we say this girl who is I think she is older than me. I was like OMG!!! She was wearing a translucent polka-dots swimming costume. She have only that on. The thing is she is a typically a grown lady and she wore like that??? I was like WHAATTTT!! And then something bad or disgusting happened. She was swimming and her swimming costume strip just fall off. And yea. We can see it. Everything. I was like laughing and talking about it with my other cousin who saw it too. I am so going to HELL. Even though that happened, she still continue swimming. Embarassing right. Even my male cousin saw it too. So funny and embarassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, and then, guess what? After a 5 hours sunbathe I mean swimming under the hot sun. I am now, toasted. Like a red lobster. Some called me hawaiian. I am so tanned. I called myself red lobster. Tanned is so uncool lol for Asian like me. To me, tanned is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;12 April 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got plan with Adibah. And dates with the Jonas Brothers. Haha. Yea ryte huh? Well, we went to watch their 3D concert experience. I love the part went they lo0ok at us as if its so real. I think I am in love with them? I never really into into them. But after the 3D concert, I think, I am one of their FANATIC FAN!. Btw, I think Kevin is I don't know, just OK-OK but then after the 3D concert, I find his personality just amazed me. He is so friendly towards his fans. He even took the flower from his fan even if I think, he is not suppose to do so. Cool ryte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we meet up with Amirah. Go around for a little window shopping. well, RECESSION people. So I am BROKE! BTW, the 3D concert ticket is expensive. Its $13. Basically, about 2 days of my daily school allowance. Or maybe 3 days. So we were walking around in TopShop and saw Yas, Sharm and Fiffi there. We spend our time talking, andd laughing and basically have a blessfull time together. It have been so long since I last go out with them. I passed them my HKG gift. I know its not alot guys but hope you like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around 5.30pm, we went to IKEA to do some shopping. I bought this BASTIS. It is a thing where you roll it on your clothes and it will just have all the dust and fur stick to it. Pretty cool. It cost me $1.80. Okey I guess. Anyway, I was supposed to buy a hotdog bun from there but then, Adibah told me it is not Halal. So I was like hesitating. And I didn't buy it lol. I have been craving for it for days and when the time comes, I didn't buy it. this is all thanks to Adibah. Haha. Anyway, Amirah didn't followed us to IKEA. Sh eneed to go Bukit Batok. Aunt's place. Nearer to school I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the IKEA shopping, we went our split way, Adibah and Fiffi took the bus to bedok home. While I took the bus to Tampines home with Sharm and Yas. Sharm, Yas and I have our dinner at Mr. Teh Tarik. The mee goreng is so good. I also have my all-time favourite drink. Mr. Blueberry!!! Blueberry isso nice but alittle bit too sweet. And then, we bought some goreng pisang, ubi and I don't know what else home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So end of my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 April 09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I maybe going swimming with Yas and Sharm. But it is not confirmed yet. Will post more tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-4301469017603135424?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4301469017603135424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-13th-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4301469017603135424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/4301469017603135424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-13th-april-09.html' title='Mortified-life-andlove (13th April 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SeMDRXBTxDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rzHldC7kRAU/s72-c/04132009(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-8789714978566341448</id><published>2009-04-08T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:10:31.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life_andLove (8th April 09)</title><content type='html'>School will start soon. I swear that I am feeling scare. So scare. Will they accept me? Will they befriend me? Will I be suite well in the new school? Will I like my course? Will I like my school? OMG. I am just totally scared. I never felt this way before.  Plus, how am I going to school? Who am I going with? I am puzzle. I am scare too. I don't want to be taking the bus for more than an hour alone. I am so bloody scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I was out. I went to TM and Century with Ariq only. I bet most people thinks that Ariq is my daughter. I mean hellooo.... I am 16! I am too young to have babies. See, most people are giving me this nasty look today as I pushed Ariq in and out of the shopping mall. Okey. I am fat, matured looking, don't dress like normal teenagers and I don't even care about my hair or makeup or anything. I am just simple. I hardly put on powder too. So yeah... I may look like AUNTY2. But wait, I have a few things that aunty would not have. I have baby skin. Muahahha! Funny right? Haha. Kidding. Actually, most of my relative was saying that I have nice skin and Blahblahblah. And when I was in HKG, this salesgirl also tell me that my skin is good for a Singaporean. Blahblahblah. Which i totally care less. So, today I nought clothing for my school life. And basically thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried. I didn't lost it. School starting soon and most of my relative is saying that I am so sehat!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Zawanah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-8789714978566341448?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8789714978566341448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-lifeandlove-8th-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8789714978566341448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8789714978566341448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-lifeandlove-8th-april-09.html' title='Mortified-Life_andLove (8th April 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-8196777825546843779</id><published>2009-04-07T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:31:04.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (7th March 09)</title><content type='html'>Life isn't what you think. You got to paint it colourful. Well, today and yesterday was boring. Yesterday afternoon, I spend like almost 1 hour talking to Adibah on phone and almost 2 hours chatting with her in IM. Basicaally, well, as most of you people know, we will be gossiping. Haha. Nice talking with her lol. It has been month since we go out together lol. Miss her. Okey. She was like telling me that she have to stop talking by 4.15pm however so, we prolong it till almost 5pm. Times really flies lol. She has to go out to meet her mum at fairprice. Must be groceries shopping time lol. So after I hang up the phone, I went to do the laundry and also watch Ellen Show at the same time. Ellen is good. Hilarious and good. She have a gr8 personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, at 6pm, My mum and sister reached home look all moody and angry. I don't even know how to put it in what way. They received a call from MIKE the maid agency telling that the new maid (Wiwik), is having some issues with her passport. And it will take even longer for her to reach Singapore. So my mum was pissed as we have been going to the agency for a couple of time to change a maid to the other even before they start working in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary, Send Sopuroh home. Get a new maid (Cacu btw not Cuca) but she will only be here in a month time. School starting soon lol so can't wait. Next, we get Wiwik, she already have her passport. But then, later, they told us that her passport have problem so we have to wait about 2-3 weeks later. School started by then so can't wait. Finally, yesterday, we saw two maid