<?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-6290268820115842702</id><updated>2011-12-14T08:22:57.671-08:00</updated><category term='Keep the popcorns coming :D'/><category term='It sucks to know that there&apos;s people out there who have it worse than you do in life.'/><category term='Laugh if you must.'/><category term='Chill - haven&apos;t done that in a while.'/><category term='As if its so perfect already now..... (rolls eyes)'/><category term='Stevie G is not old'/><category term='Sheera.'/><category term='All the best for MYE guys.'/><category term='Failure vs Success.'/><category term='Impatience.'/><category term='I hope her name&apos;s not Lilly-Ella or Lexie. :|'/><title type='text'>Layers Of Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>Let's make this simple - the stories are here for my own use in voicing out. it's up to you to believe them or not.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-566139290618167474</id><published>2009-10-05T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:58:23.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY GOODBYE TO HOLLYWOOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey people. Ain't using Blogger anymore!&lt;br /&gt;But fret not - change ur links to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nikettes"&gt;http://twitter.com/nikettes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason? I'm reaaaallly lazy to update so looongg-winded stuff and twitter is much more convenient - now that i got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm breaking up with Mr. B and now I'm moving on with Mr. Tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't forget to follow me on Twitter if you have an account too. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-566139290618167474?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/566139290618167474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=566139290618167474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/566139290618167474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/566139290618167474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-goodbye-to-hollywood.html' title='SAY GOODBYE TO HOLLYWOOD!!!!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4940220882997002940</id><published>2009-10-03T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:02:59.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>will be right back after end-of-year (wish me luccckk) or so.&lt;br /&gt;no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im beginning to smell my sesame oil maggie. (:&lt;br /&gt;till next time, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4940220882997002940?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4940220882997002940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4940220882997002940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4940220882997002940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4940220882997002940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4588482389476887178</id><published>2009-09-14T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:03:58.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee234/myneuronik/?action=view&amp;current=1309092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee234/myneuronik/1309092.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I finished my homework. Yes, all of it. I mean it. I found out the trick behind being able to complete it - do not complain. Because complaining spoils your mood. And so I planned to do at least one subject's homework a day and it worked! Ah, being a sucha smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to library yesterday to join some of the guys and my gagafriends (I just made that up?) for homework and so-called "peer tutoring" session. I brought Mr. Lappy along to entertain myself and not disturb them. In the end, I distracted Nick, Sheera and Eqa by doing ridiculous Facebook quizzes. Can you believe it? There was a question that actually asked - "How do you masterbate?" &lt;br /&gt;Like how am I supposed to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First day of school" was bleak. Mainly because Sheera didn't come due to some sick reasons. And then Ms Mel didn't come so we entertained ourselves by talking and finishing up our work. Assembly was BORING, talking about our grades and stuff. The teachers are so worried for us. Well, don't, teachers. Please. It's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my blogskin soon. As soon as I got a new display picture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seee yaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4588482389476887178?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4588482389476887178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4588482389476887178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4588482389476887178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4588482389476887178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/09/photobucket.html' title='Geek.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4171026309520542388</id><published>2009-09-07T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:22:37.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS!</title><content type='html'>Ha! Okay, finally last friday, I got the hang of using Photoshop. I know Dee Desrosiers is probably laughing at me right now about how stupid I am. I'm her stupido since 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my results back. Yes, the official results on the rubbish book, aka report book. And my results are so not satisfying. Improved here and there but most of it is... constant. :| Nothing new I guess. Seeing that my math is haven't been improving / deproving isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally HATE CAs. They're like fake marks because your teachers get the marks from somewhere in your shitty works and then add it up with your Common Tests AND THEN get the average. Pfft. Which is why my English is a B4 - I always get a B3 or A2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate summaries. The reason why I got a B3 and almost an A2 for my previous term is because of my writing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math? Don't ask. Still the E8. See? Even a D7 seems impossible. Okay, Ms Mel's gonna kill me for saying that. But I passed all my class tests this time! Urrgghh. "Fake marks" - *rolls eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so far improved on my Humanities and Literature. Both got Bs. :) Trust me, my humanities was ALWAYS a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science is a constant C. Because of my Chemistry. I failed it. Good thing its combined though cause I'm better in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Art is also constant, B3. Pfft. Painting, colouring, drawing... easy for you? Think again, people. Only Rifqi is allowed to think Art is the easiest subject on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the results is always the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;And holidays means - HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;I only left one of my Literature homework, Chemistry and Math to do. Yes, still a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You've guessed it, blogger's still being its crappy self. Twitter is so on my TO DO (IMMEDIATELY) list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4171026309520542388?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4171026309520542388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4171026309520542388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4171026309520542388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4171026309520542388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/09/results.html' title='RESULTS!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5742537692199312327</id><published>2009-08-22T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:07:50.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shittier.</title><content type='html'>Not only blogger is still in its shitty state - my playlist is being shitty too. Ugh. Technology is so tedious and annoying. Gone are the days when our grandmas used to entertain themselves playing with DIY kites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are finally over - but the hell isn't over yet. Still have EOY which is double the hell-feeling. If I fail my malay for EOY, I wouldn't be surprised. I already complained to my mum that I wish it wasn't too late to drop Malay and take Chinese instead. Like how I've always said, "If you go look for a job, they don't ask you if you know Malay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Physics common test paper back! Relieved that I passed but disappointed cause I should've done better. I got 17.5/30. Lols. &lt;br /&gt;And during Physics lesson, I got Mdm Siti mad at me again. Like why always me? She thought I was talking when I wasn't. And everyone laughed because actually I was talking to myself. During Girl Guides, Syazana said why always scold me for the wrong things. Then Mdm Siti said, "I see her talking all the time! Not paying attention!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, "I didn't talk to anyone."&lt;br /&gt;She's like, "Yes you did, I saw you talk to Sheera."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No... I was talking to myself. I said, 'No wonder I got it wrong!' while you were going through."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "What's wrong with you? So next time don't talk to yourself also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, woohoo. Fasting month = not getting fat easily.&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 7.10PM - 6 MORE MINUTES TO BREAK-FAST! :D&lt;br /&gt;mmmm. Chickie Rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5742537692199312327?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5742537692199312327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5742537692199312327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5742537692199312327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5742537692199312327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/08/shittier.html' title='Shittier.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-2402942265268620398</id><published>2009-08-19T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:12:30.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure vs Success.'/><title type='text'>Tests, tests, tests.</title><content type='html'>Well, blogger has decided to go back to its suckish ways again. No matter.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating for a while - why? - because its common test week and other things in school are making me so dang tired. I'm not complaining or anything but really, from the bottom of my heart, I'm sick of trying to be perfect in front of a teacher. Not going to reveal her/his name cause, well, you know the consequences. And she/he himself/herself says she/he isn't perfect but she/he's making us to be someone that is.&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) Not that I hate you, teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first test was English and I didn't know what to study for it except brush up on some vocabulary words. The test was a Summary question and 3 inferential questions, which both sections I hate most in comprehensions. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was Physics/Chemistry test. Just now Mdm Siti (for physics announced that she remembered 1 girl and 2 boys failed in my class. I have a feeling its me. Like how can it not be me? I totally suck in calculations. &lt;br /&gt;No word about Chemistry though but the Combined Science paper was pretty challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Geography and Literature for me. Geography wasn't that bad. Thank God I managed to remember most of the points but I think I answered it the other way round... (sigh) Can they like, put the questions in order and use proper questioning phrases? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Literature was... well, weird. Seriously. The passage itself was weird (plus, it was a Prose which I hate. I prefer poems), showing a letter about a guy protesting to a shrink about how he is upset that she might have been courted by him before - that's what I think after reading the prose. Yup, extremely typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, had Social Studies and I'm completely speechless about the SBQs. Damn difficult but I managed to do my essay well and (hopefully) will get good grades. And then Malay test in the afternoon. I almost didnt finish it because I wanted to elaborate a lot on my points. But then at the last 5 minutes, just decided to write like, 2 paragraphs about my ideas and then ENDED IT, due to the limited time. At least I got to finish papers.&lt;br /&gt;Sheera didn't finish almost 2 tests. :( I hope you'll get more marks for the other parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's test is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;Graphs, circles (ewww) and trigo.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, everything will be graphically calculated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2402942265268620398?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2402942265268620398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2402942265268620398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2402942265268620398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2402942265268620398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/08/tests-tests-tests.html' title='Tests, tests, tests.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-723957785664976394</id><published>2009-08-15T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:38:19.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art is the new Math.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, Sheera's gonna hate my post title. But what the heck? The &lt;strong&gt;Da Vinci Exhibition&lt;/strong&gt; we went just now sooo proved the point. Da Vinci was a &lt;em&gt;living genius&lt;/em&gt; - not to mention weirdo (he writes backwords lefthanded!). He invented stuff that we now have modified to not look awful. You know how in the olden, ancient days they built that retarded wooden catapult and stuff, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what fascinated me most was of course the &lt;strong&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/strong&gt; - like, I can't imagine myself actually spending half of my life painting a lady that don't look as good as &lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/strong&gt; or something. And, Da Vinci actually built this &lt;strong&gt;horse&lt;/strong&gt; sculpture as big as 3 mansions put together on top of each other. It took him&lt;em&gt; 16 years&lt;/em&gt; and then got destroyed by a war. I told Sheera, "If I spent 16 years of my life building &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, I would kill every living human." Or even kill myself for wasting 16 years of my life building a &lt;em&gt;horse&lt;/em&gt;. Why couldn't he make nicer sculpture, like, a hot lady or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this "3D photo", you have to cross your eyes on this glass thingy to see what the painting actually is. And I couldn't see it - the fact that I &lt;em&gt;can't cross my eyes&lt;/em&gt;. Damn it. And Da Vinci was a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; graphical Bio person. He drew babies in a tummy and other fascinating body parts. Smart AND gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think blogger isn't being shitty anymore. There's the top icons again. Sorry I have to blab about the exhibition because &lt;strong&gt;photography wasn't allowed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, watching like, 7 football games on TV. &lt;em&gt;Everton lost&lt;/em&gt;. :'(&lt;br /&gt;The other games were boring. Obviously because my, uhh... &lt;em&gt;old husband,&lt;/em&gt; isn't there. Pfft. A big whatever, to you Sheera. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm buying &lt;strong&gt;House Of Night: Hunted&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. Sheera already finished reading it and I'm guessing, Diyanah too. I was saving money to buy it cause its hard cover and well, duh, hard cover is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to go write a short story first before I sleep. Toodly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-723957785664976394?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/723957785664976394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=723957785664976394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/723957785664976394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/723957785664976394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/08/art-is-new-math.html' title='Art is the new Math.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-7254795324806623767</id><published>2009-08-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:09:27.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, totally distracting myself from my stepdad's &lt;em&gt;beef-ing&lt;/em&gt; with my stepuncle, I'm gonna blog a little. Hehe. Long weekend was okay I guess. I had fun from Saturday till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Had so much fun with Sheera, Joshya and Shah! :D&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Shah got this voucher thingy for Settler's Cafe (Which I soon found out it was actually a cafe where you can play a zillion types of games in!) and he invited me first. Then he said I should bring Sheera along and then soon Joshya decided to join in.&lt;br /&gt;First we played this game called &lt;em&gt;Saboteur&lt;/em&gt; (okay however it is spelled) and I'm not gonna waste time explaining how the game is played. But it was an awesome "card game". And I won it in the first round! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we played Sheera's favourite - &lt;em&gt;Monopoly&lt;/em&gt;! And well, she &lt;em&gt;sucked&lt;/em&gt; at it! Joshya and Shah couldn't stop saying whatever they needed to pay for the girls were "very affordable" and they fought over &lt;em&gt;MRT Stations&lt;/em&gt; (lame). Can't believe I actually survived that game in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I went to Tanjong Katong Complex - no, not to find cool clothes whatsoever - to look for something to wear during Hari Raya. Like, hello, I need something new to wear every year. (Didn't know I grow fatter every year)&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm wearing &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;olive green&lt;/span&gt;! I know most of you will be like Sheera saying, &lt;em&gt;"Ew? Baby's shit colour?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's actually nice put together with the cream-coloured designs. And I'm so buying pants to wear with it. I look like a nerd with long skirts. Yes, I'm sucha tomboy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;At around 5plus PM got home to watch NDP '09. Okay, despite the suckish fireworks, the performance and stuff were pretty entertaining. My favourite is still,&lt;em&gt; "Babarella Posh Beckham!~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went shopping at Marina Square + Suntec City! Well, the shopping was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; intentional. My mom and I went into the mall and saw this SALE sign and... well, &lt;em&gt;we couldn't resist&lt;/em&gt;. Bought a skirt from &lt;strong&gt;Warehouse&lt;/strong&gt;. My stepdad got himself an awesome &lt;strong&gt;Addidas shoe&lt;/strong&gt;. :O&lt;br /&gt;But the I also got myself a bargain to buy an &lt;strong&gt;Addidas top&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate &lt;em&gt;Chai Chee&lt;/em&gt; (is that how you spell it?) and the Steamed Fish in Oyster Sauce was our major fave. Yummeyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend over and now, back to regular school life. (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't know if I'm going to continue blogging any longer. Maybe till the end of this year? Cos Sheera and I decided that we should share a blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll post our writings too. A blog-book perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting Twitter soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Love  ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7254795324806623767?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7254795324806623767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7254795324806623767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7254795324806623767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7254795324806623767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4966636609363251239</id><published>2009-08-04T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:43:27.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY GETTING PRETZELS FOR SHEERA! (HER BIRTHDAY PRESENT THAT I HAVE NEVER GOTTEN FOR HER SINCE FEB)&lt;br /&gt;And even though I don't really know what's gonna happen on Saturday (besides the pretzel thing) but I feel a little psyched. We're going to this settler's cafe thingy. To play games. Joshya's treat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp; Kissies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4966636609363251239?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4966636609363251239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4966636609363251239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4966636609363251239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4966636609363251239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-getting-pretzels-for-sheera-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1609267431345606958</id><published>2009-07-29T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:47:26.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>Who would've thought your own teacher would lie to you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, not lie to you badly but its still a lie. It's so demotivating.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, 2 more minutes! Last lap!"&lt;br /&gt;And there I go running like a maniac when...&lt;br /&gt;"One more lap to go!"&lt;br /&gt;!@#$. You made me lose hope, Mr Lim. That's why I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would've thought, someone I'm carefully trying not too fall apart too far from would be lied to by someone I pulled close to me recently? Not that it was any of my business but it was definately surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND who would've thought that Malay tests actually gives you a hit of bad migrane?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my head is spinning right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised if the world ends tomorrow. These are definately signs. (nods)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1609267431345606958?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1609267431345606958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1609267431345606958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1609267431345606958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1609267431345606958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/07/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-6813496488592887486</id><published>2009-07-28T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:18:45.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOAL!</title><content type='html'>26 July was so FREAKING AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm so flummoxed to say more things about it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish Blogger would be okay soon so I could share pictures. &lt;br /&gt;I just love it, love love love love the Liverpool match that I watched. And of course, got to see them yummy yummy yummy hot hot hot European men. :D (whoops, not being a slut or anything.  I respect the fact that most of them aren't single)&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to school on Monday, I hoped that I wasn't featured on the newspaper or anything. Then Nicholas told me he also went to watch and he sat more to the back rows. I was like, "You didn't see me? I was right on top of the area where the players go in and out!"&lt;br /&gt;And he was like, so jealous he didn't get sucha close-up look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school had been pretty funny today. Especially when Sheera did the ugly personification of Mr Haikel (no offence!) and my bimbo-ness started kicking in during Math. And not to forget - Azly got a "bumper" on one of his eyes. I don't know what you call it in English but "bumper" is what I call it. Go see him for yourself and you'll know what I mean. ;) I think he has been seeing too much naked Megan Fox pictures, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm still reading the fourth book of the House of Night series: Untamed. God, Sheera is reading as slowly as she can because she is waiting for me to finish up with her (Yeah, I don't like borrowing so I buy books for myself. It makes good room deco!) and she's like, 3 more pages till the end. Also, currently hooked to the new Paramore songs. I think you guys should know one of them playing on air now called Ignorence. Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be a teacher's pet. Or be liked by my teachers. I just want them to appreciate my work. I think Mdm Selvi has marked me as one of her favourites. Which sucks, really. She kept saying my essay should be shared, kept using my writings as examples in class and then always waits for my work. Wow. I didn't know I could win a temporary teacher's heart in like, 2 weeks. Mdm Selvi, I really am one heck of a suckish student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, so not looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Mr Lim will make me run again for P.E. I'd rather count rice grains than run 6 rounds or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-6813496488592887486?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6813496488592887486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6813496488592887486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6813496488592887486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6813496488592887486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/07/goal.html' title='GOAL!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5218265599068395490</id><published>2009-07-25T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:30:00.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I just watched Harry Potter the other day and it was awesome - as usual. I mean, Harry Potter can never be not awesome right? It's just butt-cramping in the cinemas for almost 3 hours and you have to understand every British-accented word they're saying. Overall, still brilliant and a must-watch. Thought wanted to watch it with Dee-D like old times, but... she seems... um, busy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh boyyy, i can't wait for tomorrow! Liverpool match, bebeh! I know people are saying things like, "don't you feel wasted watching it at the stadium than at the TV?" Like, Earth to you people, there's this phrase called - LIVE YOUR LIFE TO THE FULL - and that's exactly what I'm doing. You don't know when you're gonna die, so might as well catch something almost "once-in-a-lifetime" thing now or never. Yes, Bon Jovi's song It's My Life inspires me a lot. I'm just a sad and crazy girl, I know. So people, if you could do me a favour, watch the match on TV if you're not watching it at the stadium and try to see if you can spot me and tell me how ugly I look in public viewing. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Chosen, book 3 of the House of Night series. And now I'm into Book 4, Untamed. And Fifi just told me she wants to start reading the series too. Then Sheera's little sister wants to borrow my book, The Host, the one I finished reading about a month ago, written by Stephanie Meyer. See? I think I can open a personal library or something. Poeple seem to be interested in what I'm reading. And then it'll spread around school sooner or later. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I spent about an hour or so sewing this thingie for National Day. It's my CCA thing - we're going to patch it all up together and it'll become something like a collage in the end and we'll display in school for National Day. I know, the thought of me sewing, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for now. I feel hungry and I smell steamed fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: (sigh) Stevie G? :'( Btw, happy that the court case is settled, FINALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5218265599068395490?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5218265599068395490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5218265599068395490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5218265599068395490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5218265599068395490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-just-watched-harry-potter-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5487121733042957950</id><published>2009-07-18T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:08:16.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this is God's punishment for me for all of my awful sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven Gerrard's not coming to Singapore for the match.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have been a &lt;em&gt;wreck&lt;/em&gt; the whole day when I found out yesterday. It's&lt;em&gt; heartbreaking&lt;/em&gt; when &lt;em&gt;you can't see your own role model&lt;/em&gt;. I'm totally... &lt;em&gt;astonished&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As I told Zul, I'm trying to see the brighter side of things. &lt;em&gt;Optimisticly&lt;/em&gt; - at least I won't be too jealous at him who would have gotten to meet Stevie. (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it isn't God's punishment, it's Thailand's curse because they have a match there before coming to Singapore. Argh,&lt;strong&gt; F.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thoughts aside - Tuesday will be Racial Harmony Day. (weak round of applause)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this year, they'll be like, asking us to wear our traditional costumes. Me in baju kurung and 2-inch heels is such a horrendous sight. I wanted to wear my pantsuit but it's either that it shrunk overtime or I'm just growing at a giant rate. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind wearing it as much as I have to bring my bloody heavy school bag to school. &lt;strong&gt;Baju kurung + stone-weight backback = bad combo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see how it goes on Monday. Might as well just wear my crappy school uniform. I feel like a third grader again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just a short one again today. Off to do my english compo on Malay culture (I have a feeling its due to this racial harmony thing and they're asking us to write this so it can be displayed on the boards that day. Ha!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5487121733042957950?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5487121733042957950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5487121733042957950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5487121733042957950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5487121733042957950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinful-child.html' title='Sinful child.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1885254828937382023</id><published>2009-07-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:54:24.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheera.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stevie G is not old'/><title type='text'>Countdown.</title><content type='html'>10 more days! 10 more days till I get my ass into National Stadium for you know what, I know what, we all know what. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few more weeks till fasting month. (gasp) Man, I'm so going to be exhausted during my CCAs. I hope I don't have my period during the fasting month, at least don't last so long so I won't have to pay back so much of the days to fast. :( I still owe 16 days man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, for some weird reason, I am looking forward to watching the malay drama happening this Monday after school. (Bummer, we have to go watch in our school uniform) It sounds cool - its about the modern teenagers' lifestyle. And the actors are professional. That means I hope I understand at least half of the things they're saying and try not to irritate Sheera asking her things like, "What does that mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have nothing to blog about. These past few days/weeks have a breeze. The temperature taking exercises are starting to irritate me and I have to walk all the way to the front gate to get into school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just end it here while I finish up my literature assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1885254828937382023?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1885254828937382023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1885254828937382023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1885254828937382023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1885254828937382023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown.html' title='Countdown.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5876589473642830293</id><published>2009-07-05T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:19:19.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know most of the things about bras.</title><content type='html'>I've got only one thing to say to you blogger ; &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What's up with the 'unable to unload pictures' thing man? It's not that I upload photos of myself naked or something (even though I don't even take pictures of myself naked at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore that. Confession time - I bought 2 skirts for &lt;em&gt;5 dollars &lt;/em&gt;each. I mean, seriously - &lt;em&gt;cheap&lt;/em&gt; or what? :D&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why thrift stores are to be loved. Besides my huge fetish for buying branded underwears that are on sale, I love to buy either second hand stuff or stuff that have been rejected but still in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a cheapo all you want but cheap + good quality = a girl's best friend in shopping. I mean, you would buy a Prada shoe for $50 right?&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my dad disturbed my dream about me kicking a ball at Christiano Ronaldo 's ass and told me that I should follow everyone to the Red Cross store. Thank god I am a morning person. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I HATE ORIGAMI.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I'm left handed or something. My right hand just won't function to move and fold the piece of squarish paper to make a crane. In the end, my stepmum helped me while I did only half the steps and told her to continue on. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Day, did &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; in school. What the F? I thought Youth Day there should be something done for us in high school. Yet, all we got was a new Youth Day t-shirt, a bookmark, our yearbooks (well, that's good) and a donation envelope. -.-' Not to forget folding them stupid paper cranes. I mean, I appreciate the fact that its for charity (more like, giving people rice. God, we should just give them some of &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; rice instead which is worth more than &lt;em&gt;one paper crane&lt;/em&gt;) but why can't we fold paper boats instead? Boats could mean like... I don't know... bravery or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Zukhairah (or should I say Madam? Hehe) says she had like an inter-class thing during her high school days. Damn, I was so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, almost done with my shoe-picture art! :) Well, I should've just left it black and white. My colouring sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was funny - Sheera was, at least. Everytime she saw her face in the yearbook she'll go like, &lt;em&gt;"Oh my god, that's me? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be like, "Hahahah... okay &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the lingerie department to look at underwears again. (LOL, see? I'm very honest after all) And Sheera showed me the kind of bras she wished her mom would buy for her (yes, the expensive ones are beautiful but wanna show who? xD).&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, we also talked about in school who wore proper bras or &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry boys if you're reading this but this is for your own good - its best if your &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend knows everything about bras&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sheera asked how I would react in a situation whereby a girl would ask me, &lt;em&gt;"Is my bra that obvious? It's obvious isn't it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, I would answer, "Duh, like everyone's talking about it."