in that agency itself that have not been employed. One is a little lazy and not so strong plus, she only 23 yrs old. So no to her. Then, we saw the other one, she is a little big size like Kak Su(cik dah's maid), she is 31 yrs old and she have undergo torture from other employer that employed her previously, so, taking care of our needs will not be a problem I think. She say she is strong. She have to be strong to carry monthly groceries and strolley and ariqah and bags. Btw, her name is Dwi Lestari. So yea. She will be in by saturday or latest next week tuesday. It wil not be a problem lol. Coz she already have her passport and she is in Singapore already so, no issue. Insyaallah no lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the maid agency visit thingy, we went to PASIR RIS SHOPPING MALL... Man, I don't remember the mall name! Oh White Sand la. We went to white send to shop for headsets and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today!! Ermm... it rained and then stopped. And nothing exciting happened so till i blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I will only receive my lappy in 2 weeks time lol. I called the ASIAPAC and i am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Zawanah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-8196777825546843779?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8196777825546843779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-7th-march-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8196777825546843779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8196777825546843779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-7th-march-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (7th March 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-2684463281495321012</id><published>2009-04-05T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:40:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (5th April 09)</title><content type='html'>Today is so boring. I basically stay at home, do some chores, and go to Elias Mall. See, my elder sister went out with her ex schoolmates aka friends. So I was like thinking of asking Adibah and KS peep to go out too. But then, I remembered that they usually can't go out on weekend cause its a family day. So, I didn't call any of them to meet up or simply go forsome window shopping. BTW, I got stuck at home doing choresand nothing. Its then that my mum ask me to come along to the maid agency again. I was alittle delighted cause previously, for the whole morning, I was just doing nothing and feeling so bloody bored. We went to the agency to change maid again. Cause the maid we originally picked will onlybe available in a month time. I can't wait that long. My mum too. Cause I will start school in two weeks time and there will be no one taking care of Ariq and Nisa. So we pick another maid today.SHe is 26 years old. I bet she lied her age cause most maid did. Just like my previous one and also her sister. Her name is Wiwik. Calling her, Bibik. Mum calling her Wik. Thats the plan. But well, plans do change. Same goes to people. I hope I don't change. After theagency thingy, we went to Sheng SHiong to buy groceries. We bought so many things plus its heavy. And also, there is only my mum, Ariq and me who went to the groceries store. So mum have to carry Ariq and some stuffs. While i have to carry all. But, I manage it lol. Well hellooo! I am a shot-putter lol and a discus thrower.... So it will be ashame not to be able to carry heavy groceries. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, at around 6pm, we except Ifah, wewent to nenek's house. She cooked nasi briyani ikan. Fish Briyani. Its awesome. Its then remind me of eating in HKG. The other time in HKG, we bought two briyani. One is chicken and one is mutton. And, it cost us  $20 sin dollar for EACH plate of briyani. BTW, the briyani is not alot. But we have no choice we either have to eat thet halal turkish restaurant food or stuck with fillet-o-fish burger from McDonalds. That remind me of... we try finding other halal restaurant too. So we found another halal restaurant. This time, it was halal indian restaurant. We order two tandoori chicken, 4 prata and one mee goreng. And guess what? It cost us $400 plus hkg dollar which is about $80 sin dollar and more. Its so expensive. On the6th day of us staying in hkg, we got so tired of INDIAN, TURKISH and McDonalds restaurant that we went to the SPAGHETTI HOUSE just across the street from our hotel. It have no HALAL sign or anything to indicate that it is halal. But, we still bought something there. We bought onevegetarian spaghetti and one seafood spaghetti. We say that we want no meat at all in it and also no adding of wine for flavour. We also bought garlic bread. In total, it only cost us $25 sin dollar. So cheap right? Cheaper than the restaurant. The price of food in Disneyland is in fact cheaper than those restaurant. We bought drinks, seafood bake rice, jelly and, fish and chips, it cost us a total of $30 sin dollar. Super cheap than the Indian or Turkish Restaurant lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check. So i basically go to nenek's house to eat the awesomest nasi briyani ikan and theres ayam too.After that, I went home. And start watching movie. I am a movie freak fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I watched CONFESSION OF A SHOPAHOLIC twice in cinema. Love the movie but the book is better. Okeeiisss... I am like so sleepy and reality plus time check, its... half past 1 am. Wait. What the hell? Its actually 1.30 am. And I am like falling asleep and typing this at the same time. OKey people. I have to go and Zzzz first or I will be a cranky zombie tomorrow. I mean today late morning. haha. Bubbye. Takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I so love British accent. They are so bloody good. Reminds me of Wildchild. Freddie Kingsley! aka Alex. Such a Hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Goodnight Adibah. I mean Good MORNING Adibah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2684463281495321012?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2684463281495321012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-5th-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2684463281495321012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2684463281495321012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-5th-april-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (5th April 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-970853126677074756</id><published>2009-04-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:56:44.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (3rd April 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyNnLG9VI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kJnQso6wRzU/s1600-h/100_1408[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320143375499195730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyNnLG9VI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kJnQso6wRzU/s320/100_1408%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Karoake-ing in the Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyNUF44CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JdorkW6hIbk/s1600-h/100_1406[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320143370377027618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyNUF44CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JdorkW6hIbk/s320/100_1406%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          I was born to love you, Freddie Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyNIXy-kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mnv6kmFKiL0/s1600-h/100_1405[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320143367230913090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyNIXy-kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mnv6kmFKiL0/s320/100_1405%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Don't you know that Elvis is twin? Yes he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                       Don't you know that Elvis has left the building? Yes.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyMFf6jcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JJ05ZpYmLB0/s1600-h/100_1403[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320143349279788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyMFf6jcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JJ05ZpYmLB0/s320/100_1403%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Its Johnny Depp people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyMFgA9eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a4VG_M-Z5UM/s1600-h/100_1402[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320143349280208354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyMFgA9eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a4VG_M-Z5UM/s320/100_1402%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         We are in the same movie review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw75gmloI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cEsZCy-hPWA/s1600-h/100_1401[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141971671914114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw75gmloI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cEsZCy-hPWA/s320/100_1401%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Gosh I forgot her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7yjm2iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-8SmyDa_T8g/s1600-h/100_1400[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141969805466146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7yjm2iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-8SmyDa_T8g/s320/100_1400%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              She lend me her wig. How sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7qFQuJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wH6KpXhACKo/s1600-h/100_1399[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141967530702994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7qFQuJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wH6KpXhACKo/s320/100_1399%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            Hail Adolf Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7e4XEtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MjFMJOEIETs/s1600-h/100_1397[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141964523803346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7e4XEtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MjFMJOEIETs/s320/100_1397%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          I don't know this guy but he is sure look scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                      Like a VAMPIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7PPhVHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eSrY8hs-SZ4/s1600-h/100_1396[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141960325977202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTw7PPhVHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eSrY8hs-SZ4/s320/100_1396%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       He is famous but I just can catch his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvvXDc8sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oeyxh9kNy7I/s1600-h/100_1394[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140656752784066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvvXDc8sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oeyxh9kNy7I/s320/100_1394%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                Don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvvGY5aSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VxRDHSfU1Cs/s1600-h/100_1392[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140652279327010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvvGY5aSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VxRDHSfU1Cs/s320/100_1392%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       Its Mel Gibson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvu6sGY6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lPqpIB8P7bI/s1600-h/100_1391[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140649138643874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvu6sGY6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lPqpIB8P7bI/s320/100_1391%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      I don't know him too. Yickkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvu2NuPUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qzMg1kRBmXs/s1600-h/100_1389[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140647937490242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvu2NuPUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qzMg1kRBmXs/s320/100_1389%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         A lady in tutu whose name I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvukGJvXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aCTSNy2pfDY/s1600-h/100_1388[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320140643073899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTvukGJvXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aCTSNy2pfDY/s320/100_1388%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                 Mamma Mia  Meryl Streep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuiOE41bI/AAAAAAAAADs/ND_Q8PxYCqw/s1600-h/100_1386[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320139331492959666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuiOE41bI/AAAAAAAAADs/ND_Q8PxYCqw/s320/100_1386%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Ifah with a Japanese actress or singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhpl7vlI/AAAAAAAAADk/tNLSWjmGi1I/s1600-h/100_1383[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320139321699450450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhpl7vlI/AAAAAAAAADk/tNLSWjmGi1I/s320/100_1383%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Friends with Elle Macpherson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhcYjtaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZdHFDk0pxUE/s1600-h/100_1382[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320139318153688482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhcYjtaI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZdHFDk0pxUE/s320/100_1382%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   I have no idea who he is but i assume he is a pianist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhfZJnBI/AAAAAAAAADU/pSDw5HaCDSE/s1600-h/100_1381[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320139318961478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhfZJnBI/AAAAAAAAADU/pSDw5HaCDSE/s320/100_1381%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             Tell Jay Chou your SECRET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhNS_KEI/AAAAAAAAADM/uKcgPp_0TWM/s1600-h/100_1380[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320139314103789634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTuhNS_KEI/AAAAAAAAADM/uKcgPp_0TWM/s320/100_1380%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         I really have to refresh my memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            Cause I dont remember her name too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTtZDejkXI/AAAAAAAAADE/d1GwZlSehaA/s1600-h/100_1379[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138074517377394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTtZDejkXI/AAAAAAAAADE/d1GwZlSehaA/s320/100_1379%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        She must be famous to have a wax looking exactly like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTtIfW5dyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wMAaMR3jlUk/s1600-h/100_1378[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320137789943674658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTtIfW5dyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wMAaMR3jlUk/s320/100_1378%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 I want to be a supperrr model. Naomi Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTs3Fy_kxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yj7z4D_3wo4/s1600-h/100_1375[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320137491024417554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTs3Fy_kxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yj7z4D_3wo4/s320/100_1375%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Ifah