&lt;br /&gt;And then she laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5876589473642830293?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5876589473642830293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5876589473642830293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5876589473642830293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5876589473642830293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-only-one-thing-to-say-to-you.html' title='I know most of the things about bras.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-83006966286820936</id><published>2009-07-02T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:33:08.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY KNEE IS ITCHY AND...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I admit that I can be sucha "backstabber". But it doesn't mean I hate that person - honestly, whatever I talk about to other people about someone else behind their backs, its true and something that subjected person itself would agree with me. So, I was just making it clear in case you have this mindset that I backstab certain people and I was being a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was good. All the teachers seemed to be in a good mood. We received our year book - The second I flipped the &lt;em&gt;second page&lt;/em&gt; and there was ME on it. What the hell. Then I was at another page too. And another.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we received our youth day tees for tomorrow too! (: Can I just say, &lt;em&gt;thank God&lt;/em&gt; this year's tee looks so much better than the previous ones. And its red too - my favourite colour for today (considering that my favourite colour changes almost everyday).&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khai came to English class today and the first thing he asked me was about football? Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr K: &lt;em&gt;You? Liverpool fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Yeah, why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr K: &lt;em&gt;Ah, sucks lah. ManU rocks, man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;What makes you think so? Cos I have backup.&lt;/em&gt; (turns to Hafiz &amp;amp; gang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I dislike him very much. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just refer this incident with netball too? Like, so what the netball team hasn't won so much but its the spirit that counts. You don't support a team that doesn't need so much support and goes around boasting about winning. It's about the effort &amp;amp; commitment. If you want them to win, why look down on them first?&lt;br /&gt;If its so easy to win in life, then the word lose will never exits in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, I think that was my ego talking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I don't know what happened to blogger. Or is it my comp? I can't upload any pictures, damn it. Sorry guys - looks like you have to deal with mostly &lt;em&gt;reading &lt;/em&gt;my posts than admiring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, went to the wax museum (ugh, again, pictures? -.-') with stepdad and moma. The funny thing was, I wanted to take a picture when this Indian lady came up to me and started looking&lt;em&gt; closely&lt;/em&gt; at me, every part of my body (pevertic I know). Then I snapped away from the camera and was like, &lt;em&gt;"I'm not a statue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then the indian lady was like paiseh. Wahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, went to watch a movie (with stepdad and moma again) - Drag Me To Hell. It was the most scariest movie I've ever watched. I mean, it wasn't scary like I almost cried or something. Just the effects and the sounds and the sudden images... *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goosebumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Horror movie fans, I recommend you to go watch this. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and who hasn't watched Transformers 2 is sucha wasted human being. (LOL) I used to hate robotic movies (like Terminator and suchs) but Transformers made me &lt;em&gt;fall in love&lt;/em&gt; with robots. (Optimus Prime &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;And another reason to watch it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MEGAN FOX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-83006966286820936?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/83006966286820936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=83006966286820936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/83006966286820936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/83006966286820936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-knee-is-itchy-and.html' title='MY KNEE IS ITCHY AND...'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5746375987545913377</id><published>2009-06-29T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:00:38.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch.</title><content type='html'>Blogger is being a bitch, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; and I'm simply tired today, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep,&lt;em&gt; again&lt;/em&gt;. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update another time, guys.&lt;br /&gt;Toodly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5746375987545913377?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5746375987545913377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5746375987545913377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5746375987545913377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5746375987545913377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitch.html' title='Bitch.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1177534251275380103</id><published>2009-06-19T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:57:55.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk it out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh, mum says I won't be having my haircut so soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;I shall bear with it for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday went to Courts and bought the football tickets. &lt;em&gt;Yaaaaaaay.&lt;/em&gt; But then when I went home, Zul told me he bought the grand stands and wanted to sell me 2 of them for $90 only. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;So he made me jealous by saying he'll get to meet all the stars (are you sure?) and gonna take pictures with Stevie. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Metro and bought underwear! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like, seriously. I love buying underwear especially when its the sale season. Then my mum folded out these pair of men boxers and it was big then she blurted out in front of a guy,&lt;em&gt; "I thought it was a skirt!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man was like, walking away from us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;On my way to my grandma's house, saw Syarif. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend will be occupied by Netball Carnival (Sat) which I think I will super suck in. I defend like shit, in my opinion. I don't want to make a mistake, like totally my stupid mistake, and cause us to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Then a &lt;em&gt;"How to Become a Millionaire"&lt;/em&gt; seminar (Sun). I didn't wanna go but since I heard Dee-D's going I guess its a good excuse for me to meet her after sucha long time. And plus, my mum said if the seminar is boring, we'll be oppositions there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 July too. Aaaaaaaaah. I'm cheering for Stevie. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1177534251275380103?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1177534251275380103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1177534251275380103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1177534251275380103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1177534251275380103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-mum-says-i-wont-be-having-my.html' title='Talk it out.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4276286706400732155</id><published>2009-06-17T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:12:34.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please god, tell me the $88 tickets for the match ain't sold out yet. I'm buying them tonight! PROMISE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of promises,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't promise you guys that we'll have the best time of our lives but I'll try my best to make sure I make the best out of what we can think of doing on the day. My objective is to just make everyone happy as we get together to chill and put our problems elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;You can hate me if I break this promise. I won't blame you. Because I think I definately will, with things that are going on around us right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4276286706400732155?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4276286706400732155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4276286706400732155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4276286706400732155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4276286706400732155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-god.html' title='Please, God.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-2563845308490691624</id><published>2009-06-15T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:41:38.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My (current) wish list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sooooooooooo bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Only God knows how bored I am right now. I just woke up like, 2 hours ago and you've guessed it - I haven't taken my morning shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are asking me about my homework. Well, it's all &lt;em&gt;touched&lt;/em&gt; for sure but I've done halfway of everything. And I feel awkward wanting to start on my Malay homework. Like, one look at the paper and you're like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that I've been wanting a lot of things. Yeah, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I want a haircut - which I'll probably be getting before school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Everton football jersey - like, my stepdad just showed me their new ones and they look freakin'&lt;em&gt; awesome&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) $88 - I think I've already achieved that but my hands are kinda itchy and just wanna spend it all. &lt;em&gt;Save it for next month, Nik! You're gonna spend it on your first ever football match.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Movies - I've been craving to watch a lot of movies this month but I think they're out of show times already. Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; New Moon definately gonna watch it in cinemas, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;That&lt;/strong&gt; particular day - you know, I know, we all know? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's more I think, only I can't think of further wants right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's netball training was good. Nat taught us new ball drills to do that were super difficult(for me) but still useful, you know. Then there came a time where it all turned pretty bleak... I mean, we lost one of our netballers (she decided to quit) in the worst way we could ever imagine. Sighs. I think everyone knows about this lah so... I have nothing to say actually. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2563845308490691624?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2563845308490691624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2563845308490691624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2563845308490691624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2563845308490691624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-current-wish-list.html' title='My (current) wish list.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-8217780705904696332</id><published>2009-06-15T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:25:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took, almost half of the day to edit the whole of this blog. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Special thanks to Sheera Bouvier. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna take a shower~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8217780705904696332?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8217780705904696332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8217780705904696332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8217780705904696332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8217780705904696332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-2429375050167019912</id><published>2009-06-14T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:07:58.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3E outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so bleah. I feel so... &lt;em&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/em&gt; - junky, sleepy, sick.&lt;br /&gt;So I ain't gonna blab much.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 3E Outing piccas as I promised.&lt;br /&gt;Had a really awesome time with my suckers (haha, I love you people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUO6v9TFBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RcOwwVMVpx4/s1600-h/P100609_13.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347196535041102866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUO6v9TFBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RcOwwVMVpx4/s200/P100609_13.34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calvin: 'Tis the time to take my revenge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and that's my sucker Matin, not some apek from across the street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUNnSuX9RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iuRoClozhkY/s1600-h/P100609_12.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347195101264737554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUNnSuX9RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iuRoClozhkY/s200/P100609_12.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUOFKiXnRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hWnswHX_C_E/s1600-h/P100609_12.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347195614462975250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUOFKiXnRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hWnswHX_C_E/s200/P100609_12.12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUOX2zUsJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/hQe4ktpJJy4/s1600-h/P100609_13.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347195935582892178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUOX2zUsJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/hQe4ktpJJy4/s200/P100609_13.07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us examine 3 exclusive poses of Sheera for the day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pose 1: Failed attempt for a jump shot. But what the heck, she looks a little like a pose for 007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose 2: She looks like Miley Cyrus trying to win back Nick Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose 3: Her face was soooo funny that Nabilah at the back there couldn't stand it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUMIPVZYRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/YFrPQRFpXU8/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347193468267094290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUMIPVZYRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/YFrPQRFpXU8/s200/DSC05260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUMWGRSyjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jdiCa1ZqdcQ/s1600-h/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347193706352134706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUMWGRSyjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jdiCa1ZqdcQ/s200/DSC05257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUMpDWEyXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nXZmnRJFKzA/s1600-h/P100609_12.12_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347194031984396658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUMpDWEyXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nXZmnRJFKzA/s200/P100609_12.12_%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUNWeljV3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtgnUEVqu1E/s1600-h/DSC05264.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347194812391184242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUNWeljV3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtgnUEVqu1E/s200/DSC05264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's still my lovely bitch no matter how stupid she can be. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKghVED5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/cMRsaEUAFT0/s1600-h/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347191686391140242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKghVED5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/cMRsaEUAFT0/s200/DSC05240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKtTAcD8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/qTIwAMIcj9M/s1600-h/DSC05253.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347191905884835778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKtTAcD8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/qTIwAMIcj9M/s200/DSC05253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjULqUykiLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pGTa3M4aWkA/s1600-h/DSC05256.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347192954335561906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjULqUykiLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pGTa3M4aWkA/s200/DSC05256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 exclusive candid shots for the day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture 1: Sheera says, "Omg, the next Victoria Becks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: And I was messaging Shah who was stuck in school for camp. Boohoo for you, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3: Breathe in... breathe out... breathe in... breathe out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKTHrpWUI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5ThKxSiK7d8/s1600-h/DSC05266.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347191456168237378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKTHrpWUI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5ThKxSiK7d8/s200/DSC05266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKJDYkkkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MKlmJpIoQl8/s1600-h/DSC05238.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347191283215798850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUKJDYkkkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MKlmJpIoQl8/s200/DSC05238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, its &lt;em&gt;these people&lt;/em&gt; who kept me smiling throughout the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: I'd like to thank Ms Mel, Mrs Loy, Mr (Um, sorry I forgot the E1 teacher's name) for the food, taking care of us and organizing this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2429375050167019912?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2429375050167019912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2429375050167019912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2429375050167019912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2429375050167019912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/3e-outing.html' title='3E outing'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SjUO6v9TFBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RcOwwVMVpx4/s72-c/P100609_13.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-4602156542182564340</id><published>2009-06-11T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:56:43.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man, I'm &lt;em&gt;beat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just went back from Pulau Ubin just now. We like, cycled half of the island. And I actually went into the forested area just to get durians when you hear them fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna blog anything today - next week most probably.&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming pics from yesterday's class outing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get well soon grandpa S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be so stubborn and not eat your medicine or you'll end up in the hospital again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND I FINISHED READING 'THE HOST'!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4602156542182564340?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4602156542182564340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4602156542182564340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4602156542182564340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4602156542182564340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-im-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5314768736940956154</id><published>2009-06-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:37:34.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More blabs.</title><content type='html'>Get ready, people. I just feel like blabbing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about today? Well, it was tiring for sure. The fact that &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people had the nerve to abandon some of us netballers who had to wake up before 6am just for a Netball Carnival that &lt;strong&gt;doesn't even count scores&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I'm definately &lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt;. No reason to be too happy even though we won a game today.&lt;br /&gt;I got to play against an Australian school earlier. It was the best game I've ever played - they followed rules, no intentional accidents and they praised us a lot. I felt really lame because it was like, our last game or something and we are short of players so we had to play like, only 6 of us. And I had to run all over the court, playing 2 positions -&lt;strong&gt; life is mean&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just filling up my time now waiting for 10.55pm and switch on the tele. England Vs... what's the name of the country again? No offence, I can't remember how to spell it - Kazhakstan or something. &lt;em&gt;Steven Gerrard, I'm cheering!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... my speaker's not working. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to freak out. There's a voice in my head. Another person. Well, its my voice but its not me. It's &lt;strong&gt;meaner, bitchier&lt;/strong&gt;... guess its true what they say about consciences.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I accidentally jabbed my finger into my netball opponent's face. I'm not sure which part. I just had to apologize, I did like three times. And that voice inside my head went, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She deserved it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been reading too much of The Host, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I only have a few chapters left till the end of the book. Well, that was indeed a very fast read. It's only been about 3 weeks now since I've started reading it. &lt;em&gt;Catch up people&lt;/em&gt;(To those who claim they love Stephenie Meyer but haven't even finished the Twilight saga)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Mdm Marjubee could pass as a bimbo - I mean it in a good way. Young at heart, I guess? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5314768736940956154?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5314768736940956154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5314768736940956154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5314768736940956154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5314768736940956154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-blabs.html' title='More blabs.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-3828252335827950215</id><published>2009-06-04T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:41:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEAREST GRANDMA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's away for Umrah for the time being.  So there wouldn't be any parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if there's going to be one even if she's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shut up,&lt;strong&gt; ego&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-3828252335827950215?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3828252335827950215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=3828252335827950215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3828252335827950215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3828252335827950215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-dearest-grandma-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-3327903262884845200</id><published>2009-06-02T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:27:55.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As if its so perfect already now..... (rolls eyes)'/><title type='text'>False pretense.</title><content type='html'>I can't fake it anymore. This cheery me, when I'm obviously a pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;I can't just pretend nothing's wrong. Or nothing's &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling, that something &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; is just going to happen in this next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the past is happening again.&lt;br /&gt;No, not family issues.&lt;br /&gt;Just that plural 7-letter word that starts with an 'F'.&lt;br /&gt;And if it does..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's gonna get &lt;em&gt;uglier and worse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-3327903262884845200?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3327903262884845200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=3327903262884845200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3327903262884845200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3327903262884845200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/false-pretense.html' title='False pretense.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-7572757347064956746</id><published>2009-06-01T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:58:56.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chill - haven&apos;t done that in a while.'/><title type='text'>One word - crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SiSDlu2NZKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7rqO82kCfUY/s1600-h/BangHeadHere%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342539742222050466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SiSDlu2NZKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7rqO82kCfUY/s200/BangHeadHere%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Don't you just wish these sort of thing(above) existed to release stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate first few weeks of June holidays. Because we have school, work and then &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;school... and then multiple loads of work again. I think I won't be surprised if I die while I run 2.4km&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. Then I'll just ask a miracle doctor to re-live my body with another soul - okay, I've been reading too much of Stephenie Meyer's new book, &lt;em&gt;The Host&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people. I'm no longer stuck at home trying to finish the Twilight saga. You guys are slow. *mean laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my holiday homework yesterday - only English. Because English is the only subject I'm sane enough to do. Math is dreadful - there are like, what? Almost 80 problem sums. &lt;em&gt;Problem sums.&lt;/em&gt; Hell's just being tortured painfully - this is hurting you mentally - which is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 30th of May was who's birthday? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven Gerrard!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh come on, football fanatics should know who he is. I can already hear Dee-D muttering, &lt;em&gt;"Now she's in love with football men. *rolls eyes*"&lt;/em&gt; and Sheera's fever building up again. Can't help it - he's my role model when it comes to sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I just threw a huge rage at my brother. Don't wanna talk about it - or even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about it - anymore. Big sisters are always to blame, right? (sigh) &lt;strong&gt;"Patience is the key"&lt;/strong&gt; Right Shah? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I go, I would like to give a shoutout to Sheera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET WELL SOON, BITCH! I PROMISE TO GET YOU PRETZELS SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7572757347064956746?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7572757347064956746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7572757347064956746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7572757347064956746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7572757347064956746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-word-crap.html' title='One word - crap.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SiSDlu2NZKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7rqO82kCfUY/s72-c/BangHeadHere%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-2973748499584397561</id><published>2009-05-28T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:28:30.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spit it out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She told me what you said&lt;br /&gt;I'm saddening around&lt;br /&gt;hitting my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;what did I do to get this from you?&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to be a good friend&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;when all you do is punish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me overeactive&lt;br /&gt;but it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I'm doing this&lt;br /&gt;is all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish is something else.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I been there for you,&lt;br /&gt;through thick and thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cared for you&lt;br /&gt;when you didn't believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I told you that you were good&lt;br /&gt;but maybe I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;and you were wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grabbed from a user in Quizilla.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just thought someone would want to read this and really relate it to his/her situation. It's a sucha pity really, when misunderstandings occur among good friends. Because then you don't know which side to be in &amp;amp; who to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I'm in a stable state of my social life right now. This is just something I thought of posting after what I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then you're such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2973748499584397561?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2973748499584397561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2973748499584397561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2973748499584397561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2973748499584397561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/spit-it-out.html' title='Spit it out.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4710628098643938121</id><published>2009-05-26T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:57:46.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impatience.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just a short one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, according to Dee Desrosiers, I haven't been "in touch" with celebrity life for a while. I mean, just look at the previous posts about Adam Lambert. Yeah, I can be oddly &lt;em&gt;outdated &lt;/em&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't believe English lesson was hilarious just now. I had tears of joy. We were to do a research about the debating topic; &lt;em&gt;Women are more superior than men.&lt;/em&gt; (obviously, we are, in so many ways)&lt;br /&gt;And me &amp;amp; Sheera found this website full of British sex jokes. And I tell ya, it's SO BLOODY FUNNY. I wish I could find back the website to share it with you guys but I couldn't find it anywhere. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is NAPFA test. Grr. I hate sports where you need to be&lt;em&gt; graded&lt;/em&gt; on. I mean, sure, I like playing netball and perhaps soccer but no way do I like people &lt;em&gt;grading&lt;/em&gt; me on it and tell me I failed it. Isn't sports supposed to be a fun thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;5 more days till someone's birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;28 more days till the most-probably-the-funnest-day of my life. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4710628098643938121?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4710628098643938121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4710628098643938121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4710628098643938121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4710628098643938121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-short-one-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5407121231075855857</id><published>2009-05-24T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:16:13.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in school right now, ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher said we could go to ANY website.&lt;br /&gt;It's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, okay, I know I said Adam Lambert wasn't gay but I actually heard proof that &lt;em&gt;HE IS&lt;/em&gt;. *gasp* Too bad to the girls who are major Adam fans. I guess that's why he lost?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there's a video showing him &lt;em&gt;kissing another guy&lt;/em&gt;. Ew, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheera, Diyanah and me are sitting next to each other, three of us blogging and probably writing the similar things. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I seriously don't know what to talk about right now...&lt;br /&gt;Football? Oh its sad really that Newcastle United is being relegated. My ex boyfriend is there - &lt;strong&gt;Micheal Owen&lt;/strong&gt;. (In my dreams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to give a shoutout to Lutfil, he's finally &lt;em&gt;sixteen&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUTFIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May your bloody wishes come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I'm so scared about this Friday's &lt;em&gt;parents' meeting&lt;/em&gt;. *suspense music in the background*&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this scared in my whole life. What will Ms Melissa say man. What, what, what... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How can this be? Aniqah's grades are falling."&lt;br /&gt;"She got an E for her math paper - did she study? How?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No As?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;I suck, big time, at these kind of things where you have to be... &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt; honest. Because teachers can tell if you lie. How do they do it?&lt;br /&gt;I know how I'll answer her question if she asks, "Has something been distracting you from doing well?"&lt;br /&gt;I'll say, "Yeah. &lt;em&gt;Practically, everything around me is pissing me off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Her answer will be... a &lt;strong&gt;tight slap&lt;/strong&gt; on my face?&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5407121231075855857?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5407121231075855857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5407121231075855857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5407121231075855857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5407121231075855857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/woooooooo.html' title='Woooooooo.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-7737294530329472773</id><published>2009-05-23T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:07:42.