and the comedian, Eddie Murphy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTsWjif5pI/AAAAAAAAACs/vJx6C5Dbh2Y/s1600-h/100_1370[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136932072613522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTsWjif5pI/AAAAAAAAACs/vJx6C5Dbh2Y/s320/100_1370%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       Its Angie and Brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTsL3YoEdI/AAAAAAAAACk/zkRsm68SMrc/s1600-h/100_1368[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136748421353938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTsL3YoEdI/AAAAAAAAACk/zkRsm68SMrc/s320/100_1368%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              He is simply a Hottie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTr83Fd1YI/AAAAAAAAACc/7fY7RLRRiuM/s1600-h/100_1365[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136490642953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTr83Fd1YI/AAAAAAAAACc/7fY7RLRRiuM/s320/100_1365%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Where is Maddox? Shiloh? Zahara? Knox? The Twins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTru_ZZ9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/qfFfsuoydMM/s1600-h/100_1363[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136252355900898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTru_ZZ9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/qfFfsuoydMM/s320/100_1363%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                         Its their new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTrVeHELkI/AAAAAAAAACM/82eJo54QTU8/s1600-h/100_1362[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320135813923876418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTrVeHELkI/AAAAAAAAACM/82eJo54QTU8/s320/100_1362%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Scenery up the tram to Victoria Peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTrISAevVI/AAAAAAAAACE/8z_rxK56Ymo/s1600-h/100_1361[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320135587336731986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTrISAevVI/AAAAAAAAACE/8z_rxK56Ymo/s320/100_1361%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                    Its up, up and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTqxOpQzNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w_AFkM8uRVo/s1600-h/100_1360[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320135191297051858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTqxOpQzNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w_AFkM8uRVo/s320/100_1360%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     In Tram Super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTqgPTM4-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4BNgCb9VMNU/s1600-h/100_1356[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320134899415180258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTqgPTM4-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/4BNgCb9VMNU/s320/100_1356%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Still in Tram but I am awake now people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTqI7B7r0I/AAAAAAAAABs/UaExcJjhRTM/s1600-h/100_1354[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320134498837049154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTqI7B7r0I/AAAAAAAAABs/UaExcJjhRTM/s320/100_1354%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Snappy... Snappyy... Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTp2omQUWI/AAAAAAAAABk/OmdHeZlzmMw/s1600-h/100_1331[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320134184651477346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTp2omQUWI/AAAAAAAAABk/OmdHeZlzmMw/s320/100_1331%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                   Clock Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTpid3O2SI/AAAAAAAAABc/ObdDtIUsuD0/s1600-h/100_1330[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320133838172510498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTpid3O2SI/AAAAAAAAABc/ObdDtIUsuD0/s320/100_1330%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                           Ifah and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTo49XtC5I/AAAAAAAAABU/rmD0zC6NamE/s1600-h/100_1326[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320133125075700626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTo49XtC5I/AAAAAAAAABU/rmD0zC6NamE/s320/100_1326%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      Preparing to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdToYNr6XpI/AAAAAAAAABM/SZgLmAt6i-Y/s1600-h/100_1315[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320132562519744146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdToYNr6XpI/AAAAAAAAABM/SZgLmAt6i-Y/s320/100_1315%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             They are  walking to Mong Kok. Our hotel is in Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTnohNb8nI/AAAAAAAAABE/E5kVECKiYXE/s1600-h/100_1312[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320131743126909554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTnohNb8nI/AAAAAAAAABE/E5kVECKiYXE/s320/100_1312%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Sitting at the staircase watching the Olympic Torch or Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTnRztPOrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uspwP8Jl6co/s1600-h/100_1304[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320131352955140786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTnRztPOrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uspwP8Jl6co/s320/100_1304%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                               Postcard Stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTnEUfNQiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v5hzPkK_Tx8/s1600-h/100_1295[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320131121236492834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTnEUfNQiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v5hzPkK_Tx8/s320/100_1295%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Theres a statue of a lady behind. Nice but dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTmlnJ3lgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LcU-QanjzPg/s1600-h/100_1288[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320130593671321090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTmlnJ3lgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LcU-QanjzPg/s320/100_1288%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        Mosque in HKG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTmLGrFuFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Nn-SZ31UMrs/s1600-h/100_1289[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320130138275690578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTmLGrFuFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Nn-SZ31UMrs/s320/100_1289%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          TAking a picture near the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTlrojWXiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ipWVdGHzxUg/s1600-h/100_1277[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320129597614218786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTlrojWXiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ipWVdGHzxUg/s320/100_1277%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                            Scenery from the airport to the Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTlR8mpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J9FZXepGpwU/s1600-h/100_1235[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320129156320165250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTlR8mpfYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J9FZXepGpwU/s320/100_1235%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                        This is a short trip to KL Before going HKG,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTkjqEKaFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYOAMpiq3Q8/s1600-h/100_1236[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320128361069701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTkjqEKaFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYOAMpiq3Q8/s400/100_1236%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;u&gt;Berjaya Time Square KL... Swimming pool below!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is only like 25% of the pictore taken in KL and HKG that got posted in here. No worries. Will put more picture soon. There are still the Ocean Park And DineyLand pistures. So Stay TuNE! So bloody TV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: There are like 2000 pictures in total taken in HKG only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-970853126677074756?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/970853126677074756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-3rd-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/970853126677074756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/970853126677074756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-3rd-april-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (3rd April 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIujtUIAxGc/SdTyNnLG9VI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kJnQso6wRzU/s72-c/100_1408%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853078435394084376.post-5391644370581083288</id><published>2009-04-02T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:47:01.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (2nd April '09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nanny Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Zawanah&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16 years and 179 days&lt;br /&gt;H. edu: O' level&lt;br /&gt;C. weight: 209.5&lt;br /&gt;C. height: 157&lt;br /&gt;C.Occupation: Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people. Hear me out. Today is my Nanny Day 1. See I have never leave without a maid. Ermm... Maybe once when I was in Pri 6 and Sec 1. So basically for the entire life, I have maid. But today, I am a nanny myself. Super not easy. You have to cook, bath the kids, dress them, tidy things up and a lot more. So basically like daily chores. However so, I am not complaining. I find it well, Fun! Its like doing the same thing you do always like school. See, my mum train me to always do some chores even when you have a maid. But well, when my maid is here, I seldom do anything. In total, being a Nanny is fun and not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what people. Apart from mee goreng, muffins and all the basic cooking I did when I was in Sec 1 and Sec 2 in my HOME ECONOMIC class, plus cook rice, maggie and eggs, I swear to GOD, I never cook before. So today is my second time cooking at home with no help. First was yellow nasi goreng which was like a few years ago. So second will be today. Today I cook a dish. It is Sardin masak asam. Its pretty easy cause my mum have this cook book of her own that she left it in the kitchen drawer. So, its pretty easy lol. My two younger sister say it is good. However so, Nisa, she vomit after eating it. So, I don't think its good lol. I can't cook. But I do cook. There's a difference people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across my exclassmate blog. And guess what? He lost 16kg ever since holiday start. I am like so bloody jealous. The thing is I always want to diet and lost weight but the problem is....simple.... TEMPTATION. My maid's cooking is good. So is my mum's. And my house, is always filled with foods including soda, junk foods plus its near to McDonalds. I just can't take it. So yeahhh... I was so bloody jealous. I need tips from him. Seriously. Ever since the holidays start, my weight kept increasing. So I will trypeople to lost it. To do MYSELF a favour. Everyone kept telling me that I gain weight and I was like saying that it is because its HOLIDAY. Which is such a stupid excuse. So people I will TRY! But don't scold me if I can't lost it lol.Pray for me. Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, while i am typing this blog, Ariq is sleeping on my lap. She is cute when she is asleep. But having noises and sound make or done by her, make us happy and more cheerful. She is a good kid. Alright people. I have to go. She can't be sleep on my lap forever. I got to put her in bed. So, got to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have been waiting for my laptop but still there is no sign of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-5391644370581083288?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5391644370581083288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-2nd-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5391644370581083288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/5391644370581083288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-2nd-april-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (2nd April &apos;09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-2494345280117019583</id><published>2009-04-01T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:00:04.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (1st April '09)</title><content type='html'>Happy April FOOL's Day! Today, I was busy going and updating my blog and all for like more then an hour but the blog just doesn't seems to work. So I asked my beloved friend, &lt;em&gt;Adibah&lt;/em&gt; to help me. She is good in this blogging thing. I am like so blur and confuss. In fact, my previous blog (unspokenabletruth.blogspot.com) wasn't done by me too lol. From my cousin, Sabrina. So this time round, credit to &lt;em&gt;Adibah.&lt;/em&gt;  If wasn't for her, I will have a boring blog. Hidayah also said that my blog is super boring and plain. Which is the truth cause it is. But thanks to &lt;em&gt;Adibah, &lt;/em&gt;it is just what I wanted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... &lt;em&gt;Adibah,&lt;/em&gt;  she is a good friend. I remember in secondary 3. She was there for me. She befriended me when others don't. I hope it is truthfull. She is just nice to be around with. When we went out with others, sometimes, i feel lost. I don't know who to talk to, but &lt;em&gt;Adibah&lt;/em&gt; will always be there to talk to me. Even though mainly out of my mouth is CRAP! Through out my jobless period and waiting for school to start, I always bother her with webcaming, help me with blog and all. She never complained. Even though maybe sometime she can say no so I will know where to put a STOP... Ermm... I am being a little bit too emotional right? Well, if you happen to have a good friend, don't waste it. Sometimes, a chance never come twice in a life time. Would you be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, at around 7 I think, we as a family have to send Sopuroh to the airport. She will be flying off today. It's kinda sad lol.... BTW, I will not be having maid for the next 2 to 3 weeks before my other maid come in. I will be the next nanny for time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to run. I have to bath first. Blog more later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Adibah, thanks lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2494345280117019583?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2494345280117019583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-1st-april-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2494345280117019583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2494345280117019583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortified-life-andlove-1st-april-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (1st April &apos;09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-7624034025321938499</id><published>2009-03-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:58:21.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (31th March '09)</title><content type='html'>Hey. Ho. Yo. I am like super bored today. The weather is like so super hot. I am like melting. Basically, I went to meet Sopuroh's sister in Elias Road with her. Guess what? She is 16 yrs old today. So young huh? Younger than me. I am like turning 17 this year. She is working as a maid too but she is too young. If working as babysister, i think its fine lol. So I was in Elias Road for an hour. They were talking and talking and talking. Sopuroh also bought her a cellphone. Its SAMSUNG. Second hand but still good. It is 3G, with 2.0 megapixel camera, it is touch screen and more functin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkiezzzz people... gotta run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-7624034025321938499?