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ShjDBLMitHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/i9N9r6C2EVs/s1600-h/KrisA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339231783200404594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ShjDBLMitHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/i9N9r6C2EVs/s200/KrisA.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yaaaaaaaay! Kris Allen won!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Although I do think Adam would've made a better American Idol - judging in the case of their looks. I just read the newspaper and there were speculations that Adam is gay. Uhh... Don't think so. Just because someone &lt;em&gt;wears eyeliner, has girly hair, wears tight clothes and has a weird high-pitched&lt;/em&gt; voice doesn't mean they're gay, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently entertaining Sheera right now (via SMS) who &lt;em&gt;nicely &lt;/em&gt;volunteered to help Nazirah out in her, um, uncle's(?) wedding. I'm not into all this stuff where I entertain people and have proper etiquette and all so I didn't join in. HAHA. Now Sheera's suffering alone since Nabilah bailed out on the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I just had a &lt;strong&gt;moshing moment&lt;/strong&gt;. No, not in a rock concert - &lt;em&gt;in a Crocs sale at Singapore expo.&lt;/em&gt; And frankly, it was &lt;strong&gt;worse &lt;/strong&gt;than a rock concert mosh. Why? Because there was major &lt;em&gt;POWER B.O&lt;/em&gt; and nyonyas were punching their hands over my &lt;em&gt;boobs&lt;/em&gt; just to grab those weird-looking &lt;em&gt;holey shoes&lt;/em&gt;. I don't understand how that shoe has become a fashion statement other than its attractive colours and amazing comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I only bought a slipper and a pair of pumps there. Cos those are the only shoes that are not hideously holey sold by Crocs. No offence to those who actually &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; those holey shoes - if you know which one I'm referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end this off I just want to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR 23RD JUNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*scream*&lt;br /&gt;And its still a bloody month away.&lt;br /&gt;-_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7737294530329472773?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7737294530329472773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7737294530329472773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7737294530329472773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7737294530329472773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/yaaaaaaaay-kris-allen-won-d-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ShjDBLMitHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/i9N9r6C2EVs/s72-c/KrisA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-7274362915007865649</id><published>2009-05-19T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:38:02.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in your head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ShJsEi3iXYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/M3azFQmwZsY/s1600-h/26377284-26377296-slarge%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337447333722480002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ShJsEi3iXYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/M3azFQmwZsY/s200/26377284-26377296-slarge%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never in my life have I ever been as hooked as I am now for American Idol. Basically, those 3 contestants are my favourites(above). Too bad Allison was eliminated at final 4 - and geez, &lt;strong&gt;stop saying I look like her&lt;/strong&gt;. She's too pretty. So, right now, my vote is on Kris(left), &lt;em&gt;he's too cute&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the checking of papers are almost done today. Marks were disappointing. Thank god I didn't fail my malay. I was already shaking in class because Ms Melissa was saying the marks out loud and I already failed paper 2. Fortunately, paper 1 marks helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;As if those weren't bad enough, we were lectured about our lazy and complacent attitudes&lt;em&gt; 3 times&lt;/em&gt;. Once by Mdm Siti and 2 times by Ms Melissa. (sigh) I agree that I'm lazy, man but there isn't any part of me that is selfish enough not to work hard. I just can't cope or its either I &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. &lt;em&gt;I'm being pessimistic again, Shah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you the exact marks because I got confused when they said they're gonna add in the CA marks or something and get the average percentage and all that other bullshit marking scheme stuffs that I can't seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Sheera beat me by 2 marks for her composition. How could she? Haha. I got 25/30 while she got 27/30. And the shocking thing was, both our papers had comments on them at the end. It was from our dearest Mdm Hanim, ex-English teacher of ours. Mine wrote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Aniqah,&lt;br /&gt;An excellent attempt. Keep up the good work. It's a pleasure reading your essays again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried reading it. I just remembered how much we missed her sarcastic lessons for the past 2 years. &lt;strong&gt;I miss everything&lt;/strong&gt;. I want the 2E1 gang back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alter-ego says: Shaqirah, keep your bloody hands away from my Stevie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7274362915007865649?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7274362915007865649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7274362915007865649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7274362915007865649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7274362915007865649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-in-your-head.html' title='It&apos;s all in your head.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ShJsEi3iXYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/M3azFQmwZsY/s72-c/26377284-26377296-slarge%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-6776975917305402250</id><published>2009-05-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:50:23.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It sucks to know that there&apos;s people out there who have it worse than you do in life.'/><title type='text'>Being the pessimist that I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to say that I'm starting this with a very bad note.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell the whole world what happened but all I can say to my dearest captain, Natdya, is to forever stay strong and I think that she would want you to be happy no matter what. &lt;em&gt;I'm terribly sorry for your loss.&lt;/em&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as ya'll know. Exams are over. &lt;em&gt;Whoopee&lt;/em&gt;. (cricket sounds in background) Something we shouldn't really be happy about. Why? Because our marks &lt;strong&gt;sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt; is what I call the monday blues. Truly, today sucked. I think my knee ligaments just decided to give up on me for a few hours earlier and I my left leg is not able to move and I am constantly clutching on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my maths paper? &lt;em&gt;Failed&lt;/em&gt;. Totally screwed it up. I might see the first F9 in my report book in my life. Then I'll know how Sheera feels looking at that fugly letter beside the subject name that she gets almost every year. The rest of my results were okay, but not satisfying enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, I watched &lt;em&gt;Star Trek&lt;/em&gt; and I totally get it how people love and dedicate their souls to be trekkies, man. &lt;strong&gt;That movie rocks my ass&lt;/strong&gt;. Despite the long duration, it was amazing. &lt;em&gt;Every bit of it&lt;/em&gt;. Even Zachary Quinto's weird hair and ears(The guy who plays Spock).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and I found a new eye candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris Allen.&lt;/strong&gt; He's hot. And I hope he'll be the next American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;No offence, Adam Lambert fans. I just find his constant high-pitched screaming a bit too much. Don't worry, I don't hate him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-6776975917305402250?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6776975917305402250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6776975917305402250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6776975917305402250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6776975917305402250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-pessimist-that-i-am.html' title='Being the pessimist that I am.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1028185319656914623</id><published>2009-05-07T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:41:27.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FORGOT!</title><content type='html'>And you know how I hate to forget people's birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my closest friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really sorry&lt;/em&gt;, Diyanah. I remembered on the day itself and forgot to post it up. How could I...&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, DIYANAH! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may your wishes come true &amp;amp; all the best for the years to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1028185319656914623?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1028185319656914623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1028185319656914623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1028185319656914623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1028185319656914623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-forgot.html' title='I FORGOT!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1348320828238146315</id><published>2009-05-07T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:05:30.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My blog seems to be dead. Reason? It's the Mid-Year exam season guys. And I'm stressing my brain out trying to remember all the facts. So, I won't blab much today because I need to continue my revision for tomorrow's Geography and Physics exam. &lt;em&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday my family and I went to Jurong Bird Park. It's been a while since I went there so I was surprised how much it actually changed from my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKwkyooyNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dbD7gzaeRwg/s1600-h/Telephone+booth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333019054874085586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKwkyooyNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dbD7gzaeRwg/s200/Telephone+booth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKwLePEchI/AAAAAAAAAVo/aoLKawt33EQ/s1600-h/PELICANS!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333018619901407762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKwLePEchI/AAAAAAAAAVo/aoLKawt33EQ/s200/PELICANS!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like as if I've never been there before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKv1T214_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/YBAIF5StGQ0/s1600-h/HAMBURGER!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333018239158313970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKv1T214_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/YBAIF5StGQ0/s200/HAMBURGER!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D You have to try this when you go there. &lt;strong&gt;It's fab.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKvSP5COzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-blsSRKRlk0/s1600-h/Family!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333017636798348082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKvSP5COzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-blsSRKRlk0/s200/Family!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being village people for a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKu4OATv4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/726G6D55HMs/s1600-h/DONT+TALK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333017189615386498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKu4OATv4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/726G6D55HMs/s200/DONT+TALK.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is why you should never start talking to birds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKuamq5DEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5W5RfjLOexA/s1600-h/BIRDS!+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333016680840367170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKuamq5DEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5W5RfjLOexA/s200/BIRDS!+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKt6lk9L0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OWn7ncNvOaU/s1600-h/BIRDS!+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333016130791223106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKt6lk9L0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OWn7ncNvOaU/s200/BIRDS!+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKtKogSmHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rDqoRAspE8k/s1600-h/BIRDS!+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333015306943240306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKtKogSmHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rDqoRAspE8k/s200/BIRDS!+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKs1rRv-WI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBO0t8Itu10/s1600-h/BIRDS!+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333014946910304610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKs1rRv-WI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBO0t8Itu10/s200/BIRDS!+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of our fellow mates there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKthKsoI-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/P0dqLKB11Ks/s1600-h/BIRDS!+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333015694078911458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKthKsoI-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/P0dqLKB11Ks/s200/BIRDS!+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww... &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1348320828238146315?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1348320828238146315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1348320828238146315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1348320828238146315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1348320828238146315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SgKwkyooyNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dbD7gzaeRwg/s72-c/Telephone+booth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-5665932936627469175</id><published>2009-05-01T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:05:17.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All the best for MYE guys.'/><title type='text'>&amp; what's up next week... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SfrFfs7M_xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/43dwQtJBLSY/s1600-h/stressed%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330790257372495634" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SfrFfs7M_xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/43dwQtJBLSY/s200/stressed%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm like, so worried. Mid-year exam is just around the corner - no make that just about &lt;strong&gt;3 days&lt;/strong&gt; away and they had to start it with the most annoying paper to do; &lt;em&gt;Mother Tongue&lt;/em&gt;. Face it, I'm ain't gonna fail it but I know I'm gonna suck at it. Ms Melissa already told us how "awesome" we did for our malay orals. Can you believe it? Out of all the topics in the world, they had to talk to us about &lt;em&gt;Sports&lt;/em&gt;. Not that I mind. But in &lt;em&gt;malay&lt;/em&gt;? Come on. -.-' I wanted to talk about soccer but instead ruled my mind to play it safe and talk about something I really know which is Netball. [Then, I wouldn't get too carried away blabbing about Steven Gerrard if I chose soccer]. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already started revising my Chemistry and a little of Physics. And now, I'm just starting on my art prepatory work. My topic is &lt;em&gt;Identity&lt;/em&gt;. I've already gotten an idea of how the piece will be like but before the final piece of course we have to do dreadful drafts in only maximum &lt;em&gt;5 pieces&lt;/em&gt; of paper. *sigh* I tend to draw things big so like, 6 - 8 papers or something would've been a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;So if any of the teachers ask me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How'd you spend your labour day weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My reply would be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"By doing my art work instead of giving birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no one in MSN disturbs me while I do this research thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. (waves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5665932936627469175?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5665932936627469175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5665932936627469175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5665932936627469175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5665932936627469175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-like-so-worried.html' title='&amp; what&apos;s up next week... ?'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SfrFfs7M_xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/43dwQtJBLSY/s72-c/stressed%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-7369628600183099306</id><published>2009-04-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:04:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dee Desrosiers' sake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SfMc-AuEb7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4YF8AH540wg/s1600-h/28hospitals%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328634635780124594" style="WIDTH: 48px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SfMc-AuEb7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4YF8AH540wg/s320/28hospitals%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cough, cough, cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been sick for the past few days. I swear I've never had a fever that reached almost 40 degrees calcius. I missed Sports Day on Thursday. I missed Art lessons on Friday. And I had to suffer at home drinking barley and eating pumpkin soup - &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Dee told me to do this quiz from her blog. Here you go, sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you can have any superpowers, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Electricity! I got the inspiration from Elle of the TV series, Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What would you do if you found out your boyfriend/girlfriend was cheating on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ask him, "How'd you do it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you prefer fruits or vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Fruits, definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What kind of friends do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Good question. To me, it actually doesn't matter what &lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt;. I have all kinds of friends, you name it. It's more of the fact if the person wants to be my friend and how he or she is going to treat me to be considered a friend in the first place. But I would defer friends and &lt;strong&gt;close/best&lt;/strong&gt; friends because they're 2 whole different things. To shorten it - friends could be anyone you meet on the streets while close/best friends are the ones you would cherish all your life and they would tell you straight into your face about your negative/positive sides but still love you for who you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Would you ever fall in love with the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ew, of course not. Can't imagine myself making out with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is your ideal boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hmmm... someone who is damn funny and sweet. Sweet as in, not bringing me flowers everyday or something but, you know, like show that he cares &lt;strong&gt;without &lt;/strong&gt;calling me 15 times a day. I don't mind if he's shy but not too shy because it makes me scared. Basically, someone who can actually keep me entertained throughout, a shoulder to cry on, totally understanding. Faithful, is a MUST.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and added bonus points if he cooks and loves shopping. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What do you do when you find out someone hates you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I would probably not care at first but if it gets kinda serious, I would go up to that person and ask if I did anything wrong. If I did, I have no problem in apologizing. But if its something unreasonable and that person doesn't want to confront it with me? Whatever. I won't hate you back. Its your problem now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you more to family or friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I try to balance myself with both. I wouldn't ditch my family outings or celebrations just to hang out with friends. And if my friends asks me to go out, I'd surely ask my family first if we're having any plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What was the longest record you had in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ha! Wouldn't even call it a relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Describe this person who tagged you this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I think I've described this person so many times in quizzes. And she still hasn't changed. I know you too well that words can't even describe, right Dee? *evil grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Lastly, name 5 people to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Sheera&lt;/strong&gt; Bouvier-Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Jia Xin&lt;/strong&gt; the Aristocrat.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Rifqi&lt;/strong&gt; the art guru.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Afiqah &lt;/strong&gt;(pikachu imitation) :D&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Anyone&lt;/strong&gt; out there willing to do this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SfMc-AuEb7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4YF8AH540wg/s1600-h/28hospitals%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7369628600183099306?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7369628600183099306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7369628600183099306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7369628600183099306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7369628600183099306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-dee-desrosiers-sake.html' title='For Dee Desrosiers&apos; sake.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SfMc-AuEb7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4YF8AH540wg/s72-c/28hospitals%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-8712960022012013261</id><published>2009-04-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:29:33.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaaahhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too....... TIRED....... to..... post...... aboooouuutt..... toooddaaayy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I sound like I've drunk a thousand beer bottles.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, &lt;em&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Sheera's probably re-doing her malay composition over and over again. And she's only at the &lt;em&gt;planning&lt;/em&gt; part (yes, not yet the real thing just yet). She's wasting paper I tell you. &lt;strong&gt;Mother Earth's gonna be mad, honey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was being sabo-ed by my bestie bitch during Motivational Workshop today. I had to do 3 different smiles in front of the whole Express classes. Gosh. It wasn't embarrassing actually. Kinda... &lt;em&gt;let myself loose&lt;/em&gt; thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's fun cause I get to do with my "&lt;em&gt;unbiological twin"&lt;/em&gt;, Nas. And Joshya, my chinese-version Jasper. Haha. No, not even close for looks but the acts are somehow similar.&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I couldn't stop laughing about is Fuchun's very own Edward Cullen - Chong Zhe - who acted all shy in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, &lt;em&gt;show your fangs&lt;/em&gt;, dude. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8712960022012013261?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8712960022012013261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8712960022012013261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8712960022012013261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8712960022012013261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5063146787361815163</id><published>2009-04-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:46:43.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow I think Fridays will always be a bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We had CEP just now and we had to do figurines on a stick. With plasticine. I hate anyting to do with crafts so, International Friendship Day was crappy for me. And why the hell did we only learn about Vietnam(which by the way has most songs sung in French? Ironic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) For art, we had sculpture thingy. And my nails nearly got peeled off by the hardened parts of the clay. Nice. Wish me luck for next Art lessons, so that my nails won't be peeled off literally, like how Sheera's toe nail was peeled off when she had blood clot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) I can't believe it, you guys are actually reading this. I think I need to put something in my twitter. It looks/sounds dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;10.45pm. That's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for the "no-pictures" lately. Haven't found any nice moments to take pics with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5063146787361815163?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5063146787361815163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5063146787361815163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5063146787361815163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5063146787361815163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/somehow-i-think-fridays-will-always-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1270643761643244671</id><published>2009-04-15T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:12:33.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hope her name&apos;s not Lilly-Ella or Lexie. :|'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently munching on fried sotong heads on a stick that I bought from Old Chang Kee. &lt;em&gt;Yummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing's on today. Just typical school, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. I can't believe myself, sometimes. I don't know how I do it but &lt;strong&gt;I'm just too nice&lt;/strong&gt;. And I'm not saying this myself actually, some of my closest people who know me well would &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I swear to god this is the bestest nicest thing I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home in the MRT, there was this caucasian woman with her, (possibly) two-year-old baby. And the baby just kept crying so freakin' loudly. Until I could hear her through my full-blasted music.&lt;br /&gt;The baby was on the pram, facing me. The mother was like, trying to give it milk but the baby still cried. So, I made this sad face at the baby. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then she didn't cry but still sobbed.  Then I grinned at her. :D&lt;br /&gt;She had this straight expressionless look. I frowned back. :(&lt;br /&gt;And the baby totally smiled at me. Now I was the one with the expressionless look. Then the mother kind of asked the baby what she saw and liked. Then the baby &lt;em&gt;pointed &lt;/em&gt;at me. I was like... &lt;em&gt;*bimbo, innocent face*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mum looked at me and mouthed a 'thanks'. I don't know for what. Probably she's thanking me for not making her go running around like a mad dog due to her child's cries.&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled back and the baby clapped her hands and pointed at me again. Gosh, that's when I decided - I am a total ridiculous &lt;em&gt;freakshow&lt;/em&gt; for babies.&lt;br /&gt;So to prevent further &lt;em&gt;paiseh-ness&lt;/em&gt;, I bent down and literally entertained her. I don't know, I tickled her, I played high-fives with her. The typical things that make babies happy. I felt like I was the mother, not the caucasian woman. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;But the baby's reeeeaaaalllyyy cuuuuteee. With her blond hair. And blueish-green round eyes. How could you resist?&lt;br /&gt;And aww, a few stops later, they had to alight and the bad thing is...&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;baby cried again&lt;/em&gt; when she was being pushed away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1270643761643244671?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1270643761643244671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1270643761643244671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1270643761643244671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1270643761643244671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-currently-munching-on-fried-sotong.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-2073872521727725613</id><published>2009-04-14T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:21:04.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh if you must.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, these past few days have been really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bleagh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like, seriously. During the weekends, I had to sacrifice a day just to look for a Cambodia traditional costume. How &lt;em&gt;bleak&lt;/em&gt;. Thank god, after a sweaty and tiring walk half of the time, we found the place. And hey, the place is cool. It's this so-called famous costume shop and the designer actually made the local theatre acts' costumes. I took a picture with Aqid's phone with these &lt;em&gt;eeeenoooorrrmooouuss &lt;/em&gt;sunnies. Like, twice as big as my head. But sadly, the picture couldn't be sent. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moving along, on Sunday, I went to this restaurant in Jurong Point. It was actually my first time going to the... um, &lt;em&gt;newly renovated&lt;/em&gt; Jurong Point. Anyway, the restaurant was like, this Indonesian themed thing. The food's nice though there weren't much appealing choices, I guess because it's new. Then, my dad ordered this catfish dish and then my little brother ate a whole fish and said that its a snake, &lt;em&gt;not fish&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, before ending this, I thought you guys would like to see something ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SeRiV-4RPeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nLavS0QnYUs/s1600-h/pattern+on+canvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324488789254553058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SeRiV-4RPeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nLavS0QnYUs/s200/pattern+on+canvas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SeRi851r9CI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vkjZVnFt0bk/s1600-h/mixed+media.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324489457916441634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SeRi851r9CI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vkjZVnFt0bk/s200/mixed+media.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't ask me what they're supposed to be, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2073872521727725613?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2073872521727725613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2073872521727725613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2073872521727725613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2073872521727725613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-far-these-past-few-days-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SeRiV-4RPeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nLavS0QnYUs/s72-c/pattern+on+canvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-2546258955208001198</id><published>2009-04-07T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:50:58.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D Rifqi told me to do this quiz. So, here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1~Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- Ask my "&lt;em&gt;husband&lt;/em&gt;". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2~How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleepy, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3~Who was the last person who you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;- Sheera, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4~Would you consider to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;- Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5~Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;- No. Needles? No, no. And I can't smell blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6~Have you have a good friend of an opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, sure. Almost all the guys in my class, they're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7~Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;- I think I want Christiano Ronaldo to be dead. No offence, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8~What does your last text msg say?&lt;br /&gt;- Something that Zie sent about netball training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9~What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hungryyy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10~Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Sheera. I'm friggin' lonely right now. And Dee too, it's been a while. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11~When did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;- 9.30pm. Knocked out by pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12~Where did you bought your t-shirt that you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;- School. It's 1E1 class jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13~Is someone in your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Prince Arthur in the show &lt;em&gt;Merlin&lt;/em&gt;. He's friggin' HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14~Who is the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;- My phone is currently on service right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15~People tagged to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;- To avoid answering further questions because of my laziness kicking in, I'd say, &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; who wants to do this quiz. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2546258955208001198?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2546258955208001198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2546258955208001198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2546258955208001198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2546258955208001198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-rifqi-told-me-to-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-606106287444449416</id><published>2009-04-07T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:31:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIRED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had nafa test just now. The 2.4km running thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was the first time that I didn't stop &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;. And I got to the finishing line first before Sheera. Which is a big accomplishment for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;If I fail this, I don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before the nafa test started, I haven't changed into my pants, someone asked me this stupid question;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aniqah, you're wearing your skirt to run ah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No lah. My underwear."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-606106287444449416?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/606106287444449416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=606106287444449416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/606106287444449416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/606106287444449416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5428844353333093991</id><published>2009-04-04T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:04:53.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things to do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Finish up this Essay for North-Zone NE Competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I regret myself for being the "almost-best" in English writing class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- See and doctor who can get this flu out of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By proper medicine please. I don't want any psycho performing voodoo or exorcism to treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sleep now and wake up when stepmum &amp;amp; dad comes home after work at 11pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to watch soccer. I'd kill myself if I miss it. And also to devour the delicious Satay daddy's going to bring home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Finish reading Readers' Digest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like as if I'm going to read every word in there. Some of the articles don't even attract my attention to read it. My aim? At least finish browsing through until the very last page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Save up more money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My piggy bank's like almost empty. Transportation top up every 2 weeks is like, 10 bucks. Oh Sebastien Lefebvre, help me. -.-' That's it, I'm so visiting the match maker tonight to find me a hot single celebrity (who is not gay or bisexual) to marry me so I can use their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I long wait for a day when this word will never exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5428844353333093991?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5428844353333093991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5428844353333093991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5428844353333093991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5428844353333093991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-to-do-finish-up-this-essay-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5578689018644887757</id><published>2009-04-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:31:58.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, new skin. :D&lt;br /&gt;Will update more tomorrow. I'm watching Heroes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciaoo~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5578689018644887757?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5578689018644887757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5578689018644887757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5578689018644887757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5578689018644887757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5678914270929516707</id><published>2009-03-31T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:51:23.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep the popcorns coming :D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating for sucha while. Been busy, I mean it really. I just finished 1/4 of my art a minute ago. So, blogging's a way to relax right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH-G7j6XfI/AAAAAAAAATo/dkJwIkp88m4/s1600-h/Sheera_malayshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319312029922254322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH-G7j6XfI/AAAAAAAAATo/dkJwIkp88m4/s200/Sheera_malayshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH-CHgNLWI/AAAAAAAAATg/jU5vtzP9TBA/s1600-h/Sharidah_malayshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319311947228589410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH-CHgNLWI/AAAAAAAAATg/jU5vtzP9TBA/s200/Sharidah_malayshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH98rjCY6I/AAAAAAAAATY/F7as3LMCGcw/s1600-h/Pika_malayshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319311853824926626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH98rjCY6I/AAAAAAAAATY/F7as3LMCGcw/s200/Pika_malayshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH93BYrEFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/s2VmBE-A1pk/s1600-h/ira_malayshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319311756607819858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH93BYrEFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/s2VmBE-A1pk/s200/ira_malayshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we were told to go to this Malay Heritage Show or something like that. We paid &lt;em&gt;five bucks&lt;/em&gt; for it! - but I say, it was a hell of a good show.&lt;br /&gt;Considering that they did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; use &lt;em&gt;proper &lt;/em&gt;malay and it was freakin' hilarious. It's amazing how they can just go with the flow with their lines. &lt;em&gt;Round of applause for Milennia Institute!&lt;/em&gt; *claps, claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319313450752257314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH_ZokLrSI/AAAAAAAAATw/FGwfcnKrUD0/s200/me+%26+khairunah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dear farewell to netball seniors. We'll miss you guys. Thanks for everything you've done for us all these years - I really appreciate it. All the best for your Os/Ns! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, we had field events. And I took part in Shot-Put. My longest throw was only about 5.07m. That's such a loser throw. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;Sheera didn't even reach 5m! "&lt;em&gt;...LOL!" &lt;/em&gt;(Nas's style of saying it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During malay class, it was freakin frustrating. We had to do vocabulary and the words I picked up from the newspaper article weren't in every dictionary. Except for &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh, why call them dictionaries when they're useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdICrJyzCgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0a_kQegbcHA/s1600-h/in+the+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319317050264586754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdICrJyzCgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0a_kQegbcHA/s320/in+the+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday I went to the Alexandra park or whatever that place was called. I'm really not sure. That "new" board walk towards Mount. Faber there. The place was beautiful. (: It would be the perfect place to be proposed at. HAHA, okay. Getting too carried away here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to watch that horror/thriller movie called &lt;em&gt;Unborn&lt;/em&gt;. My mum and I saw the trailers on TV and were like, "We're so watching that!"&lt;br /&gt;After this movie, it's none other than &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; of course. The 6th part. I can't believe its finally out. I've waited months - almost a year - for this. A lot of movies coming these coming few months actually, &lt;em&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic... New Moon&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5678914270929516707?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5678914270929516707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5678914270929516707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5678914270929516707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5678914270929516707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-for-not-updating-for-sucha-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SdH-G7j6XfI/AAAAAAAAATo/dkJwIkp88m4/s72-c/Sheera_malayshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-8431998193433720892</id><published>2009-03-25T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:35:34.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As if the holidays weren't bad enough that it was a &lt;em&gt;veeeerrryyy&lt;/em&gt; short one - though considering it was a week - I want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Malaysia, that A'Famosa place and there were loads of animals. I love animals. Maybe I should consider working as a part-time zookeeper for money. Wait, no. I don't wanna deal with animal shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I touched a lion, a tiger and got called up for this elephant show where 2 elephants kinda wrapped their trunks around me and carried me and stuff. &lt;em&gt;Awesome experience&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part was when we went to Monkey Island, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be posted up soon, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sighs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess this family problem thing is going on again. Wait, not again. It has been going on even since &lt;em&gt;before I was born&lt;/em&gt;, no? I decide not to play any part in this unless I am in the wrong. Which I possibly should not be anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid tremendously good attention in Physics class today and got everything what Mdm Siti said in her usual boring self. Don't ask me why. Just felt like it. I loved Chemistry today, we learnt about Ions and we had to like, draw the circly thingys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vote-for-your-school-president thing is starting to bug me. There's actually this thing which reminds me of the real American election, you know - Hillary Clinton and Obama's big challange with Bush somewhere in the background trying to fight for his rights and insists wars should go on or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have this whole week to catch up on my sleep and reduce these ugly black colour under my eyes. Cause there's no soccer this week, that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8431998193433720892?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8431998193433720892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8431998193433720892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8431998193433720892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8431998193433720892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-if-holidays-werent-bad-enough-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-8684102274016542324</id><published>2009-03-17T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:59:59.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB73w1AKrI/AAAAAAAAATI/WhlIAWlsQ6o/s1600-h/pika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314383758227417778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB73w1AKrI/AAAAAAAAATI/WhlIAWlsQ6o/s200/pika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB7yW-at3I/AAAAAAAAATA/a1jYpJJeFoU/s1600-h/mwah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314383665388238706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB7yW-at3I/AAAAAAAAATA/a1jYpJJeFoU/s200/mwah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB7qIsm2QI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eCcLUNUlO4U/s1600-h/ira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314383524116486402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB7qIsm2QI/AAAAAAAAAS4/eCcLUNUlO4U/s200/ira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB7CqXsZnI/AAAAAAAAASw/D4FZxAR2-gg/s1600-h/fifi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314382845960808050" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB7CqXsZnI/AAAAAAAAASw/D4FZxAR2-gg/s200/fifi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was the worst shopping experience ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I had a little fun spending time with those 3 goodies of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why the worst shopping experience? &lt;em&gt;Because of Ira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She made us walk from one place to another like its the final day of shopping spree for her. Thank god she knew what was the meaning of&lt;strong&gt; being hungry&lt;/strong&gt; so she wanted to stop for KFC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought 2 shirts yesterday at Bugis Junction. I love tees, I don't know why. Probably because its easy to pair up with anything you like. Jeans, jackets, skirts - whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Ira says I looked different yesterday. Well, my hair got longer, I guess and she's jealous of it. Who told you to curl up yours in the first place? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found Pika a top to wear for the malay heritage theatre thingy. Fifi surpringly didn't buy anything but bought herself some of these... cakes? I forgot what its called. But its &lt;em&gt;ultra-delicious&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something's wrong with my phone man. People called me and I can hear them but they can't hear me? What the hell. -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm trying my best to be a good girl to finish my holiday homework. Only sciences and literature to go. God, literature homework is like, never-ending and &lt;em&gt;most torturous&lt;/em&gt; to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and by the way, I'll be out of town from tomorrow to Saturday. I'm gonna miss Heroes. And perhaps a football game I wanna watch on Saturday night. Oh, please dad - can we go home earlier on Saturday? &lt;em&gt;Pretty pleeaaaase&lt;/em&gt;? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8684102274016542324?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8684102274016542324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8684102274016542324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8684102274016542324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8684102274016542324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-worst-shopping-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/ScB73w1AKrI/AAAAAAAAATI/WhlIAWlsQ6o/s72-c/pika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-6001741082446924938</id><published>2009-03-13T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:34:20.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, just got news from Sheera about how Malaysians are altering the song This Is Me by Demi Lovato into &lt;em&gt;malay language.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like... I think it would be funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; it would be funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Especially if your malay is as bad as mine. Let's see how I'm gonna translate the english directly to malay for the chorus, eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna let the light,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I've found who I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more hiding who I wanna be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malay(not following tune);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inilah benar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inilah aku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku berada di tempat yang tepat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akan membolehkan lampu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinar kepadaku.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekarang, ku sudah mendapat tahu siapaku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiada cara untuk memegang kepadanya,&lt;br /&gt;Tidak perlu menyembunyikan siapaku hendak jadi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inilah aku.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;No offence intended by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-6001741082446924938?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6001741082446924938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6001741082446924938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6001741082446924938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6001741082446924938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-just-got-news-from-sheera-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-2498280695186375776</id><published>2009-03-13T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:19:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh, I'm suffering stomach muscle cramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, not the period cramps. It's due to the loads of stretching we did for netball yesterday (which Sheera was jealous of me being able to lift up my leg and maintain it without fail).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of netball, it was crappily funny yesterday man. Like, which captain in the &lt;em&gt;world &lt;/em&gt;would let you play "Dog &amp;amp; Bone", netball style (which by the way, involves &lt;em&gt;chocking, strangling, pushing, wrestling&lt;/em&gt;... you get what I mean). So, I got the ball twice. Awesome, my opponent was a piece of cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, just now had parade rehearsal. Ms Melissa just got back, god, she's so strict. Yeah, I know, &lt;em&gt;for our own good&lt;/em&gt;. (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go to Girl Guides camp. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Guess they'd have to have fun without me. I'm gonna miss loads - especially Nabilah's Concentration Game...&lt;em&gt; remixed&lt;/em&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stuck at home doing my homework. I don't get it - teacher's are giving us loads of homework. Why can't they at least give 1 homework for each subject? Like, one piece of thick paper for us to do? They're gonna risk themselves after the holidays &lt;strong&gt;marking&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;tolerating&lt;/strong&gt; our, &lt;em&gt;"Teacher, I don't know how to do/Forgot to do/No time to do"&lt;/em&gt; excuses. Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But hey, there are its advantages for staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;1) I get to watch Man U vs Liverpool tomorrow. Wow, biggest showdown &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Go out tomorrow at night, watch movie with mum and stepdad tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) More time to finish my bloody work and for anything else I wanna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Shop! :D&lt;br /&gt;5) More sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Dee Desrosiers owes me CaFun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2498280695186375776?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2498280695186375776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2498280695186375776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2498280695186375776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2498280695186375776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh-im-suffering-stomach-muscle-cramps.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4293671774126770470</id><published>2009-03-09T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:45:58.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SbUqz2WcElI/AAAAAAAAASo/WxrrmdRbfDQ/s1600-h/090308_155137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311198405804692050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SbUqz2WcElI/AAAAAAAAASo/WxrrmdRbfDQ/s200/090308_155137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY, HARRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're not originally my younger brother but whatever to that, right? You're part of my family and I expect the best out of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the future hold good things ahead for you, little bro! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4293671774126770470?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4293671774126770470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4293671774126770470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4293671774126770470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4293671774126770470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yeah-i-almost-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SbUqz2WcElI/AAAAAAAAASo/WxrrmdRbfDQ/s72-c/090308_155137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-7614818745007523000</id><published>2009-03-09T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:17:48.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alexie was out there just now.&lt;br /&gt;She lies, she's bitchy and she doesn't care about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry if she had hurt anyone of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only people closest to me would know what I'm blabbing about up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhooo, today I got my marks back. Gosh, it was kinda disappointing actually. I mean, it's OKAY but not satisfying. I know I can do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English - A2&lt;br /&gt;Malay - A1 (Surprisingly)&lt;br /&gt;Maths - C6 (Thank god!)&lt;br /&gt;Humanities [SS/Geog] - D7 (All because of my SS. Pfft)&lt;br /&gt;Science [Chem/Phy] - C5 (failed my physics -.-' )&lt;br /&gt;Art - A2 (Wow, didn't think it'd be that easy to get an 'A')&lt;br /&gt;Literature - B4 (I expected higher. Grr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... that's all right?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do better Nik!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing a fool in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ummm... no don't think so it's gonna be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7614818745007523000?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7614818745007523000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7614818745007523000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7614818745007523000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7614818745007523000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/alexie-was-out-there-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1061540174170035220</id><published>2009-03-04T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:37:36.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it seems that it had been raining for only god know how many days already. Which gives me the reason to stay indoors! Yeah,&lt;em&gt; I love it&lt;/em&gt;. Chilling at home, reading the sports section of New Paper and sipping hot chocolate. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like Dee. Her daily routine consists of... um, going out whenever she can? That girl - her butt just can't stop telling her to &lt;em&gt;sit at home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And since last year's youth day t-shirt wasn't what we expected it to be - us art students for 3E are given the opportunity to design it! And Sheera, me &amp;amp; Aqid are working together for it. Hope it wouldn't turn out uglier than what we designed - you know how t-shirt prints can be. (rolls eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My result for maths paper was totally something to be relieved about. I passed - FINALLY. And as Sheera said it,&lt;em&gt; "We passed - without having a restest!"&lt;/em&gt; 23/40 seems to be pleasant enough to look at rather than something that equals to a D7.&lt;br /&gt;Other than maths, I got back my english composition back. The one we did for common test. I wrote the topic, 'Abandoned'. The topics were all hard and I got 21/30. Second highest in class, I suppose? The highest was 22. -.-' I had a lot of careless errors, damn it. Everyone who read my story said it was soooo sad. Really, I always thought I sucked at writing sentimental stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start thinking a name suitable for the bad side of me. Alter-ego? (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Do visit my mum's &amp;amp; aunt's website in my links, "DayaCreations".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1061540174170035220?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1061540174170035220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1061540174170035220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1061540174170035220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1061540174170035220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-it-seems-that-it-had-been-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-813697019333108858</id><published>2009-03-02T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:18:39.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, school was like ultra-cool today. In a way, I guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First and foremost, I have to bow down to my awesome &lt;em&gt;creator of the day&lt;/em&gt;. She's none other than my best friend, Sheera.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she can make like the most random things on Earth in a day. I find the way she mix both her celebrity crushes name really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SavV5bYtBLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FhWCc0ss9B8/s1600-h/edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308571768366892210" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SavV5bYtBLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FhWCc0ss9B8/s200/edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SavV98rxs8I/AAAAAAAAASY/AXaAqcR_6g8/s1600-h/pierre.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308571846024737730" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SavV98rxs8I/AAAAAAAAASY/AXaAqcR_6g8/s320/pierre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like, okay. I have nothing to do with this and it came out of her own head. Pierre's name plus Edward's name? "PierrEdward". &lt;em&gt;Nice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SavWIRC49rI/AAAAAAAAASg/XW1YpBTBmec/s1600-h/432384680_2d32d92d80%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308572023289083570" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SavWIRC49rI/AAAAAAAAASg/XW1YpBTBmec/s200/432384680_2d32d92d80%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I don't know why I have a fetish for footballers now but people have got to stop mixing up my name with this hottie's last name. Nikky Jagielka? Nononono honey. It's Nikky &lt;em&gt;Lefebvre&lt;/em&gt;. (rolls eyes) Oh yes, I still like Steven Gerrard, don't worry. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about boys. I hate it when I have to go home during peak hours. I think I've said this almost a million times. Why? Because I have to curse people in the MRT, &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was being sandwiched like being in a sardine can (Ayam Brand! Right, bedahmon? Haha) and the bad part? Banglas around me! They smell like... okay, not like shit because I think my shit smells better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was this guy, he was annoying me. I wanted to alight and he ignored me. People already told him to move but he didn't. So, I said this, "Hello?! I've been saying excuse about a thousand times here!"&lt;br /&gt;He turned and he said, "Well, sorry if I don't have good hearing as you do."&lt;br /&gt;I checked his ears just to make sure. He didn't have anything plugged and he wasn't like, handicapped or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I looked at him from head to toe and said this, "Then, fuck you for being a ManU freak."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he was a ManU freak. He had the hat, the jersey, the shorts, the sneakers - everything! It's just, annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, I wanted to cross over to my block but there were cars. Out of nowhere, these stampede of people like, rushed in front of me and didn't care if the car was moving or not. I just stood there, not joining the stupid people. There was this car that was &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to stop or he would knocked down the stupid people like bowling. He saw me and he wind down his window and asked, "are you crossing?"&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and said, "Nah. I'm not as DUMB AS THESE PEOPLE to know that this is NOT A ZEBRA CROSSING."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't care if people look down on me for saying that loudly. They are totally dumb than my cat who's in heaven right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, I wanted to talk about school.&lt;br /&gt;It was during Physics. Totally funny lesson. Mdm Siti was hilarious - to us. She wasn't the jokey type but she's very, um, lame? (No offence, Mdm Siti, I still &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; you. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;Our class was noisy, as usual. Especially, Azly. And suddenly Mdm Siti shouted at us, "CLASS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;But it sounded more like a crow. You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Nas made some rude comments and Mdm Siti went like, "Nas, see me after class."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like, "&lt;em&gt;Oooo!"&lt;/em&gt; Then Nas laughed and said, "Wah, &lt;em&gt;private&lt;/em&gt; date."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Mdm Siti continued scolding us then Hafiz asked something about the answer on the board and she suddenly went like, "Oh yes! I'm so sorry." And like, laughed at herself. Like... ooookaaaaay. Hmmm. &amp;amp; I thought I was the bimbo one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never laughed so hard in my whole Physics-lesson-life. I swear to god, I cried tears of joy. Haiyooo. (smacks head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to smell like a bangla now. Off to the shower! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-813697019333108858?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/813697019333108858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=813697019333108858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/813697019333108858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/813697019333108858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-school-was-like-ultra-cool-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SavV5bYtBLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FhWCc0ss9B8/s72-c/edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-5361285868278178757</id><published>2009-02-26T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:10:20.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the late update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been too busy with common test. Gosh, it's agonizing how you have to manage your time really well cause you're given not more than an hour for some papers. I enjoyed doing English most - I mean, its writing. Why wouldn't I like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was math and I was sleepy like shit(okay, my fault. I woke up 3am just to watch football) so thank god I didn't fall asleep halfway. Wish me all the best to pass this math paper please, I need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, that day me and Sheera went to Banquet. Totally famished! And we went to this stall that had this thing as the pepper thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307092356108280674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SaaUYTQGY2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/jlBJuNhzN0M/s200/DSC03904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kinda reminds you of someone doesn't it? Right, zul? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5361285868278178757?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5361285868278178757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5361285868278178757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5361285868278178757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5361285868278178757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-for-late-update-been-too-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SaaUYTQGY2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/jlBJuNhzN0M/s72-c/DSC03904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-1208046736602679012</id><published>2009-02-18T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:40:21.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I changed my blogskin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it wasn't pink but at least its kinda like, The Veronicas kinda look right? I'm so inspired by them. Hope you like it anyway. I wanna dye like Cassadee's (Hey Monday's vocalist) hair one day. Except in a different colour. :/ damn, &lt;em&gt;school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131366999183650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZwPYDP-USI/AAAAAAAAARw/T0wZKkWB5sQ/s200/3160986643_36f0ef91cb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1208046736602679012?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1208046736602679012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1208046736602679012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1208046736602679012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1208046736602679012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZwPYDP-USI/AAAAAAAAARw/T0wZKkWB5sQ/s72-c/3160986643_36f0ef91cb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-3236792285001201647</id><published>2009-02-15T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:52:41.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We-eh-eh-kend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2cMFZA8I/AAAAAAAAARg/5Z4JjXaY_zo/s1600-h/greenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303048419136832450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2cMFZA8I/AAAAAAAAARg/5Z4JjXaY_zo/s200/greenery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2PzTiS-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/NfIX3oi7CaY/s1600-h/blackNwhite_shee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303048206326844386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2PzTiS-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/NfIX3oi7CaY/s200/blackNwhite_shee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The bestest friend I could've ever asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So, this week had been - okay, I don't wanna say &lt;em&gt;hectic&lt;/em&gt; - but for both Sat and Sun I went out late. Yes, for the very first time with friends and not with my usual mate Dee Desrosiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to this concert by our school orchestra band. Sheera and I just decided to watch it since the tickets were sold at a reasonable price and we had nothing much to do that day.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is? &lt;em&gt;Wow&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't know our band was that awesome. I mean, I know they are - just not &lt;em&gt;that standard&lt;/em&gt;, you know. And Joshya was looking as awesome and dashing as ever. And it was so cute how his face turned pink everytime he played the french horn(right?).&lt;br /&gt;And f*** Zul for lying to us about coming. And his friend for forgetting to bring their tickets. Their loss. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2XD92LFI/AAAAAAAAARY/ebZISTsRQPs/s1600-h/bubblegum.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303048331058359378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2XD92LFI/AAAAAAAAARY/ebZISTsRQPs/s200/bubblegum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2iy2IFaI/AAAAAAAAARo/TkZpsgX2bMg/s1600-h/me+%26+diyanah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303048532621006242" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2iy2IFaI/AAAAAAAAARo/TkZpsgX2bMg/s200/me+%26+diyanah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We've been through tough times... so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, we were invited to our captain Nat's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I get the point where we were mostly not entertained but I get it - her house was &lt;em&gt;full&lt;/em&gt;. It was the most crowded party I've ever been to. Of course to show her appreciation, she played the whole volume of &lt;em&gt;Jackass &lt;/em&gt;on TV. Their stunts were majorly &lt;em&gt;assholic&lt;/em&gt; - shall I say? Hahaha. But it was fun watching them - especially the parts where they did seriously painful stunts with their balls. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that was the funnest weekend I've ever had with my awesome 2 mates ever. I hope we'll save some money up for a shopping spree next or something because I really need to look for some new tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, off to watch soccer again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jagielka.