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7624034025321938499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-31th-march-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7624034025321938499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/7624034025321938499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-31th-march-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (31th March &apos;09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-3584297782458689032</id><published>2009-03-29T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:34:39.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (29th March 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing much happened today. I was asleep till like 10 am. We have nuggets for breakfast. Then my parents and Ariq went to wedding. I am stuck at home with my maid and Nisa. THen, around 2pm, they came back. My mum asked me to go down to the carpark as we are going out. So me and Nisa went downstair while my dad and Ariq went upstairs. My dad WAs tired and Ariq need to have her nap. We went to Elias Mall. BTW, its my first time going there. It looks like TAmpines Mart i think. It is a small mall. We went to the Home United Maid Agency. My family and I was very piss with this maid we have. So was my relative. Her dressing is over. Her attitude is simply RUDE. And more. She even bought cellphone secretly without we knowing. She have too many connection in Singapore. She probably sneek out before to see her sister in Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted cellphone but my mum don't allowed as you people do know how this maids reacted with their phones.They will not do work and stuck on their phone. They will be like planning with the other maids to meet out. They will be like called they boyfeys and neglect Ariq and Nisa. So my mum say no to phone. Secondly, is about sneeking out. My mum says that she can meet her sister during Hari Raya. So she planned with her sister. However so, the plan kept changing. She did not fixed the date to meet her sister. My mum say its ok for her to go but she have to bring me and my other sisters. So, final plan is Elias Mall which is near her sister's place. We will be sitting at the Mcdonald while they do all their talking. But they, last minute, her sister say she can't make it. So, fine. We are fine with it. Then, she then make plan to go to her sister ma'am house just to meet her sister. Her sister's ma'am says it was okey to bring us along. However so, my mum says NO. She don't like us going to other people house. Its like as if we are asking for collections as it was during the Hari Raya period. So thats the finally straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However so, my mum isn't a heartless person. On Hari Raya Haji in Nov or Dec i think, my mum bring my maid to visit her cousin who also works in Singapore, in Town. All the way to Orchard road just to bring her to her cousin. My mum basically missed her half day of celebrating Hari Raya Haji just to drive her all the way to her cousin in Orchard road. Orchard road is not near lol. We are staying in the east side so. Yeahhh... Its far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, lately, my cousin told me that when we leave this maid of ours in her house while we were in HKG. She then saw her using a cellphone. Thats why she reported to me. So two to three days straight, we spend our night time while my maid was sleeping, to search for her phone. True enough. We found the phone. I was angry. See, me and her wasn't you know... ermm... like each other. I don't really like her. My relative was always complaining about her atittude and dressing. Which i also notice. So, I continue reading her sent out texts and ffound out that she talks about all of us to her relatives. The "BAD" things i mean. She say that we don't allowed her to visit her sister. Which is a lie. And a lot more. You know how a maid can be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKey so back to today, my mum, nisa and I went to the Mall. To terminate her contract. We also find another maid. She is old. Well not very old I think She is 33 or 35 years old. She is around my height. She never have any experience in working as maid before so, its our duty to train her. Hope she is not lazy. She is like ermm...have you ever watch those indonesia series drama where they have this old maid doing the work and all... ermmm like the BiBik Cha i think in EIFFEL I'AM IN LOVE... Yea so she is kinda like that. Her name is Cuca SUrwati i think. We gonna be calling her Bibik Cuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroung 4.30 pm, we reached home. And my mum start talking to my maid why are we sending her back earlier. We said that we have not enough money to hire anymore maids. Which I know its a lie. Cause, you know that these maids can have a hatre heart and start doing something not good to my sister or who ever. We are right now thinking of the bad things first. So she will be going home on wed(1 april) or thurs(2 April) all depends on her flight to Sumarang I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically thats all for today folk. See Yea soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Adibah, I NEED YOUR HELP!!! I don't know how to go the TAGBOARD thingy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-3584297782458689032?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3584297782458689032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-29th-march-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/3584297782458689032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/3584297782458689032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-29th-march-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (29th March 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-8635248019066300538</id><published>2009-03-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:37:12.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life_andLove (26th March 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okey what else happen today. Errmm... yea. Adibah say im rich! I was like. NOOOO! Me not rich. But also not poor. I am average. If I am rich, I will be staying in a banglow or condo. And if i am poor, I will not even afford a house to live in. So I am average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhkey. I have an account in youtube for all my vids. Mainly singing. Its not good. Its bad. I hate it. But my sis now i love singing so she encourage me to sing. Eventhough i suck at it. So ermmm... here is a few of my singing videos. Embarassing ryte? But I dun care. People see my vid in youtube too lol. I am a weirdokiddo. I admit. I am always weird. I love saying weird and snap(at times). Weird always. I dunnoe wwhy but I just like saying weird. Cause most people i met, is weird plus funny and weird again. But I love being around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-8635248019066300538?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8635248019066300538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-lifeandlove-26th-march-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8635248019066300538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8635248019066300538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-lifeandlove-26th-march-09.html' title='Mortified-Life_andLove (26th March 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-2937101188302850628</id><published>2009-03-26T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:37:48.