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hottie&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. He's from Everton, my stepdad's fave team. (rolls eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who beat Liverpool and injured my other &lt;em&gt;boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt; Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not to forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BELATED BIRTHDAY, KHAIRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for being the greatest guyfriend. All the best for the years ahead!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-3236792285001201647?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3236792285001201647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=3236792285001201647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3236792285001201647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3236792285001201647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-eh-eh-kend.html' title='We-eh-eh-kend!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZg2cMFZA8I/AAAAAAAAARg/5Z4JjXaY_zo/s72-c/greenery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-3370594861215295084</id><published>2009-02-09T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:52:45.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For on the 8th of Feb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY, SHEERA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May this year be an awesome one for you and will be in future, my bestie. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm saying this; Netball is fun. Coach Suzie &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; it fun that is. She came to train us today and she was freakin' creative with the games and skill stuffs. I've never had so much fun in netball training in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After netball, Sheera was supposed to get "sabo-ed" from Zul and his evil mates but he couldn't make it so she got water sprayed all over her from the Netball girls instead. I stood at the corner singing birthday songs to her and laughing all the way. Hahaha. Well, at least its better than &lt;em&gt;flour and eggs,&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something before I go ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZBCVbFZkII/AAAAAAAAARI/9ELcdVCyBs4/s1600-h/DSC03820.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300809697230164098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZBCVbFZkII/AAAAAAAAARI/9ELcdVCyBs4/s320/DSC03820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if they're gay or not but... um, weird. &lt;em&gt;Holding hands?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a bitch for doing this but all I can say is,&lt;strong&gt; I am a bitch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-3370594861215295084?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3370594861215295084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=3370594861215295084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3370594861215295084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3370594861215295084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-on-8th-of-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SZBCVbFZkII/AAAAAAAAARI/9ELcdVCyBs4/s72-c/DSC03820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-1640160553665048189</id><published>2009-02-07T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:13:21.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still shaking after the nightmare I had. It's weird because in my dad's house, its always these dreams popping up and when I'm at my mum's place? Blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, I dreamnt about 2 things. -.-' One was scary and the other... just call it a dream, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It was the Fall Out Boy concert and Dee Desrosiers and I were working as the backstage people. So, it was before the concert and everyone were settling down and stuffs. Suddenly, the security guard threw us out. Like, hello? We&lt;em&gt; worked&lt;/em&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dee Dersrosiers and her devious thoughts came to action. She got this device that can print out a fake ticket which looked really real. The first time she did it, the security guard didn't believe it and I checked it. -.-' No wonder - she printed the &lt;em&gt;wrong hall name&lt;/em&gt;. So she went and did it the 2nd time and we got inside! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it wasn't worth it. Fall Out Boy sounded really bad. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the toilet and met this really hot caucasian cleaner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare? This might take your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dreamnt that my dad, my stepmum and I were riding the LRT. It was in Singapore but everything looked totally re-newed and was high-teched. Suddenly, the LRT went &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; quiet. Everyone was turning their bodies to the right or looking to their right and staring at their reflection on the glass screen. I thought it was some Singaporean-kiasu thing so I didn't care and kept looking the other way. My dad scolded me, &lt;em&gt;"Look to your right! Look to your right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. And I peered into my reflection. Nothing? Then I rolled my eyes and asked my dad, "&lt;em&gt;What the hell?"&lt;/em&gt; (Rude, I know)&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad said, "How could you not see it when I can see it so clearly? It's so black behind you."&lt;br /&gt;So I looked behind me, nothing. I looked into my reflection and I swear to god, there's this &lt;strong&gt;black-satan-figure&lt;/strong&gt; behind me. &lt;em&gt;Leaning on me&lt;/em&gt;. I tried to move away but it kept following me everywhere. Then we reached the next stop and suddenly the LRT was empty. My parents were nowhere but I found one of my Girl Guides' friends there so I told her if I could follow her when I alighted from the train. Then she told me it isn't safe and I asked why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She told me, &lt;em&gt;"Don't you know? It's this day where the devils are out wild."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe all these crap so I cursed all the way and when I tried to get out of the LRT station I was at, it was no use. The next train didn't come. The lifts were jammed. There wasn't any stairs. I wanted to jump but there weren't any windows either. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I read every prayer I know, but it didn't work. And then the satan behind me kinda grabbed me and wanted to kill me (not to mention kept laughing evilly).&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuhhh&lt;/em&gt;. I thought it was freaking&lt;em&gt; real&lt;/em&gt; man. I was so &lt;em&gt;fucking relieved&lt;/em&gt; I woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I dreamnt about 3 things but... I guess you don't wanna read more about my dreams do you? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1640160553665048189?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1640160553665048189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1640160553665048189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1640160553665048189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1640160553665048189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5489174485122941902</id><published>2009-02-02T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:06:21.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have no idea how bummed I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Dee promised to give me the Simple Plan newsletter but I didn't get it. Sometimes internet sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Netball lost again. But I'm not totally bummed about that since we did pretty good and we got like, 2-digit scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) There's math test tomorrow. Wait, &lt;em&gt;re-test&lt;/em&gt; more like it. Since almost everyone failed or just passed. And can you believe it - I only got 11/30. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have nothing to blog about actually, except for the fact that the soccer girls' poster have been editted. They've changed it to "Where girls become &lt;strong&gt;AS TOUGH &lt;/strong&gt;as boys."&lt;br /&gt;Well, they should've figured that out when they printed the original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) I'm just so &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt; and I&lt;em&gt; need&lt;/em&gt; to get out. School's bugging me. Maybe I'll visit Dee at her workplace or something. Hopefully I can persuade her for discounts. I could buy Sheera's present at Plaza Singapura while I'm there. I already know what to buy her but its a little bit pricey. But a best friend deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I totally cannot function when I have nothing to watch on tv but soccer. And there isn't even any team that I bother about is playing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There, I've emptied my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5489174485122941902?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5489174485122941902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5489174485122941902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5489174485122941902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5489174485122941902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/02/bummer.html' title='Bummer.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-462743596269206103</id><published>2009-01-29T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:25:44.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296736008409238914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SYHJVhpAzYI/AAAAAAAAARA/EJq6hml1WyY/s200/DSC03791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, I have not abandoned my dearest blog. It's just that I haven't find the time to actually write something. You see, when I post something, I want it to be worth reading and not some lame short posts like people who have nothing better to do than tell people what they do every minute of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm currently totally &lt;em&gt;beat&lt;/em&gt; right now after netball practice. Ugh, and guess I'll be skipping my 2nd CCA again tomorrow due to tournament. Yikes! Fingers cross, at least if we lose, we don't lose to a score like, 0 - 10. You get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, during the looong weekend a few days back, I didn't do anything much. Except continue getting "presents" from my friends about my birthday. I told you guys I didn't want any parties in whatever sense that means to you all. Family wise, they treated me to my favourite place to eat - Seoul Garden. I'd like to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3e2 for singing me the birthday song&lt;/strong&gt; and to Nas also (finally! someone who shares the same birthday as me) plus &lt;strong&gt;all the others who remembered, wished and gave presents&lt;/strong&gt;. And also to celebrate my stepdad's birthday that falls on the 18th Jan, 2 days before mine.&lt;em&gt; Sighs&lt;/em&gt;. Chinese New Year, had nowhere to hang out at as almost every shop around Singapore is closed. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should also know by now, Fall Out Boy will be performing here on the 10th Feb. And I saw this article on the newspaper - I love contests even though I don't usually win (Surprise, surprise. I did win Singfest tickets last year) but you'll never know till you try eh? All we had to do was to ask Pete Wentz 5 original questions. I'm not that of an expert when it comes to total "originality" so I guess, I'll ask Dee Desrosiers if she wants me to enter the form for her. So, higher chances of winning I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays have become so dull right now. My favourite show has done all its episodes (only 13 episodes? totally not worth it and very suspensing as season 4 is coming soon) and I only have to admire Ryan Secrest in American Idol. Bright side? Stepdad got me into soccer. Now I know why boys get addicted. Gosh, its like a drug and when you crave for it, and its like, adrenaline rushing through your veins when you watch your favourite teams play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I support Liverpool, wether you like it or not! (uhuh, and not to mention Steven Gerrard's pretty hot for someone his age too) Sorry micheal owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:11pm! Make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735313047764610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SYHItDN6voI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UDxIk__gXHA/s200/DSC03790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think there's something deeply wrong with this poster.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No offence, soccer girls. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-462743596269206103?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/462743596269206103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=462743596269206103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/462743596269206103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/462743596269206103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-i-have-not-abandoned-my-dearest-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SYHJVhpAzYI/AAAAAAAAARA/EJq6hml1WyY/s72-c/DSC03791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-1200845265919619749</id><published>2009-01-18T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:28:50.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, just thought I'd post a little about Flag Day that I did yesterday before I move back to Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say? I attract people a lot. Seriously, do I really have the look of a nice girl? I don't think so. I mean for people who know me well should know by now that I may be nice but I do have a devilish side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if there were a competition of whose donation bag was the heaviest or who scored the most donators, I'll be the winner. I think my bag weighed twice my shoes and I finished almost 2 pages of my stickers. Everyone was jealous, very jealous.&lt;br /&gt;But still, there were ups and down to this. The ups were that I kept getting donations, especially from very small children like 5 year olds and compliments from the other Fuchun stars who passed by me and told me that I rocked this Flag Day thing.&lt;br /&gt;The downs were some stupid Singaporeans that I experienced. Seriously annoooooying. Make that &lt;em&gt;double annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one;&lt;br /&gt;A man was rushing pass me then suddenly went back to my direction.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me this annoyed look then said, "Why do you have to let me walk to you to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked. I mean... what the fuck? So I told him, "If you're willing enough to donate &lt;em&gt;sincerely&lt;/em&gt;, you wouldn't mind dragging your feet only a metre away from where you were."&lt;br /&gt;He grunted and went off. Whatever. He had lame sunglasses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second one;&lt;br /&gt;This motorist just bought newspaper. And he stopped a few steps away from me, fiddling with his coins. I just smiled at him and then looked away, didn't know he was gonna donate or not.&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly asked me, "Can I donate?"&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm like, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue he started retorting at me, "Why must I ask you in the first place?&lt;em&gt; You&lt;/em&gt; should've asked&lt;em&gt; me&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;I was totally taken aback. "Don't mean to be rude but, if you wanted to donate, you can just approach me yourself."&lt;br /&gt;He groaned and went like, "&lt;em&gt;Haiyooo. These students&lt;/em&gt;! Thanks anyway ah."&lt;br /&gt;I simply said, "Uhuh. Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;And didn't bother giving him a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godddd. Sheera was laughing her ass off the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention my birthday is in about 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th January and I'm finally 15!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRESENTS PLEASE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kidding. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1200845265919619749?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1200845265919619749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1200845265919619749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1200845265919619749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1200845265919619749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-just-thought-id-post-little-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-854500674805697421</id><published>2009-01-16T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:39:36.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since I've stepped into the year of seniority, its so damn stressful, like, tiring. And I think the only perfect time for me to blog now is only on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe tomorrow is Flag Day. Like, I know I'm nice but I'm not that nice to be willing to collect money from stingy Singaporeans. Come on people, 20 cents would do! Or less! It's the thought that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see me somewhere on the streets at Woodlands area and telling you to donate, please do. Before my devil horns come out because I'll be standing there almost the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than that, this &lt;em&gt;not-accepting-each-other&lt;/em&gt; thing is really bugging me. After reading Dee's recent blog post that is. I mean, we're a family, and I've been taught that no matter how &lt;em&gt;cruel,&lt;/em&gt; how &lt;em&gt;selfish&lt;/em&gt;, how &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;, how &lt;em&gt;bad &lt;/em&gt;they are, they're gonna be your famiy - a part of you - even if you succeed to get to heaven. But due to all this hatred? I don't think they'll make it, no offence. I've learnt for the past 14 years plus that hate is something you shouldn't possess because it does things to you. Bad things, &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have enemies, but that doesn't mean I hate them my whole life. People change. But I think the most important thing to remember is if you, yourself, should be accepted. If you can't learn to let people accept you for the way you are, why hate others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to personally thank Ms Melissa for sharing about having the wrong attitude towards life really makes not only your social circle but almost your life, meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Problems aside, my dad just got a new maid. Her name's kinda funny. Something that sounds like Sheera's pathetic nickname - &lt;em&gt;Yuyu&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But okay, so far, she's been really good to us and that's what matters most. Finally my dad's house looks so organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After school, almost the whole art students went to the NAFA open house. Well, the school looks old but of course it should, its been there for almost 70 years, am I right? But the courses and the artworks were simply... &lt;strong&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And can I just let out something here - someone's bothering me in school. But not that I care much but I just want to get back at him for calling me &lt;strong&gt;Enot&lt;/strong&gt;(A fat girl's name).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldn't mention names but I think people would totally make a right wild guess after I say this ; He is almost taller than the pole that your mummy uses to dry clothes under the sun. And from the stories I've heard(and seen but I'm not pretty sure), he has a natural stud hole above his lips and under his nose. And sometimes if I get mad at him, I feel like putting chopsticks through it. Why? Because it'll make his eating habits much easier, I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't sound so mean. But he deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I feel so bummed that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next thursday is Heroes's &lt;em&gt;last &lt;/em&gt;episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No more Sylar the gay villian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have I mentioned how weird he looks in the new upcoming Star Trek movie as Spock? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-854500674805697421?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/854500674805697421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=854500674805697421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/854500674805697421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/854500674805697421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-since-ive-stepped-into-year-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1836275801157563164</id><published>2009-01-09T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:07:26.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SWdEZPUoIcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/65y_66aJvE4/s1600-h/081230_165233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289271487770403266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SWdEZPUoIcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/65y_66aJvE4/s200/081230_165233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I just say this; &lt;strong&gt;I hate MRTs&lt;/strong&gt;. It did a lot of sins to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example - this morning, only one stop and it already broke down so the MRT used an emergency engine or something and went back to where I rode it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there's the annoying Singaporean commuters. Yesterday was funny. I went home late, because of netball practice. Then I had art so I brought like, this &lt;em&gt;huuuge&lt;/em&gt; file. And everyone kept knocking into me so it's like, fucking hell inside the cramped MRT. Well, look at the bright side, at least its not as bad as countries like Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Then at this one stop, there was a group of banglas and one of them like, &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; knocked me down on purpose. Luckily I didn't fall because it was crowded so I was like so-called hugged by people around me. But I was tired, and people should know that when I'm tired, &lt;em&gt;please do not annoy me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the bangla did. What I did? I used my &lt;em&gt;huuuuge&lt;/em&gt; file, screamed a &lt;strong&gt;'Fuck you!&lt;/strong&gt;' and then totally &lt;em&gt;smacked &lt;/em&gt;him in the head. Like, really. I think if he wasn't strong enough, he could've gotten a head trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I start to tell you anything else, I wanna thank Sheera's mum for buying me some sushi. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm talking to dearest Fir. Haha. Currently on the topic of sexuality. As in, gays, straights, lesbians, bisexuals kind of thing. I told him that it'd be interesting if I have a bisexual boyfriend. Seriously! Just for fun, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had CCA display just now, some of the sec ones were freakin' rude to us. So we treated them rudely back, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ran around because I got 2 CCAs but I spent more time at Netball, because I feel more comfortable there, with Sheera and all the noisy girls. Then I showed some of the kids how to shoot. Suddenly today became my lucky shooting day. Almost all the balls I throw got into the net. Cool shit or what? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I go to school, I clip my fringe to the side. And not everyone hasn't seen my full, new fringe. And I'm suddenly famous today for letting my hair down. Everyone's going like, "omg, your fringe rocks." Even from people I've never talked to before. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, I only can online for the weekends for the moment I guess. Because my laptop at my mum's place is not repaired yet. (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to eat the sushi now.&lt;em&gt; Oishi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1836275801157563164?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1836275801157563164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1836275801157563164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1836275801157563164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1836275801157563164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-just-say-this-i-hate-mrts.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SWdEZPUoIcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/65y_66aJvE4/s72-c/081230_165233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-8582191173600409053</id><published>2009-01-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:18:14.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HELLO, 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like, seriously, I couldn't believe it. It's finally a new year and the bad thing? School is starting. Another bad thing about schooling for me? I have to start being treated like a senior and study like hell. Especially with the Os in like, say 17 months or so? Still, it'll be fast as Lewis Hamilton's racing car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see the Marina Countdown thing? I think it was crap, I mean, I watched it on TV. I only like the insane *imitates*, "Barbarella Posh-Beckhams!" and of course Hady Mirza, even though I'm not that into him but he stole my new year resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The part where he said, "My resolution is to stick to it."&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what I thought of. But what am I sticking to you might ask? To be a good Math student. I know, impossible for someone like me (who has been failing that subject for years). But I can try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm so praising myself right now for finally being able to sing Paramore's Decode. It took me months cause the notes are kinda high but lets face it, at least I'm not bragging that I can sing Mariah Carey's Touch My Body song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since its a new year, how about a new layout as well? Damn, I didn't bring my USB cable along to daddy's house so I couldn't upload a picture of me and Sheera a few days ago when we took and we looked freakin' fat because let's face it, holidays means food fests. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fests, I'm trying to save up for this year's SingFest or other gigs. Even Sheera is on this and I bet so are my other friends after making them jealous of my winning tickets for last year's Singfest. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's first day of school?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been hearing that for the 10th time today. Well, it's okay. Boring. Blabby. Draggy. I mean, all the teachers were talking and thank god it was Ms Melissa talking because she could understand us well and she is my GP. Woaah. Be afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't meet lots of the other teachers except for Math which will be taught by Ms Zuhairah (right?). And our English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had girl guides. Can you believe it? CCA on the first day of school. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm actually waiting for my parents to be back and bring me my dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, they're home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8582191173600409053?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8582191173600409053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8582191173600409053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8582191173600409053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8582191173600409053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009-like-seriously-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-7724378441219278937</id><published>2008-12-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:31:56.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe my laptop is totally &lt;strong&gt;busted&lt;/strong&gt;. This will be the second time it needs a trip to the laptop doctor. Luckily my dad just got a new desktop. :)&lt;br /&gt;So I did a lot of things this week. Okay, not&lt;em&gt; a lot&lt;/em&gt; but at least I did something than some people who actually don't have a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Monday, we went to Wild Wild Wet, bascially to swim of course - with some of the netball girls who could make it. Pretty bummed that our own captain who planned this outing couldn't make it due to some Camp Leader thingy. But our vice-captain tried hard to make the best of it and I admit, it was the first time ever that I had fun swimming. Because usually I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;swimming. Because of the water, if you know what I mean - &lt;em&gt;people make it warmer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite ride was the one called Ular-Lah or something like that because we all got to ride in that big buoy together. And screamed for nothing. Sheera was afraid of it and kept holding onto the handles while I waved my stupid hands around. Haha! Oh, not to forget this hot caucasian guy I saw there and kept bragging about him to everyone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb4845yOkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cFWHxd54WsA/s1600-h/081222_191128.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284684937716447810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb4845yOkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cFWHxd54WsA/s200/081222_191128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb401mj8LI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fZeY8vxxhOY/s1600-h/081222_184637.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284684799391559858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb401mj8LI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fZeY8vxxhOY/s200/081222_184637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then after looong hours of sleep - the next day - I went out with Dee, Sheera, Dybz and Nurul to catch Twilight at Plaza Singapura! Man, was the movie awesome. It's really cool how Stephenie Meyer potrays so-called realistic vampires. I kept laughing away in the cinema because of Dee, making jokes of every part of the movie. Like, how she drools over Edward Cullen (Yes, she has become one of those girls!), said Jasper Cullen reminds her of my &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; Seb and  said that it looked like sweat when Edward Cullen showed his sparkling diamond skin in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say THANK GOD that Nurul made it in time for the movie. The freakin' advertisement gave her a chance! And I offered her my whole packet of popcorn because she didn't have time to get food. &lt;em&gt;Awww&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went around town and its a bummer that Sheera had to go home first. I think its a good thing that she did because if not she will have to tolerate Dee's lame talks about how she is a vampire and stuffs. You can't imagine how annoying it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went home a few hours before midnight because Nurul couldn't be out too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb5IrhhOCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2nn4zyVCR-s/s1600-h/081223_223250.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284685140283439138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb5IrhhOCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2nn4zyVCR-s/s200/081223_223250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And remember that I promised to post some photos of my trip to that royal wedding thing in KL? Well here you are, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb6DqgcYUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eVQ0GqR7CBc/s1600-h/DSCN0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284686153622774082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb6DqgcYUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eVQ0GqR7CBc/s200/DSCN0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb61udD3KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Jo_AWhIjNG8/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284687013675785378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb61udD3KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Jo_AWhIjNG8/s200/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb5jJRnVQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OtTRR2_LK9g/s1600-h/DSCN0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284685594946393346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb5jJRnVQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OtTRR2_LK9g/s200/DSCN0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7724378441219278937?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7724378441219278937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7724378441219278937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7724378441219278937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7724378441219278937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-my-laptop-is-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SVb4845yOkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cFWHxd54WsA/s72-c/081222_191128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-5232024034830385716</id><published>2008-12-19T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:30:33.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 1:08AM right now, and I can't sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to sleep but I just can't. I don't know why. Probably because I woke up late just now - if you consider 9AM late, that is - or because I'm too tired to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was the short dream I had about Sylar. &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt;. More like a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll skip the details and get to the point - I was running at this dark corridor and suddenly there's a door at one side so I opened it and there was Peter Petrelli. He wanted to kill me. Then I closed my eyes and screamed. When I opened my eyes, it was Sylar killing me. Omg. Okay. No need to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 4 hours working, and you know what that means! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40 bucks in total! &lt;em&gt;Plus&lt;/em&gt;, my 30 bucks allowance for the whole week (due to custody thingy). So that makes it... 70 bucks in total? Whoa. And I just spend a 100 bucks on my hair and I get back almost 3/4 of that money back in a week. If there were a webcam, I'd show ya'll my stupid wide grin right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, did I mention I was working at my grannie's stall? Yeah. 10 bucks an hour - jealous yet? Heh. I'm not going anywhere specific but I can tell you that I'm currently a dishwasher rank cum cutting different parts of chicken. Yes, &lt;em&gt;including the private parts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, don't get me wrong! It's not disgusting! I use &lt;em&gt;gloves,&lt;/em&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earlier in the day, I played habbo with Dee-D, just to get a little update. We were lucky to get pixels and we tried out these weird effects on our avatars. Pretty funny. It reminded us of Heroes because Dee-D tired out this effect that turns her into Ice and she could turn invisible while I tried out this sparkly thingy and stood next to this thing that shoots out sparks of fire and made it look like my head was spitting out fire. And Dee-D was her usual mean self and commented, &lt;em&gt;"Oh my god! Your head is split! By that gayish moron!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't bother knowing who she's referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Netball outing! Psyched! Because my dad gave me the approval! Its been a while since I went to WWW. I look ugly in my swimming costume. Then again, who doesn't except for those hollywood stars and other rich-bitches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day after the netball outing... watching &lt;em&gt;Twilight!&lt;/em&gt; With Dee-D and Sheera of course, since she was dying so much to see it so why not let her tag along? We suggested to bring my other not-so-close-related-cousin, Nurul, along too because we thought she really needs... I mean, she's been complaining she's &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt; so at least watching a movie kills your time of bored-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SUvaA9sT_QI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zQiYiCMpFLo/s1600-h/SS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281554698117315842" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SUvaA9sT_QI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zQiYiCMpFLo/s200/SS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I guess, my brain is telling me, "Go back to sleep and dream about Sebastien Lefebvre instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course I will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5232024034830385716?