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (26th March 09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ermmm.... Okey. Today is sad and happy. I have to cancelled my KS outing. Sorry peeps! My aunt have to be send to hospital. So I have to cancelled the karaoke-ing guys. I know. It suck. I felt bad too. Btw guys (KS), I bought you guys giftyyy from HKG. So next time we meet, I will bring it along lol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went out to also take my sister car. Damn it man. She have no license but already get a car. Not Fair. But... erm.. she deserve it. She get her diploma already!!! I am so bloody happy for her. In just like less then a year, she already get her dip. Good harrr... Its actually my old Hyundai Sonata Gold car. We took it back from the rental people and now its ours again. So basically, we have two cars and a motorbike. Rich har??? Bull shit!... I will upload the pictures. Soon. Very soon. I hope. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, zawanah.&lt;br /&gt;(update more later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2937101188302850628?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2937101188302850628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-26th-march-09_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2937101188302850628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2937101188302850628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-26th-march-09_26.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (26th March 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-2973276708995924805</id><published>2009-03-26T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:44:45.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (26th March 09)</title><content type='html'>okiess! I have not been blogging for weeks. I was too busy working, changing cellphones, travelling and preparing for school. I bought a new cellphone... Yeahhh! The PDA(o2 zinc) I used to use, suck big time. I send for repair which is in HKG for almost a month. But then, I received a call that I have to pay for the repair to be in progress. I mean, WHAT THE FU*K! I m like, " I am still under warantee and yet, you still ask me to pay? Thats is unbelieveble." So I told that HKG manager guy to not repair my phone and just send it back to me. So, in the meanwhile, I use my old cellphone &lt;strong&gt;(K5&lt;/strong&gt;something&lt;strong&gt;I).&lt;/strong&gt; But, now, I have my new cellphone. Its not very good, but I love it. Its &lt;strong&gt;Nokia E63&lt;/strong&gt;. Its newly launch. Its like a PDA but somehow different. I am so used to use a PDA type of cellphone that I find it strange(weird) to use the normal keypad phone. WEIRD ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped working on 13th March. Hoorayyyy! &lt;strong&gt;No more work! No more drama!&lt;/strong&gt; I received a farewell card from KWE peeps! Love them. Some say I need to slim down. Which is true. But to think of it, on a farewell card? Not a good idea. haha. Its OK! I still accept it. Thanks Carrie and Carmen for the card decor. Its cute and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, 14th March, my family and I took the morning SQ860 flight to HKG. The trip last for 9 days. We went to DISNEYLAND, Ocean Park, Victoria Peak and of course shopping. And shopping. And Shopping. However so, we spend the last 2 days there doing nothing but just R&amp;amp;R. R&amp;amp;R for like the whole 2 days. Mum was sick. Ariq was sick and still slightly sick. Nis was sick too. I was sick three. Thats why we spend most of our time doing R&amp;amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gosh! my Sis is screaming at me now for the noisy sound of the keyboard. But well, can;t blame her its 12.40 am now. And I am suppose to be sleeping. I got an outing tomorrow with the &lt;strong&gt;KS peep&lt;/strong&gt;(xoxo) so I need my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I will upload alot, i mean tonne of pictures once I got my cable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2973276708995924805?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2973276708995924805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-26th-march-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2973276708995924805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2973276708995924805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/mortified-life-andlove-26th-march-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (26th March 09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-2503912938900787612</id><published>2009-02-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:39:45.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove (9 Feb '09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh! Gosh!Gosh! Total loser! I totally miss out the part the guy in STOMP write that he actually edited the video. So shameful of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ryte&lt;/span&gt;, I have this choir friend who I know since sec 1, she is a born &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buddhist&lt;/span&gt; but converted to be christian at age of 15/16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TRue&lt;/span&gt;! Her attitude change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. She is so damn good now. No more vulgarities. Always go to church. Respect and be nice to others. Totally different person. For almost two years now, she kept telling me about her new religion and I was there listening to her always. To me, I have no objecting in hearing and knowing about other religions. But however so, she seems different. She kept asking me to go to the church. She told me there's dance, singing and all. Its kinda weird as she only asked me and no one else. Then, on Saturday (7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt;) we went jog-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; together as we stay next to each other. And yes! She kept telling me about her religion again! It was then did i ask her whether is she trying to ask me to convert to be a christian just like her too. And guess what??? The truth is out. She actually say that her GOD have touch her and told her to persuade me to convert. Its like the GOD wills... I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WHATTTTT&lt;/span&gt;???? I am a Muslim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! Might not be a good Muslim, but hello, I love my religion. I paint my nails? yes! I have allot of piercing? yes! I dyed my hair? yes! only the halal one. I lied? yes! Its might seems that i am a bad Muslim but however so, i will declare myself AN AVERAGE MUSLIM. I don't drink, i don't eat pork, i don't touch dog (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FORBIA&lt;/span&gt;)! This friend of mine kept saying that our friendship lasted even though we have graduated from secondary school because of her God's will... Which is wanting me to convert! I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WHHATTT&lt;/span&gt;???? I then tell her that i dun mind listening and studying about her religions or others but about converting, its not my thing!!! I m a Muslim and am proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OKEY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;okey&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Okey&lt;/span&gt;! Back to reality. I have been working in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KWE&lt;/span&gt; for almost 3 months now. I have a partner. I don't know.... He seems different. He is slow, but might not be retard! He even bought flowers and give love letters to my colleague. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; not retard right? I don't know. He was kinda like fired on 6 February 09. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. It happen that he is slow, he did tons of mistakes, he did not follow simple instruction, he did not inform others if he happen to be sick/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;halfdayleave&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;notcomingtowork&lt;/span&gt;! He get scolded allot of time. But he did change only for awhile. On 6 Feb is my head of CS last straw. Carrie was fine when he told her that he is not coming to work anymore. On 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt;, he did not come to work and didn't even have the common sense to inform anyone. Then, Carrie called him. His name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yilin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yilin&lt;/span&gt; was like saying that he will not be coming to work anymore. And Carrie was fine with it. It means that he resigned. However so, the next day, on 6 FEB, he came to work... Carrie was pissed as he already inform Charles and he has actually called the agency to get new part-timer. Charles is our manager &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yilin&lt;/span&gt; is kinda FIRED on that day. He was force to leave when the end of office hour. I was felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;guity&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pityful&lt;/span&gt; and all. But I seriously can't work with this guy. He is total different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, i am doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;acc&lt;/span&gt; and cs alone. With a little of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;klara&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;carrie&lt;/span&gt; help. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh today was super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tiiring&lt;/span&gt;. I open up 3 full CWT boxes. And start rearranging and add in the debit note and all. I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;supre&lt;/span&gt; tired that i didn't even go for lunch. Michelle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Hye&lt;/span&gt; want to help me buy food but i was like saying i am not hungry and all. Which is not true. Cause i am so hungry but get to think of the work loads, i was just to stress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ermm&lt;/span&gt;... Lets talk about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;colleugue&lt;/span&gt;, Michelle! She is nice, too open and nice. But i was kinda pissed when she told me that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; respect my supervisor. I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;WHATTT&lt;/span&gt;??? Me? She told me that i joke too much. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; pissed. I was like i don't go around calling people names and called them stupid, brainless and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; easily. Only, yes, my jokes sometimes is too much, but i never say bad things to them. So when Michelle told me that, I was pissed. So pissed! Hello, its me. I am open but i do give people respect. Michelle could go around saying bad things about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;oothers&lt;/span&gt; but when others was saying the opposite, she can just literally change and say good things. Which is so two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;! I just don't understand this people. Guess what? I think she is kinda jealous of me being close with Mimi. Her Japanese friend. I mean, i am totally fine with that someone if she is nice to me too. But i think, 100% jealousy! I don't get Michelle, i mean, i don't steal others friend. I am just being nice to them. Is it wrong? She is kinda jealous of me being closer to Ji Hye then her too lol! Which i totally don't get it. I am 16 and young. Ji Hye is 26 and Michelle is 24. Close age! Both have boyfriend. Both have freedom. Shouldnt they be like having allot of things which is same???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am puzzled! Life is so complicated. Currently, now, accepting songs from Amirah. Remember, begger! Songs begger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Something new, will start on 13 Feb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-2503912938900787612?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2503912938900787612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mortified-life-andlove-9-feb-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2503912938900787612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/2503912938900787612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mortified-life-andlove-9-feb-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove (9 Feb &apos;09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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-3853078435394084376.post-8958123284030073493</id><published>2009-02-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:40:32.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified-Life-andLove ( 8 feb '09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG! There is this guy in STOMP, who post and send his video to STOMP telling everyone that he is webcaming and even singing to JESSICA ALBA!!! But then, i found out the truth! Sneaky am I! Haha! He actually combined his video singing a song GIRL ON TV and the video of Jessica Alba challenging abt who can stare without blinking the longers! Her video was posted in youtube and also IBY (ibeatyou web) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a dir="ltr" title="http://www.ibeatyou.com/user/jay_eh" href="http://www.ibeatyou.com/use" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.ibeatyou.com/use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!! She was wearing the same cloth but for different occasion. Its not to hear that guy sing but to actually to challenge some people in the staring competition! That guy guy is a pure LIAR! He should have not lie. A total Shame man! I mean there is sure not alot of people who will be able to speak to a HOLLYWOOD star or even to webcam with them! I find out thi guy youtube account too! it is h0tFudg3 !!! He can totally sing but he can't lie to me! I will find out the truth no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! A few thing about me! I am so Hollywood Star fann! I love them! But I don't and won't never go around telling everyone that I am tis actor/actress friend or I know them or I have their email and all. Its atotal lie! Even thought I kinda really know their myspace account, youtube account and all! But I will never be like this guy above talking about something like webcaming with JESSICA ALBA which is so NOT TRUE!!! I found out the truth man! DON"T ever LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story about this guy! So pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something embarrassing happen to me today! I was going down the stairs where i suddenly fell, and it really hurts. I almost cry. I swear to GOD that it really hurt! Right now, it still hurt! It didnot bleed but I kind of twist my ankle. So the pain is unbearable! Gosh it hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will be the result for those appealing for other courses and other polytechnics. I wish them all the best. BTW, I got in NYP (Nanyang Polytechnic) for the Multimedia and Infocomm Technology course. FYI, I saw in STOMP about a man smoking in NYP school premises when it has actually been banned from smoking at lots of places in Sinagpore. So its kinda bad to find out some story abt the school before even get into the school in either beginning or middle of april! I am kinda scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow, I will be like asking and begging Amirah for more songs by Demi, Selina, Miley, Beyonce and Leona Lewis. She have this web or software where she can download songs and I don't have it thats why I have to go around begging people for it.... Such a begger am i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop now! But it feels greattt find out the truth abt this STOMP guy who said that he was webcaming with JESSICA ALBA!!! So not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Something new will start tomorrow! For own good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3853078435394084376-8958123284030073493?l=mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8958123284030073493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mortified-life-andlove-8-feb-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8958123284030073493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3853078435394084376/posts/default/8958123284030073493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mortified-life-andlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mortified-life-andlove-8-feb-09.html' title='Mortified-Life-andLove ( 8 feb &apos;09)'/><author><name>Zawanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03994442783249921970</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>