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5232024034830385716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5232024034830385716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5232024034830385716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5232024034830385716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SUvaA9sT_QI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zQiYiCMpFLo/s72-c/SS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-6072693584321311815</id><published>2008-12-17T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:49:10.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from KL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Kuala Lumpur, suckers. And gosh, I can't believe I'm saying this but &lt;em&gt;I'm kind of proud to be a Singaporean.&lt;/em&gt; Or at least, living in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I went to KL for a holiday cum royal wedding invitationl with daddy and stepmum and my grannies and also some other cousins of mine. I'm not that close to them so I apparently did nothing but disturb people and teach my little brother some nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, back to what I said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;What makes me say that I'm proud to be a Singaporean? The fact that everything is provided for us free(well, technically) and easy here. The transport, the food, the people... we all know it. It was my daddy's side's first time going to Malaysia without a car. We took the Aeroline double-decker bus which was whoopin' awesome. I feel like I was a celebrity going on tour &lt;em&gt;(dream on).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So wherever we went was either the taxi, walk or train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went for &lt;em&gt;major &lt;/em&gt;shopping spree. I spent like, &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than 200 bucks for stuffs. Who cares right? It's in &lt;em&gt;RM&lt;/em&gt; so its bound to be cheap for us kiasu Singaporeans. Then we took the train, and it was my daddy's first time. Gosh, were we totally vexed. Like, seriously. Their peak hours was 4 - 9pm. And we took the train around that time so you can imagine the packed trains. So, apparently I'm already used to this after all the moshing concerts I've been to so I PUSHED people in and out of the train. And one time, I even shot out, &lt;em&gt;"Excuse me? Are you stupid? Don't you know the meaning of give way to alighting passangers?"&lt;/em&gt; And then I said this out loud on purpose, &lt;em&gt;"I'm so taking a long shower after this."&lt;/em&gt; Hah, take that Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a nice person so I have an advice - &lt;strong&gt;BUILD LONGER/BIGGER TRAINS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part of the trip was the royal wedding's dinner. They had an amazing menu and dessert was like, the best of the night. It was like this cake/pudding, in chocolate fudge and had strawberries and cream and bananas in it. Woohoo. Apparently they could only serve one cup for each person so I kind of stole my stepmum's. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of pictures that day and I'm bound to post them up really soon, once my dad hands me the camera. And I just cut my hair and I went for "temporary rebonding", you know, the cheap one. But yet it looks nice. I hate flat hair so this is what I did ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SUkeLsA029I/AAAAAAAAANw/o6P8QOeRaEY/s1600-h/attemptofscenehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280785224210635730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SUkeLsA029I/AAAAAAAAANw/o6P8QOeRaEY/s320/attemptofscenehair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted it to look &lt;em&gt;neat&lt;/em&gt; and not my lion, thick hair - especially my fringe. I bet it's going to curl up in a few weeks again. (sighs) Stubborn hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-6072693584321311815?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6072693584321311815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6072693584321311815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6072693584321311815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6072693584321311815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-kl.html' title='Back from KL!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SUkeLsA029I/AAAAAAAAANw/o6P8QOeRaEY/s72-c/attemptofscenehair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-7660759478003925628</id><published>2008-12-12T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:32:14.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be back sooooon before you know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time that bloggie takes a break from my nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7660759478003925628?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7660759478003925628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7660759478003925628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7660759478003925628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7660759478003925628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/away.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-2757053002580695079</id><published>2008-12-10T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:07:00.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goody newwss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahoy there, maties!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the long period of not updating. Been busy with family and Hari Raya Haji stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got a new haircut! &lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, I cut my irritating fringe. Oh, word of advice; &lt;em&gt;do not rebond your hair&lt;/em&gt;. Natural hair is always good. 'Cause u'll regret it after you do it. You know. Unless you're really willing. But that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's netball match with Woodlands Sec is killing me. Like, the fact of having the match at &lt;em&gt;2.30pm under the hot sun&lt;/em&gt; and competing against girls who are like... well, I think I should keep my comments to myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope we win or at least not lose so badly like how we did for North Zone. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Ira and Fifi today to help out their China project. &lt;em&gt;Sebok.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. I didn't even go to that trip because I wasn't a selected student. Hmmm... and why do I always get good reviews from teachers then? At least I already went to China. Seems I'm not a teacher's pet like what people think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat Banquet - due to Ira's rumbling tummy - then dropped by the bookstore and got Fifi's present for her cousin or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hooray, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight's PG!&lt;/strong&gt; Means, Sheera and me are &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;watching it together with Dee Desrosiers. Goody. The radio was the one who announced that it was NC16. &lt;em&gt;CURSE IT&lt;/em&gt;. No offence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I need to go check out other updates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodnight, freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2757053002580695079?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2757053002580695079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2757053002580695079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2757053002580695079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2757053002580695079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/goody-newwss.html' title='Goody newwss.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5749483816876348844</id><published>2008-12-04T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:41:45.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Theme Park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sooo just like I promised, here are some of the snapshots that I've got from our so-called class outing to Escape Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to those who made it. I'm bummed that Hafiz, Putra, Fiqah-chu and... did I miss anyone else? Oh yes, &lt;em&gt;my little Faris&lt;/em&gt; - for missing this. The fun isn't 100% without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Click on photos for larger view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971540600642338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgEKbKSWyI/AAAAAAAAANo/8q0Rlfo-c_c/s320/FLIP+IT.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Flipper was everyone's 2nd-favourite ride of all time. It still doesn't beat viking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgEFKy_nrI/AAAAAAAAANg/oCcYcRdBhhg/s1600-h/Yakult+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275971450308632242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgEFKy_nrI/AAAAAAAAANg/oCcYcRdBhhg/s320/Yakult+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sheera's excitement look to ride the Superman ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgDkrnXGpI/AAAAAAAAANI/E4OcFpj3bHQ/s1600-h/Wet%26Wild3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970892182526610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgDkrnXGpI/AAAAAAAAANI/E4OcFpj3bHQ/s200/Wet%26Wild3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting to ride the wet one. Sheera chickened out! So kudos to her for taking some of the shots for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgDFtFyjFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jZsokwZ8qlw/s1600-h/Wet%26Wild2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970360002645074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgDFtFyjFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jZsokwZ8qlw/s200/Wet%26Wild2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970533058245634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgDPxxddAI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ed2eSu__6fk/s200/Wet%26Wild+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we gooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970165422983298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgC6YOYiII/AAAAAAAAAMw/EEhP-mNPHWw/s200/Wet%26Wild+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how guys did a straight face for almost every thrill rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgCsgOcVPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RUe5XV6QzyQ/s1600-h/Nik%26Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275969927052547314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgCsgOcVPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RUe5XV6QzyQ/s200/Nik%26Lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And out of luck, I won something to bring home &lt;em&gt;again!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgCkEgv-uI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z2b4ilweRlQ/s1600-h/Sheera%26Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275969782174186210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgCkEgv-uI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z2b4ilweRlQ/s200/Sheera%26Lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sheera fell in love with my toy tiger. She suggested that I named him &lt;em&gt;Jasper&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think that thing is even a guy. There's a possibility that it's bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not going to put up any more pictures in my friendster account 'cause its lame. Friendster is kept by me just to keep contact with some of my friends. I'm not going to delete it. After all the years? Of course not man.&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I putting it up in Myspace because it takes a whole bloody lot of time when I could be snoring away.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late and I'm forcing myself to stay up today. Why? Due to missing Heroes at the 10pm one, I'm watching the re-run at 2am. Hahahahaha. Hard-core fan, what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5749483816876348844?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5749483816876348844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5749483816876348844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5749483816876348844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5749483816876348844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/escape-theme-park.html' title='Escape Theme Park.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/STgEKbKSWyI/AAAAAAAAANo/8q0Rlfo-c_c/s72-c/FLIP+IT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-9016715527063978401</id><published>2008-12-03T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:07:01.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They say "life" begins when you're 40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So enjoy it while you can? Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some of you have read Sheera's blog, we went to Escape Theme Park on Tuesday. I'll post more about it tonight. With pictures! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-9016715527063978401?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/9016715527063978401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=9016715527063978401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/9016715527063978401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/9016715527063978401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-mummy-they-say-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1547284850367301763</id><published>2008-11-28T05:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:04:36.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, NURUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a happy life and good future ahead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, one day late girl. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1547284850367301763?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1547284850367301763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1547284850367301763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1547284850367301763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1547284850367301763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish.html' title='Wish.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5425470640294119862</id><published>2008-11-28T04:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:37:56.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yeahoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Finally, an outing confirmed. After all these time of being so picky about where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We're going to Escape Theme Park! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheera's not taggin' along. :( She's gotta save up for her upcoming events. Not to mention watching Twilight with me and Dee soon. Pretty psyched about the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope the rest gets to come along. Its been a while since we had the whole gang together. So, this is like, the so-called last time for us since next year we'll all be seperated. &lt;em&gt;Boohoohoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I can't believe I'm getting messages like, &lt;em&gt;"Nik, where's Pasir Ris MRT? How do I go there? Can we go together?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on, guys&lt;/em&gt;. It's &lt;em&gt;Singapore&lt;/em&gt;. Don't tell me you haven't been to such places before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, I decided to sacrifice my time to meet you guys at Boots and Shoes at 10.30 in the bloody morning just to escort. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Plaza Singapura just now with &lt;strong&gt;Ira&lt;/strong&gt;. We had our little catching-up chit-chats. I wanted to hear all about her China trip and... &lt;em&gt;some other matters&lt;/em&gt;. So we ate at Long John Silver's. After filling our big tummies, we went to look for some makeup products - compact powder specifically. Ira's one was way out of budget and I just bought mine from Daiso. Heck, I don't care about brands, duh. It's 2 dollars, what a save!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After that I introduced her to pretzels - she never had one in her life before. But she ended up filling herself again with Bubble Tea. While drinking, we went hunting for Lime magazine which was nowhere to be found for the whole of this month. Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Then I showed her Zachary Quinto's outrageous and hideous picture in Star Trek which was on one of the covers of a magazine and god, it was... *speechless* Yup, &lt;em&gt;that bad&lt;/em&gt;. Worse than Micheal Jackson, I can't believe I'm saying that. &lt;strong&gt;I wanna sue the stylist for that movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Can I just let out something here? Don't think I'm getting all emotional but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;when I say I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; it when someone &lt;strong&gt;doesn't appreciate me&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;steps on my head&lt;/strong&gt; after what we've all done for him/her, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;And you know I'm the type that doesn't like to hate people no matter how cold-hearted and senseless they are, so right now, I'm simply &lt;strong&gt;HURT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hurt. I'm hurt. I'm hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;I know my mum will be reading this so its nothing to worry about mum, just usual friendship problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5425470640294119862?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5425470640294119862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5425470640294119862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5425470640294119862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5425470640294119862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-825359008896408869</id><published>2008-11-27T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:18:10.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seems like the class outing thing isn't really going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everyone's busy and having the heck-care attitude towards it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, I'm trying very hard to occupy myself with something to do just to kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, I'm &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As you can see from the way I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks for reading the previous posts guys. I didn't know it was that hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, decided to watch Twilight with Dee-D and Sheera I guess since Sheera told me she was literally &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt; nowadays. Can't wait for the movie to come out. I've been saying that &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm chatting with Jia Xin right now. Both us totally bored to death and talking about Heroes and other random stuffs as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my books on Tuesday. Ugh, stepping into that school again gives me the goosebumps. Don't know why exactly. School reminds me of homework. I've only done English and Malay and Science. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;People said that Quarantine sucked so, not gonna watch it I think. Unless I'm really desperate to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have nothing else to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know this post sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's okay if you don't read it till this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you do, &lt;strong&gt;good for you&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You've just wasted about 10 mins of your life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Forget The Lyrics - 8pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroes - 10pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nyeheheh. The TV will be mine all night looongg.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, off to watch some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mum's bday is coming. What should I get her? Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-825359008896408869?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/825359008896408869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=825359008896408869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/825359008896408869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/825359008896408869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/seems-like-class-outing-thing-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4219778009209353142</id><published>2008-11-25T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:40:41.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That guy with the gay voice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gooood evening people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you guys are probably having a sweet time tucking yourselves to bed or having a glass of cold milk, I'm massaging my own temples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm having migrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, what to do? It's not a headache. No. &lt;em&gt;It's worse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like, half of my head only hurts and I see nothing but surreal blur-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I took my mum's advice - don't even move if possible. Not even your eyeballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; move and your world goes spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; exaggerating, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, enough moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since Dee-D's blog had a conversation with a sick customer, it's my turn to share a convo I had with this guy when I was on my way to my dad's place yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's freakin' hilarious. To me, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This guy had such a girly, gay voice. I didn't mean it in a good way. I know some guys sounds totally cute with girly voice but seriously this one? Gosh, I think Ellen Degeneres would sound better with a guy's voice, you know. Yup, &lt;em&gt;that bad&lt;/em&gt;. He had this mohawk that he highlighted it green and had eyes the size of a mouse's. He had a tummy that even Humpty Dumpty can't beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*TG - tummy guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Minding my own business, waiting for the LRT which was around &lt;em&gt;8 minutes&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: &lt;em&gt;Dek, lawa nye. Nak pegi mane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: You're a pretty girl. Where are you going?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Somewhere you don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;(I hate talking malay to strangers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: Why I cannot know?&lt;br /&gt;(Bad english. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: So I can &lt;em&gt;teman&lt;/em&gt; you &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Nice what, have boyfriend like me. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;(Teman - &lt;strong&gt;accompany&lt;/strong&gt; in english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Raise one eyebrow* I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: What you sorry for?&lt;br /&gt;(Stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry for ever talking to you in the first place. *Glance at screen*&lt;br /&gt;(5 more minutes for train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: I also riding the train, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Didn't ask. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: &lt;em&gt;Relax ah&lt;/em&gt;. I only want to &lt;em&gt;kenal-kenal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Kenal-kenal - &lt;strong&gt;Get to know&lt;/strong&gt;, in malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I never said I wanted to&lt;em&gt; kenal-kenal&lt;/em&gt; with someone like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. *disgusted face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: I know you think I handsome &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, okay. No need to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Still keep tone nice* Look, I really hate to say this but you remind me of someone I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shrugs* I don't know. *pretends to think* Micheal Jackson doesn't really click either. He doesn't have a &lt;em&gt;hideous&lt;/em&gt; mohawk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TG: Huh? What you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sighs* You don't get it do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sighs and looks at &lt;em&gt;mak cik&lt;/em&gt; beside me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cik, saye rase kan, mak die tk pernah ajar camne nak cakap ngan pompuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Mak Cik - Old lady)&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: I don't think his mum ever taught him how to talk to a girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak cik: &lt;em&gt;Ye ke? Die kacau awak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Translation: Really? Did he disturb you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak cik: &lt;em&gt;Eh, nak. Mak awak tak ajar awak cukop eh? Awak ingat awak ni siape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Continuous bickering from her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smiles* The train is here. *walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TG: Wait! *wants to walks off but mak cik pulls his hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak cik: &lt;em&gt;Oi! Awak jangan nak pergi mane-mane! Amboi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Continuous bickering again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *waves as train goes off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my friends or Dee-D was here. She would've handled that guy way differently. Note: I tend to be more nice at handling these kind of situations, yet sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to that Mak Cik. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4219778009209353142?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4219778009209353142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4219778009209353142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4219778009209353142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4219778009209353142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-guy-with-gay-voice.html' title='That guy with the gay voice.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-7139044646615641344</id><published>2008-11-23T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:36:42.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies! Movies! Movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSkS6zPvzTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T6yVzoGYu-Y/s1600-h/2885046866_f6013c4889[1].jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271765640211844402" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSkS6zPvzTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T6yVzoGYu-Y/s200/2885046866_f6013c4889%5B1%5D.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSkSkCF0qzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zNV9TztFSoE/s1600-h/3005264655_82656f1467[1].jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271765249059760946" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSkSkCF0qzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zNV9TztFSoE/s200/3005264655_82656f1467%5B1%5D.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight &amp;amp; Quarantine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to watch Quarantine with my gundu-heads. They're persuading so much for me to plan for them an outing. 1st December, how about it guys?&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched something scary with my friends, I'll tell you that. And &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm not hugging people. You'd probably find me laughing at scenes you think aren't supposed to be funny anyway - and throwing popcorn seeds at people. Shah and Sheera should know me well for this. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my stepdad's office right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say this computer sucks but it is kinda outdated. I mean, I have to suffer using the old version of MSN here and open new windows - no tabs. Might as well just make the best of this. At least there's internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since its the holidays and boredom takes over my life for the next couple of weeks, I picked up something to do.&lt;br /&gt;*snaps finger*&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a dishwasher. Ohh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;At my grandma's shop. &lt;em&gt;Ew&lt;/em&gt;, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't pass the fact that you work only like, 5 hours and yet earn like 10 to 20 bucks a day, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the money, babey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7139044646615641344?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7139044646615641344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7139044646615641344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7139044646615641344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7139044646615641344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/movies-movies-movies.html' title='Movies! Movies! Movies!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSkS6zPvzTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/T6yVzoGYu-Y/s72-c/2885046866_f6013c4889%5B1%5D.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-6197870029429193711</id><published>2008-11-20T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:02:28.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, Nikky here - obviously."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ripped that off from my boyfriend (in my dreams, okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm damn beat today as I had netball practice and I killed time earlier by watching Tropic Thunder. Seriously, it was &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; most funniest cursing movie I've ever watched. Even my mum laughed along with me.&lt;br /&gt;And how can you not like Ben Stiller? &lt;em&gt;Such a hot comedian!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you all know by now, whenever I'm bored, I like to do surveys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; COULD YOU EVER FORGIVE A CHEATER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I won't forgive him for cheating but he'll still be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE REINCARNATED AS A SEA CREATURE, WHAT WOULD YOU WANT TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- A mermaid. If that's impossible, then a shark would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU NORMALLY ORDER WHEN YOU'RE AT MCDONALD'S?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Double Cheeseburger Meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BOOK YOU READ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Breaking Dawn and still reading it, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE THE LAST TIME YOU WERE INJURED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Let's see... Oh, I feel down the stairs a few weeks ago and got my fingers all bloody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF ALL YOUR FRIENDS, WHO WOULD YOU WANT TO BE STUCK IN A WELL WITH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I'll make friends with someone who can rescue me, like the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TAKING THE MRT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Kind of. If it's not crowded I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD ONLY USE A FORM OF TRANSPORTATION, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- A private jet plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF CAKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Cookies 'N cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK 20 DEGREES TO YOUR LEFT, WHAT DO YOU SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- A pile of clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE IT OFF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BUY YOUR OWN GROCERIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Sometimes, when I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FRUIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Bananas and Durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE RUNNING LONG DISTANCES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No. I hate everything that has to do with running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER EATEN SNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Yeah. It didn't taste like anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR BEDSHEET?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HATE SOMEONE VERY BADLY AT THIS MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WATCH SPONGEBOB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Duh&lt;/em&gt;. He's the sexiest and hilarious sponge in bikini bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TEMPERATURE IS IT OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I don't know. Maybe 28 degrees celcius?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO PEOPLE CONSIDER YOU SMART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Um, at some areas I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY PIERCINGS DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LANGUAGE DO YOU SPEAK AT HOME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- A mix of english and malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- They're &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME DID YOU GO TO BED YESTERDAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Around 2am. I was have major diarrhea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CD IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR CD PLAYER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- The Veronicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I want Sebastien Lefebvre to be my boyfriend, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE ICE-CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Anything from Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WAY PEOPLE MOST OFTEN MISPRONOUNCE ANY PART OF YOUR NAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- "Uh-Niq-Uah". Yes, it's funny yet insulting. How hurtful. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, WHATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Today would be...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Flourescent aqua blue.&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/6290268820115842702-6197870029429193711?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6197870029429193711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6197870029429193711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6197870029429193711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6197870029429193711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5119655044687935091</id><published>2008-11-17T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:33:17.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack-a-lackin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSE2bGz6GOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZZwE9Tc-FVI/s1600-h/penguins2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269552878312888546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSE2bGz6GOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZZwE9Tc-FVI/s200/penguins2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSE1-9ShLuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kgyDvRLjGn0/s1600-h/Madagascar_Marty-L%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269552394720587490" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSE1-9ShLuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kgyDvRLjGn0/s200/Madagascar_Marty-L%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm Private,  not Marty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm listening to Breaking Free on the radio. It's &lt;em&gt;so last season&lt;/em&gt;, right? I'd rather listen to the new one, Now Or Never, if I'm not wrong. And make fun of Vanessa Hudgen's sudden shout for Troy's name in the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyway. Had netball carnival today. I admit, &lt;em&gt;I suck today&lt;/em&gt;, okay. I do. No need to tell me things to make me feel better. And we're losing so far. But don't get our hopes down yet. We still have a few more games to buck up our scores.&lt;br /&gt;It rained. &lt;strong&gt;Heavily&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't believe we &lt;em&gt;ran&lt;/em&gt; during break time to McDonalds across the road. &lt;em&gt;Just for food&lt;/em&gt; even though I wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hungry. So, the carnival was postponed. Pfft. Stupid rain, why must it rain at such a bad time? Why not tomorrow or something? Where I can lie in bed and sleep the whole afternoon until dinner time and snuggle up reading Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Magascar 2 already (ticks off movies-to-watch-for-holidays list) and it was &lt;em&gt;damn cute&lt;/em&gt;. Especially the fact that the hippo and giraffe fell in love with each other in the end. Like, in what &lt;em&gt;century&lt;/em&gt; will that ever happen in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I hear what I just heard on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA'S ALBUM IS IN STORES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I think I'll go get it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, of course not. (rolls eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5119655044687935091?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5119655044687935091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5119655044687935091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5119655044687935091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5119655044687935091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/crack-lackin.html' title='Crack-a-lackin&apos;!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SSE2bGz6GOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZZwE9Tc-FVI/s72-c/penguins2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-658568211682454551</id><published>2008-11-13T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:00:07.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my &lt;em&gt;cousin&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;best friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite punching-bag since 1994,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, DEE DESROSIERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May all ur fantasies and wishes in your witty little nuthead come true. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-658568211682454551?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/658568211682454551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=658568211682454551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/658568211682454551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/658568211682454551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-cousin-my-sister-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-6033985379971935863</id><published>2008-11-13T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:34:59.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed-Compulsive Disorder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was at the library with Dee and my mum. Turns out I wanted to pay my fees or something. Just then, 2 indian girls told me to take a picture of them until they were satisfied. You can't imagine how annoying it is. They're not even &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; pretty like Oprah Winfrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly alarms went off and everyone in the library ran around - total chaos, I'm telling you. I got seperated from my mum and Dee. I decided to make a run for it myself but a woman grabbed me along with her other family members. Don't know why. I went out and saw &lt;em&gt;Sylar&lt;/em&gt;(if you watch Heroes, you might know who this person is). He told the woman who grabbed me to hurry. The woman led me to a bunglow across the road and opened the garage door to drive out a van. I sat with the woman's daughter. The woman drove to where Sylar was and told him to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for patrol and I was simply screaming, &lt;em&gt;"Where are we going? I wanna go home now!"&lt;/em&gt; Sylar &lt;em&gt;touched my face&lt;/em&gt; - well, more like &lt;em&gt;soothing my cheeks&lt;/em&gt; - and told me to calm down. After that, I was too afraid to say anything else. Suddenly me and Sylar were like, best friends, talking non-stop in the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, we stopped at Dee's house. So I was kinda relieved I knew where I was. We all hurried into Dee's place and the rest went into the master bedroom's toilet while Sylar kept an eye on me from the back. I decided to go to the one in the kitchen. Someone from behind me, turned on the kitchen lights for me and then grabbed my wrist, saying, &lt;em&gt;"Nikky, I'm trying to save you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was &lt;em&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;/em&gt;. (Again, if you've seen Heroes, he would be darn familiar to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I WOKE UP! HAHAHA! Of course it was a dream, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SRwPau4fT3I/AAAAAAAAALw/vxdn8nfpygE/s1600-h/milo%26zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268102616052617074" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SRwPau4fT3I/AAAAAAAAALw/vxdn8nfpygE/s200/milo%26zach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;In case you're wondering, that's "Peter Petrelli" and "Sylar". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I know its crap. I just like the &lt;em&gt;toilet part&lt;/em&gt; because it was hilarious it had to be &lt;em&gt;Dee's place just for a toilet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what happens when you watch too much TV and get addicted. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-6033985379971935863?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6033985379971935863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6033985379971935863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6033985379971935863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6033985379971935863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/obsessed-compulsive-disorder.html' title='Obsessed-Compulsive Disorder.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SRwPau4fT3I/AAAAAAAAALw/vxdn8nfpygE/s72-c/milo%26zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-5137129323835093354</id><published>2008-11-12T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:19:35.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Just asking, is anyone out there who is french or is bloody good in it can tell me what a "bamboula" is? According to David Desrosiers, it's the french translation for bass guitar but I think that's just him being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know it's been&lt;em&gt; dull&lt;/em&gt; for the past few posts because there isn't any pictures. The thing is, I didn't bring my USB cable along to my dad's place so I can't upload them. (sighs) So, just bear with me for a while, reading my dang wordy posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;right now. I thought my family was supposed to go out today but turns out my little brother was taken away by grandpa to Malaysia and I got left behind. Bummerrr. But what would Sheera say if she's stuck at home? &lt;em&gt;Just another excuse to finish up the Twilight series. &lt;/em&gt;So I guess it's a good thing I already bought the last book for it. I'm so sad that good things have to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, went out with Shaqirah for a while. Just to let time fly by. She has serious issues of dilemma. She can't even choose between a belt or leggings. Like, come on. -.-' At last, her&lt;em&gt; mum&lt;/em&gt; to the rescue. And she lost her spectacles - which her mum doesn't know about - and she's going to get killed if her mum does. But someday she has to know. Because she's not the rebellious type and she needs to &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; to make up reasonable excuses. Unlike me - I just shoot out anything that's in my head. It works, most of the time. So, good luck to her with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's netball. Starts early at 8am. I think I'll go to school with Sheera tomorrow. It's boring if I'm too early and there's no one to talk to but watch some people pass by around me, smiling. Yeah, yeah, it's a good thing I'm friendly enough in the morning to return your smiles. Speaking of netball, we got our jerseys! (cheers) But we still need red FBT shorts to wear with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garang tau colour merah, you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think I'll start reading a few chapters from Breaking Dawn and eat dinner while watching 2x5 Dol. :) Then its, hello Mr. Nintendo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Yeah, I play pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: To Diyanah &amp;amp; Pika, I really hope you guys get your chance as a Camp Leader. I know you guys are the best people for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5137129323835093354?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5137129323835093354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5137129323835093354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5137129323835093354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5137129323835093354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-asking-is-anyone-out-there-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-783250819484649011</id><published>2008-11-05T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:15:13.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what? Shopping does make someone feel a lot better. At least to me. My runny nose doesn't feel as bad and I'm coughing lesser than yesterday. Still, it's a sick feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went shopping with Sheera earlier in the day. I got myself 2 t-shirts, a studded belt(which I desperately needed) and &lt;em&gt;guess whaaaat&lt;/em&gt;... well, you all should know that I'm becoming such a reader. Especially when it comes to books like teen fiction and all - so, I finally found &lt;strong&gt;ECLIPSE&lt;/strong&gt;!(It had been sold out almost everywhere and I found it at Bugis, &lt;em&gt;of all places.&lt;/em&gt; -.-') Which is the third series to the story Twilight which I've been dragging everyone into reading. Seriously, people. It's good. Even though it sounds cheesy about the whole vampire-loves-a-normal-struggling-girl thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something to do before I skip on to check out myspace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So what do people call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Nik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And how young might you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Consider 14 to be very young, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who sleeps in the same house as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- The family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Suppose you see your boy/girlfriend kissing another person, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I'd come up to him and say, "You know, this is the public. Go kiss her some other place where I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; get you red-handed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You got a free trip, South America or North America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- North America because that's where Canada is baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you do if a teacher of the opposite sex hit on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I'd tell him to look in the mirror and imagine how stupid he would look with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Right now do you prefer a strawberry milkshake or a banana cupcake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Both will do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is your phone within a meter radius of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- It's in the other room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Wait, are you a guy or a chick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- A badass chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Yellow tee and navy blue khakis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What color is the thing you are sitting on right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Red chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you doing this just because you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Not really. I just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- My illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you think you're going to spend New Year's with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Family and friends would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Will you be kissed at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Yeah, right. (rolls eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Someone you're missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I miss the fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Can you type over 60 words per minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I don't know. Never been so foolish to try that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Would you consider 1.62m tall for a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. McDonalds or KFC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- KFC, cheaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Cobalt blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Yeah. There's a few to watch in my list. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have cancer or diabetes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Thank god, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How smart do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I'm smarter than an elephant, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Can you surf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Singapore doesn't have that kind of water to even learn how to surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26. Are you easily scared by a horror/thriller films?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- No. Usually I &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt; at horror films. Annoying, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you were given $100, would you spend it, or save it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I'd spend it on my hair treatment. Hohoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If there was a spider in the room, would you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- If it's small, I don't mind. If it isn't? No, no, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- 7.03pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- PJs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you ever become a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- No! I hate veges and you want me to become a vegetarian, what a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- At home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Can you swim well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Would you consider me a good swimmer when I tell you that I don't really need life-jackets when snorkling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you shop for clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Who doesn't shop for clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where do you think your love is right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Sebastien, one and only. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. And what is he/she doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Working his ass off as the nicest guitarist I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you believe in ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you love your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- They wouldn't be called friends if I don't love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Name one closest friend you have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Sheera. Simply the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you think that he/she can be your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- She already is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you listening to music right now, can you specify what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Decode by Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Last question, is there someone courting you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; I think he's courting me right now&lt;/em&gt;. *innocent face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-783250819484649011?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/783250819484649011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=783250819484649011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/783250819484649011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/783250819484649011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-love-it.html' title='I just love it.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1107002269463447445</id><published>2008-11-04T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:19:47.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess what is done, is done. And there's no need of any discussion about it.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what I'm talking about - too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just noticed that, &lt;em&gt;I haven't put any reviews on the a7x concert!&lt;/em&gt; Not that I forgot, I just have nothing much to say about it - except the fact that it was the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; mosh experience I ever had. I found a scratch on my right arm. And I think I hit somebody with my elbow. Sorry, to whoever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking me for pictures, people. I didn't get to snap any good ones. But there are some pre-concert shots that we took in Dee's blog - &lt;em&gt;major thanks&lt;/em&gt; to her friend Palin who brought along the camera. I was too scared to bring along mine. Like, who the hell knows what will happen to it during the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was great! Those hardcore people who missed it? Gosh, what a lost. And true to Dee's words; &lt;em&gt;Joe is short.&lt;/em&gt; But hey, cute much? I asked Dee if I could kick him. Seriously, he was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got netball today, &lt;em&gt;tiring&lt;/em&gt;. And I'm going shopping tomorrow with Sheera. It's been a while since we had our little outings together.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and found out, I got a cold. Not fever. But just runny nose(that keeps me sneezing onto the laptop as I type) and sore throat. What the f- right? My voice was awesome yesterday. I managed to sing Paramore's song, Hallelujah. And today? It's &lt;em&gt;worse &lt;/em&gt;than my normal low-singing-pitch voice. Ohhh hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'll start on my malay homework later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1107002269463447445?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1107002269463447445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1107002269463447445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1107002269463447445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1107002269463447445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-what-is-done-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-4306706676811086764</id><published>2008-11-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:24:26.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Have you ever lost your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you eat ice-cream even if it's raining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Not really. I'm not an ice-cream fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have piercings? Tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Only piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do good things come to those who wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Yes. But sometimes we have to take action. Like, you can't expect to wait till the grass grows taller, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a time machine, would you travel to the future or past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- The future. I wanna see where I end up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Um, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you ask your friend's opinion before you buy something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Not always. I'm not that fickle-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever whistled at a girl/boy before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- The thing is,&lt;em&gt; I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever danced around in your room naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Half&lt;/em&gt;-naked, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a nickname for your crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Yes. I think everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you ever audition for 'Singapore Idol'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Only if it allows bands. Because I don't think I have the guts to do a one-woman show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you want to say to that person you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- There are no words to describe how much I miss them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever stolen someone else's sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No. I ain't a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How do you end a phone call with someone you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- End it with a, "&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;." And hang up, ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. These past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I've been bored. I'm suffering from runny nose. I miss my friends. I feel helpless and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you/would you ever throw a party when your parents aren't home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I don't do parties. I go to other people's parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever gotten back with an ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like being gossip by others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Only if its the good kind of gossip. Otherwise, not much. Even though I don't care what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- At certain areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you miss someone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Uhuh. Dee, my 2E1 galfriends and &lt;em&gt;"judo". *winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you live for the moment or for the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- The moment, of course. Because what you do at the moment determines your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- As much as I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you plan for your outfits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Yeah but most of the times my plannings change at the last-minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Do you keep your sweetie's stuff after you break up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No. Why would I keep his stuff in the first place? Unless you're talking about money or something useful, I'd keep for my own use. &lt;em&gt;(evil grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Does shopping make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Kinda. When I have the money to buy something, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Can a person be possessed by a devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Yes. But its not what you think it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever made the first move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Made a new friend recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Someone added me in friendster today. Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Anyone's birthday today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- No one that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-4306706676811086764?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4306706676811086764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=4306706676811086764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4306706676811086764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/4306706676811086764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-1111873301401874870</id><published>2008-10-31T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:51:18.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUNDED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grounded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From the internet.&lt;br /&gt;By my mum. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm posting this from my dad's place(hopefully she won't find out that I sneakingly turned on the internet here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be back after my grounding days are over.&lt;br /&gt;Which will be &lt;em&gt;very, very, soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't bother asking me why I'm grounded.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling a &lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt; soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-1111873301401874870?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1111873301401874870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=1111873301401874870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1111873301401874870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/1111873301401874870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/grounded.html' title='GROUNDED.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-8014446202759321217</id><published>2008-10-23T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:51:08.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, 3E2. Goodbye, 2E1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know you'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- "Keep Holding On" by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that song bests describes things the things unsaid for me specially for the classmates I've been with and gone through multiple ridiculous things together for the past 2 years(almost). Even though some of us are going on our seperate ways, we'll still see each other and keep contact no matter what. But I'll miss you guys' funny bickerings that made Mdm Hanim annoyed all the time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SQB8O2uxLKI/AAAAAAAAALo/UuFHy0hJTbE/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260340959420427426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SQB8O2uxLKI/AAAAAAAAALo/UuFHy0hJTbE/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to miss my beloved Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm half-happy and half-disappointed for the results today. It's a good thing for me to go to second class of Express because it'll be at least a little less stressful(I think because we'll still be learning the same stuff anyway). I got Literature and Geography(thank god) but I'm still in suspense to know wether I'm taking DnT or Art. I don't mind both because I did opt for both subjects but I prefer Art. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay, Sheera is in the same class as me! So turns out my dream a few days ago wasn't really true about my results. Because I did get a D. Yup, you guessed it - &lt;em&gt;Math&lt;/em&gt;. But I didn't get any Cs this time so that's a little thumbs up. (:&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not meant for JC even though people are hoping I would make it. Because I only got 16 points for L1R5. Not good at all. It's the border line man. But for L1R4, its a major content point of 12. I'll manage to get quite a good course. Hopefully. But this is just Sec 2 - I don't know about upper sec. I heard we'll DIE, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you'll excuse me, I need to concentrate on Amazing Race Asia right now and maybe read another chapter of &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait to meet my new classmates.&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8014446202759321217?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8014446202759321217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8014446202759321217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8014446202759321217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8014446202759321217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-3e2-goodbye-2e1.html' title='Hello, 3E2. Goodbye, 2E1.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SQB8O2uxLKI/AAAAAAAAALo/UuFHy0hJTbE/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-5169995504728674811</id><published>2008-10-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:43:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Examinations Activities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to Airport Terminal 3 yesterday as post-exam activity 1. It was pretty torturous because never in my whole life I have a &lt;em&gt;total&lt;/em&gt; Maths-related outing before. Like, really. The whole paper was maths stuff and you know how bad I am in Maths. Plus, I didn't know that the airport would make a good place for such a subject. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit about my new blogskin - I figured the last one was kinda too bright. I like luminous colours but not on a blog, please. I guess I toned down the colour this time round. And look what I have added on my blog - Links. I'm pretty pissed by it as people kept pastering me for it so I hope this pleases you a lot. If it doesn't, tell me. And you'll go home with a broken nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nah, that's not nice.&lt;br /&gt;So, just let me know if I should link you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3frb36oUI/AAAAAAAAALY/YUAGiJd65PI/s1600-h/Omni-Theatre.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605877148262722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3frb36oUI/AAAAAAAAALY/YUAGiJd65PI/s200/Omni-Theatre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, today I went to Science centre and we watched a movie called Wild Ocean about sea creatures being a human's prey and mostly about, well, our favourite fish to eat - Sardines. It's fascinating really. Unless you're not into Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3gEo_o9QI/AAAAAAAAALg/1kqacyZEnNs/s1600-h/FERRARI+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606310167049474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3gEo_o9QI/AAAAAAAAALg/1kqacyZEnNs/s200/FERRARI+!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; See that car? I&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; it and I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; it. Can anyone tell me how to be rich as Paris Hilton a few weeks? Ferrari cars makes my knees weak. Especially if I got to literally touch some of the parts at the Science Centre. All thanks to the F1 exhibition they held just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3fecY-gXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Bccjr_xVc8I/s1600-h/Inside+the+nose.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605653948629362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3fecY-gXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Bccjr_xVc8I/s200/Inside+the+nose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides that, we had to do a worksheet on Human Body so we went to the Human Body exhibits and gosh, a lot of fascinating things we find out. Of course, with Sheera's and my yellow thoughts... you know the outcome when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3fLQSmswI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qm7RVD-Ia5s/s1600-h/Open+wide.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605324283163394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3fLQSmswI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qm7RVD-Ia5s/s200/Open+wide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Sheera, I have gotten obsessed with a fictional character of my own. From the same story, Twilight, I'm in love with Edward Cullen's younger brother - &lt;em&gt;Jasper&lt;/em&gt;. He is simply hot in the movie from what I've seen in the trailers. But don't get mad baby, &lt;em&gt;Seb's still number 1.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5169995504728674811?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5169995504728674811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5169995504728674811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5169995504728674811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5169995504728674811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-examinations-activities.html' title='Post-Examinations Activities!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SP3frb36oUI/AAAAAAAAALY/YUAGiJd65PI/s72-c/Omni-Theatre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-7961021010384552490</id><published>2008-10-18T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:34:34.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When words come to life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPn63x57dEI/AAAAAAAAALA/u1cxnnV-m00/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258509876127822914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPn63x57dEI/AAAAAAAAALA/u1cxnnV-m00/s200/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twilight is the bomb. (Even Sheera is totally hooked on it) It has even become a movie. And what not to watch with Paramore singing their soundtrack, titled Decode. The lyrics explain each and every inch of the story - seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need to do is buy the second one called New Moon. Don't get me started on telling you the details in what happens in the story because it'll just spoil the whole reading thing really.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, in case you're saying, &lt;em&gt;"oh my god, this girl is so emo, reading these teen-fiction love stories", &lt;/em&gt;its not a fucking emo-teen-love story. In fact, it writes good english, with good words.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bookworm too - I just love snuggling up with a book when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a little update up there on what I've been engrossed to read lately. I'm kinda pissed right now. Well, not pissed-pissed but just annoyed. Someone called me a small girl. Like, hello. If you have seen me in pictures or in reality, I think people can compare me with a giraffe - or probably an elephant. But maybe that person didn't call &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; small girl. Oh yeah, sarcasm kills,&lt;em&gt; a lot. *cough*&lt;/em&gt;Pierre Bouvier's clone&lt;em&gt;*cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to go out with my old friends yesterday. Turns out to be cancelled - again. Always. I don't know why that happens. And it really pulls me down because I get hyped up with it comes to hanging out with friends - especially old ones that you had spent silly memories with. Never mind, I'm pretty sure there's always a next time (what an optimistic thing to say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need colour on my hair. It looks like shit with all the irritating curls. Rebonding spoils my hair, so I'm not going to do it. I think I'll get one of those add-on coloured hair that you can just stick on your hair roots or something. Not the cheapo ones though. I'm very particular when it comes to hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I'm starting to hate school. Hate it, so much. And I can't wait for the holidays. Yeah, I should've listened to my seniors about high school being so suckish. I wish school would just stop one day, like, as if the world's going to end or something. If it were to happen, I'll start up a band with Dee Desrosiers and make our imaginative celebrity life into reality. (sighs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see, I've been blabbing shits from the beginning because it seems that my weekend this week has been totally... B-O-R-I-N-G. All letters in capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7961021010384552490?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7961021010384552490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7961021010384552490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7961021010384552490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7961021010384552490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-words-come-to-life.html' title='When words come to life.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPn63x57dEI/AAAAAAAAALA/u1cxnnV-m00/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-5155488350144796321</id><published>2008-10-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:14:28.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey-ey-ey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Name the best 3 that describes your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Laid-back, funny and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Name the best 3 that describes your mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Decorous, benevolent, daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Name the best 3 that describes your usual behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Jovial, hilarious, lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Name the best 3 that describes your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Bright, simple and inspired by Hayley Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Would you change for someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- No, unless it's for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Would you ever french kiss someone of the same sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I will but I might get shot, so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Of course. Aza's one of them, the boys from my class and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Do you love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) What does your room looks like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It looks pretty &lt;em&gt;bleah&lt;/em&gt;. It's plain because I just moved in, &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) What would you do if you found fifty dollar notes on the floor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buy clothes. It's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; fifty. (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Are you a smoker or an alcoholic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neither. I'm just not into it although I have tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) What are the best occasions you've been to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gigs that I've been to, especially Singfest 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Do you like kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Depends on their behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Do you love your life? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes because... I'm still alive, aren't I? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) What do you do during a very nothing-to-do time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Pretend I'm a rockstar at home alone, go out with anyone that feels shitty like me and spend time with Mr. Lappy. Nothing-to-do times are damn LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Then what do you usually do in the night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You'll find me either sleeping, munching on junk food, on the laptop or snuggling up with a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Which do you prefer, a romantic night IN or a wild night OUT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romantic night in. I'm not exactly wild-material but I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Do you love sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is that a trick question? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) What time do you usually wake up when there's no school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-  8am, standard. If I wake up earlier, I'll sleep back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) Lastly, name just 2 people to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Sheera &amp;amp; Nurul. &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5155488350144796321?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5155488350144796321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5155488350144796321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5155488350144796321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5155488350144796321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/survey-ey-ey.html' title='Survey-ey-ey.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-403819139950771115</id><published>2008-10-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:11:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming out loud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I had a dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was results day and we were given back our result slips. We were called on one by one and when it came to my turn, my teacher complimented me for being so good. I looked at my slip and I had a few As, Bs and some Cs. How happy was I not to see a single D in there! Then I was promoted to 3E1 but Sheera made it 3E2.&lt;/em&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want half the dream to come true! The fact that I had no Ds at all would be brilliant and the fact that I'm going to 3E1 is super awesome. But without Sheera, the class would be useless even though they have me to make the looney jokes around. Because its my best friend whom I stuck with in high school life all these while that made me comfortable with who I am. So, I'm just crossing my fingers that both of us will make it far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for right now, I'm irritated with my wet hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPgILMNOFRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aftS_sn2WU0/s1600-h/Image000+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257961553303311634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPgILMNOFRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aftS_sn2WU0/s200/Image000+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yes, that's exactly how it looks like without the hair straightener or the hair drier. It can even beat Shaqirah's and Afiqah's permed hair. Saving up my bucks for December hair trim and this time, I'm bringing Sheera along. She was complaining that the &lt;em&gt;nyonyas &lt;/em&gt;kept cutting her hair like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The 2E1 girls seems to be back somehow now. Even though I can feel that somewhere in us isn't quite done yet. Let's put the stupid past behind, shall we? Keep our comments to ourselves before someone gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, didn't go out to raya because the teachers were busy and most of us couldn't make it on time. Today, I have nothing to do but visit my grandma who's &lt;em&gt;awfully&lt;/em&gt; sick at home and misses me &lt;em&gt;dearly&lt;/em&gt;. It's been a while since I went over to meet her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Had netball yesterday and we have newbies! They're pretty quiet. We're so hyped up for the North-zone happening early next year but right now we have a netball carnival coming up. And guess what... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's near my freakin house&lt;/em&gt;! Yup, Kallang Netball Centre, they're having it there this year. Woohoo. Now I just have to figure out which bus from my house goes there. Where is the place anyway? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Hopefully we'll win Champion again. (cheers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of winning, congrats to Dee-A (she didn't want me to call her Deeroshae) for winning poet competition at Habbo. She won herself a treat of HC. &lt;em&gt;(claps, claps)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet was busted the past &lt;em&gt;2 days&lt;/em&gt; so its back today - thank god - so I can update. And I'm newly obsessed with this band called &lt;strong&gt;Flyleaf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPgPkzVhS2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/VeBIBWFu_mA/s1600-h/Flyleaf+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257969689885231970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPgPkzVhS2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/VeBIBWFu_mA/s200/Flyleaf+live.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girls' vocal sounds off but somehow the music rocks. And she does &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; throats - now, who can pass up a chick who does good screamos? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257967209600111058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPgNUbjd0dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ET8EDuKyxVU/s200/AAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All-American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt; are back! (*&lt;em&gt;clears throat&lt;/em&gt;* - Dee-A's going to tease me for this) And I can't wait to buy their album. Listen to their new single - Gives You Hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its a good thing, don't you think? Bands keep coming up with new stuff one after another so we won't get bored wondering what they're doing at another part of the Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avenged Sevenfold on the 24th October too, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can't fucking wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-403819139950771115?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/403819139950771115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=403819139950771115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/403819139950771115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/403819139950771115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreaming-out-loud.html' title='Dreaming out loud.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPgILMNOFRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aftS_sn2WU0/s72-c/Image000+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-6211992741326087418</id><published>2008-10-14T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:16:02.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before bathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh look at the time and I still haven't taken a bloody bath from the time I got back from school. And seriously, I stink after netball today. Gosh, felt a little weird starting to play after such a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, results came through today and god, they weren't even a &lt;em&gt;teeny wee bit&lt;/em&gt; satisfying. Only english was informed for our overall performance throughout the year. The rest, we'll just have to wait for the report book I guess. Just take a look at the list of what I've got so far;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*English - B3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Maths - D7&lt;br /&gt;Science - B4&lt;br /&gt;Malay - C6&lt;br /&gt;Geography - C6&lt;br /&gt;History - B4&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics - B3&lt;br /&gt;Art - B3&lt;br /&gt;Literature - Ummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;* COMFIRMED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;As you can see, Literature paper wasn't given back yet. Mdm Amutha promised us that we'll get it this afternoon but she never showed up. &lt;em&gt;Empty promises, tsk.&lt;/em&gt; No offence though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Since exams are over, there's a lot of activities going on, jammed pack throughout the month. Tomorrow, I'm booked for Hari Raya outing with 2E1 again. Friday, perhaps go catch a movie. Saturday going Hari Raya outing with my old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;The next week, we'll be having Learning Trail at Terminal 3(how random). Then I have ushering to do for the primary 6 students to promote my school(I find this &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; hilarious). And we have Science movie thingy at Science centre. Goshh, I can't believe I can remember all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;And tomorrow I heard, will be the DeepaRaya celebrations. Goodie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-6211992741326087418?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6211992741326087418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6211992741326087418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6211992741326087418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6211992741326087418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-bathing.html' title='Before bathing.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-3004234551491913472</id><published>2008-10-13T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:33:05.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let's just say that Hari Raya this year wasn't what I expected it will turn out to be. Because I lost someone whom I thought I gained trust with. I do not wish to talk about it anymore and decisions were over and done with. No use bickering over it now. Here are some photos from our outing. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNItCCoQTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MRTYEGHuvB4/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625128550711602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNItCCoQTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MRTYEGHuvB4/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNIfVJ9ZeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UDiELOiY2sI/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256624893163562466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNIfVJ9ZeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UDiELOiY2sI/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNI7qNVsZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/n3CBfkf-paI/s1600-h/Image000+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625379851219346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNI7qNVsZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/n3CBfkf-paI/s200/Image000+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNJH8sDdbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pYCGX2KFQwo/s1600-h/Image001+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625590970316210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNJH8sDdbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pYCGX2KFQwo/s200/Image001+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And just now, went out with Deeroshae and Aza.We had our stupid little talks at Pizza Hut, dividing our money. After that, she was still hungry and brought a pretzel - the best at Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;We went to look at music instruments at Yamaha music store and Deeroshae was blabbing how much she wants a bass that was selling cheap at Bukit Timah Plaza. (rolls eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I should've taken a picture of this collectable toy at this game store. It was damn weird. It's like an overgrown girl with overgrown hair all over the place - yes, I mean ALL over. And we thought Chuck was the weird one. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dang, the exam results were bad. I got a C for science, perhaps not the real overall marks but still, its friggin low! And I passed my malay. (phew) How shameful it would be if I didn't. Then, english I did quite good this time, which is the only good news for the day other than sitting behind someone sulking throughout class. (sighs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puzzle pieces shouldn't be scattered.&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing our asses off one day,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; blowing each other off the next.&lt;br /&gt;Now who do you think is to be blamed, my friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-3004234551491913472?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3004234551491913472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=3004234551491913472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3004234551491913472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/3004234551491913472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-2008.html' title='Hari Raya 2008'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SPNItCCoQTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MRTYEGHuvB4/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-6776404272932735353</id><published>2008-10-07T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:20:56.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SOw_fUm66uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-PnJlINBAsA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254644672574974690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SOw_fUm66uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-PnJlINBAsA/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's Wednesday - and you know what that means. Exams are almost over! I've only left my Science and Art tomorrow. Not to mention this is my first time actually studying Art because we need to memorize the theories and terms. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bummed out about Hari Raya outing with the other kids this year. Since their schedules are full throughout the month with their own plans, we had no choice but to combine all the Sec 2Es out together for Hari Raya. And the bad part is? There's going to be like, 20 people in malay traditional clothes going on the same bus and probably some making a nuisence at other's houses. Thank god, my house is like, in Kallang. Anyone who would like to come all the way here just to get extra money? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just received awesome news that Dee-A plans to buy the A7x concert tickets next week with me. If I'm not wrong, students are given a little discount. And with Dee-A's membership card to reduce the price lower? Oh, what a save-up! Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;I know some of the kids from my school are going too, as word got around, you know. I know some of you bought the tix already and I can't wait to see you guys there (even if I may not know you). Feel free to be me and Dee-A's moshing buddies. Just don't hit me too much, I don't really like it, people rubbing on my boobs and smacking my butt in there - if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PS: I think Kai Lin a.k.a Dancing Sheep did a great job on this skin. What a genius. Just giving her extra credit if she happens to stumble in my blog. Thanks for providing us with this skin! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-6776404272932735353?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6776404272932735353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=6776404272932735353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6776404272932735353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/6776404272932735353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-wednesday.html' title='Hey Wednesday!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SOw_fUm66uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-PnJlINBAsA/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-7613827535056282452</id><published>2008-10-07T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:22:34.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The clock strikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since there's not much time as I have to take a good bath right now and cook myself something for dinner, I just wanna drop by and wish ya'll muslims out there (even though its a little late but not too late) a bigg-o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, yeah. I wish all the kids at my school all the luck there is in the world for whatever exams they're taking right now. And since its such a festive month, &lt;em&gt;forgive &amp;amp; forget&lt;/em&gt; - can we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7613827535056282452?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7613827535056282452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7613827535056282452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7613827535056282452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7613827535056282452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/clock-strikes.html' title='The clock strikes.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-5482332316139757076</id><published>2008-09-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:30:34.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SN3Npl3EsFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d67V1_vUXVQ/s1600-h/a7x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250578855005302866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SN3Npl3EsFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d67V1_vUXVQ/s200/a7x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; 24th October 2008 - Max Pavillion - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said to you guys that A7x wasn't one of my bands that I'd kiss shit for but hey, you can't pass up a hardcore band with hot tattooed guys(referring to the one at the most extreme left of the pic), right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to update for a while now because of the upcoming exams which starts next week. (gasp) I can't wait to get it over and done with. Especially math. I hope I don't get another friggin' F9.&lt;br /&gt;Whooh, this few months there's gonna be a few lineups. My datebook will be filled each day with whatever craps. And to my dear seniors, all the best for your Os! I'm gonna have to start studying like you guys. (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, October is always the most important month, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh I can't wait till all these school stuffs is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's a concert for me to go to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sleepovers and acting like a celebrity again...&lt;br /&gt;Shopping &amp;amp; non-stop "CaFun"...&lt;br /&gt;Something to put in my blog since I haven't been going out lately...&lt;br /&gt;I can BREATHE again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets just hope the results would be worth having the fun after that. :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-5482332316139757076?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5482332316139757076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=5482332316139757076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5482332316139757076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/5482332316139757076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-midst-of-boredom.html' title='In the midst of boredom.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SN3Npl3EsFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d67V1_vUXVQ/s72-c/a7x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-8537144937745128753</id><published>2008-09-22T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:12:33.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, blog looks &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; better. Even though it still sucks. Time for a personal blog skin. Oh, I'm sure I'll get &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; to do it for me since I'm not really an expert in these. That &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; will surely do it for me - since she'll get &lt;strong&gt;paid&lt;/strong&gt; anyway ehh? Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SNex1i2dUWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8qoerSdVItE/s1600-h/ICARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248859424170004834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SNex1i2dUWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8qoerSdVItE/s320/ICARE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday, I did something really awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out in my school's "ICARE" project where we had to visit one of the low-class people living in Marsiling Block 3 to paint/clean their house. See, told you it was &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; - get it? I can hear Dee's words now, "Oh my god. Seb has over-taught her in the rules of being nice." &lt;em&gt;(rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hey, the situation gives a knock on your head, you know? Like, we should really appreciate whatever shits we have no matter how crappy it gets. There are people who have it worse than us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, enough about that. Have you guys heard?&lt;strong&gt; AVENGED SEVENFOLD is coming to Singapore!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(screams)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pity those who wanna go but can't due to certain reasons. It's really worth watching. Especially if you're a big fan of 'em and like, wanna feel the sensation of moshing - which could hurt and suck really bad. I had my experience, dear friends and its &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; pleasant. But fun in a rough way I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be getting the tix soon, mostly during October after Hari Raya since then we'll all have cash and we can start being a wee bit rebellious again - despite this month which is like FASTING. Oh my god, we're left with like a week or so and we're done people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Readers, I'm saying this for the last time - &lt;strong&gt;I will never do links&lt;/strong&gt;. Please, links trouble me a lot the last time I did it. If you want me to visit your blog so much, just let me know your URL and I'll take it down. Of course, I'd check it out a few times too. Daily reads of you guys out there really make my boredom fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone suggested that I do Vlogs because he thinks that the way I sound when I write would sound more interesting if I said it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly video-cam friendly, especially when it comes to doing it alone. &lt;em&gt;Syok sendiri, kape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8537144937745128753?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8537144937745128753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8537144937745128753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8537144937745128753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8537144937745128753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/09/much-better.html' title='Much better.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SNex1i2dUWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8qoerSdVItE/s72-c/ICARE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-8522089439634822131</id><published>2008-09-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:51:37.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSED UP!</title><content type='html'>Okay guys.&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.45 in the late nighties.&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much i don't have in common with an owl.&lt;br /&gt;So, I know my blogskin is like so messed up right now. It's because I have no mood to re-do it or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So just bear with it for the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start doing it tomorrow, seriously. I can't even open my eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn, it's so ugly, my blogskin i mean. It's so UNORGANIZED. So not me.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i'll just go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Just downloaded a MALAY song. It's not really jiwang but it is a slow song. From the theme song of Jeritan Sepi. Suddenly I felt touched by it, so... yeah. I got a MALAY Song on my phone, idiots. Are you satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to Deeroshey - I know I sent you a testi on FS saying I have a post about me being really nice.. in case i havent posted it before you visit here, pls re-check again. I may post it a bit LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh myyy eeyyyeeess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-8522089439634822131?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8522089439634822131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=8522089439634822131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8522089439634822131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/8522089439634822131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/09/messed-up.html' title='MESSED UP!'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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-6290268820115842702.post-7527692547659219055</id><published>2008-09-18T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:19:19.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SNIYv2KUgeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tf-Kd_Yaw2M/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247283726111769058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SNIYv2KUgeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tf-Kd_Yaw2M/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm thinking of changing my blogskin again. I love doing that. As people say, I get sick of things very easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, found this survey on one of the friendster bulletins. I thought that I'd do it and my first featured friend on my friendster account is none other than Deeroshey - this one's for you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's his/her full name?&lt;br /&gt;- Dewi Nurinda Bte Mohd Ishak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does he or she have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Her prince named Aza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you know a secret about him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- Lots. But some that I might not really know of. Not that I care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is this person older than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. 3 years apart to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Has he/she ever cooked for you?&lt;br /&gt;- Are you serious? She burnt the kitchen once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When was the last time you thought of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- As I am doing this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a nickname for each other?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Dee-Anna Desrosiers, ey? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many times do you talk to this person in a week?&lt;br /&gt;- We normally talk through SMSes or MSN as often as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Why is this person your number one?&lt;br /&gt;- Because she is the best since 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you seen this person cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How long have you known this person?&lt;br /&gt;- Since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever been to the mall with this person?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah! Shopping is our favourite thing to do. When we have money that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever had a sleep with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- We had our little own sleepover party a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you ever moved away would you miss this person?&lt;br /&gt;- Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever given this person something?&lt;br /&gt;- I gave her my money, my concern, my fun, my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever done something really stupid with this person?&lt;br /&gt;- You want to know about one? We closed a pushcart but left the key inside in the end. How the hell are you supposed to lock it then, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever made something with this person?&lt;br /&gt;- Made? Yeah, we made a nuisence in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you fought before?&lt;br /&gt;- Never a serious one. We fight about clothes always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you know everything about this person?&lt;br /&gt;- Everything? Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you know this person's shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess it should be a 6 or 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever worn this person's clothes?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I steal her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever heard this person sing?&lt;br /&gt;- That's what we always do, pretend we're rockstars and sing our lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you and this person ever gotten into a fight that lasted more than 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;- No. And it will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you and this person went clubbing?&lt;br /&gt;- No. Maybe she already did but I haven't. Goddamit, I'm underaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you know how to make this person feel happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolates, money, her prince, concert/gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you and this person talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- We're very very talkative people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you licked this person?&lt;br /&gt;- No. I'm not carnivorous neither am I a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Has this person yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;- YES! But not in an angry kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you love this person?&lt;br /&gt;- I hate her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you want to be with him/her forever?&lt;br /&gt;- Forever seems impossible. But as long as we're alive, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-7527692547659219055?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7527692547659219055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=7527692547659219055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7527692547659219055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/7527692547659219055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance-dance.html' title='Dance, Dance.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SNIYv2KUgeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tf-Kd_Yaw2M/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290268820115842702.post-2790117418138396765</id><published>2008-09-10T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:33:54.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock 'N' Roll, babey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SMegNmA-RXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VKZ7yog6SnY/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244336446499603826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SMegNmA-RXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VKZ7yog6SnY/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorry, I'm not trying to make you feel bad for fasting or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you cook something so tasty yet you can't taste it to make sure it's almost perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would feel totally crappy and that is exactly how I felt yesterday during Home Ec practical test. Like, what the hell right? I would like to apologize to Miss Tracy if it tastes really bad because we're not able to taste it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, my friends have been pastering me to do links and a tagboard. Tagboard is up, people! I won't do links because firstly, I'm lazy and secondly, I don't know what's the use of links when I can remember everyone's blog as they become my daily reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stayed back late today to accompany Diyanah who just wanted to complete her literature holiday homework earlier. I think she would never be able to complete it without me and Sheera's help in giving her little ideas for the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just wasted 1 hour of my art period doing the WRONG thing. And to think I did my best drawing modifications ever. -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How lame is it to have Hari Raya falling on a week where I'm having my EOY examinations? Like, would you bring your math textbook along when visiting people's houses? Of course not. Only a dumbo would do that. I can't wait for exams. Get it over and done with, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Speaking of exams, I better start filling up the blank pages of my History worksheet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290268820115842702-2790117418138396765?l=nikettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2790117418138396765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290268820115842702&amp;postID=2790117418138396765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2790117418138396765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290268820115842702/posts/default/2790117418138396765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikettes.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-n-roll-babey.html' title='Rock &apos;N&apos; Roll, babey.'/><author><name>Belle Threads</name><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/_GsnJcSTSHg0/SMegNmA-RXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VKZ7yog6SnY/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
