<?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-4138345403935100627</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:58:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baobao!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-2334130163284725412</id><published>2008-04-08T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:24:27.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reveal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oXgJSqRII/AAAAAAAAAlc/DqJ47LPCcPg/s1600-h/Photo+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oXgJSqRII/AAAAAAAAAlc/DqJ47LPCcPg/s200/Photo+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186483761887986818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from hotel room. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how clear the skies are here. And how flat land is. Those little buildings there, that's downtown. About 20km away. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oXxpSqRKI/AAAAAAAAAls/HaJ0nj6lIgI/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oXxpSqRKI/AAAAAAAAAls/HaJ0nj6lIgI/s200/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186484062535697570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the road! Okay yeah, like obviously. It's averagely about 5 deg Celcius here. Guessed where I am yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Canada! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, my mom and my dad gave my sister a surprise! Right in the middle of her exam period. Haha. So poor thing right? Now she can't concentrate properly. Well, no fret! We'll be out of Winnipeg in no time! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been travelling time for me, I'm leaving for Toronto tomorrow. Hopefully Niagara Falls! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick ever since I came here. I had a cough, mostly from crying too much. Then I've been having this irritating runny nose. Especially cause the tissue here is so rough, my nose goes all bloody. Haha. At nights especially, I have a fever. I didn't bring a thermometer, but I felt the heat coming out of the body so fast. It's so hot under that comforter. Haha. And so cold without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'd like to tell you something about strawberries. So we went to the superstore one day, and the first thing I saw was this big box of strawberries, CND$5.86. They were so fresh and so red laah. But it was like really alot. 1.8kg. So sadly, we didn't buy it. However, we continued on walking around the store, and those red strawberries appeared almost every corner. Waaah, I was super tempted! You know me and strawberries. So we just had to buy it! =D Hehe. It's all finished now, 3 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is finally shopping day! We haven't gone to the mall since we came. Do you believe that? Haha. It's 7.40am here, by the way. So yepp! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the temperature, it's getting hotter by the day. Let me tell you, clothes bought in Canada, should be worn in Canada. I mean, sometimes. There's this one long black sleeved shirt I bought in Whistler, it can last me in 6 deg Celcius. Cool, huh? I can wear the same shirt in Singapore. Indoors lah. It'll be too hot outside. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should wash up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a picture of me, outside the door of the mosque. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That white thing on the floor is snow. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oXgZSqRJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/qPU9WO9lY5Q/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oXgZSqRJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/qPU9WO9lY5Q/s200/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186483766182954130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-2334130163284725412?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/2334130163284725412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=2334130163284725412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2334130163284725412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2334130163284725412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/04/reveal.html' title='reveal!'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oXgJSqRII/AAAAAAAAAlc/DqJ47LPCcPg/s72-c/Photo+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6573191392618298458</id><published>2008-04-07T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:35:40.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>Okay, I decided to put the old posts back in here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're in the archives. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-6573191392618298458?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6573191392618298458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6573191392618298458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6573191392618298458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6573191392618298458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4169223235170985184</id><published>2008-04-06T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:33:09.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>np pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oUZJSqRGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9i_lxj-qvxM/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oUZJSqRGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9i_lxj-qvxM/s200/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186480343094019170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Sunrise at NP. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-4169223235170985184?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4169223235170985184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4169223235170985184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4169223235170985184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4169223235170985184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/04/np-pic.html' title='np pic'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R_oUZJSqRGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9i_lxj-qvxM/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-597636847295479819</id><published>2008-04-05T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:31:20.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooots</title><content type='html'>Jet lag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really hate laaah. It's so irritating. Hehe. Come on, 15 hours difference? Yeaah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Good thing there's free internet! (: Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;p&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-597636847295479819?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/597636847295479819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=597636847295479819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/597636847295479819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/597636847295479819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooots.html' title='ooots'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1904531754229993604</id><published>2008-04-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:14:47.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing in action</title><content type='html'>Now this is MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days, and I shall keep you in suspense. Haha. OKay maybe I'm not as happy as I sound right now. But I'm still trying to enjoy life as it is. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you can't get me by my phone. Either phones. But if you do call, you'll here a manly voice. Yes Hana's gone lowww. Low low low. Okay stop it. Get that song out of your head. :D Haha. Yes it's diverted, to my dearest beloved. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots have been happening right now. And I have yet to blog about NPSU FO Camp too. I have alot of time right now. So it doesn't hurt doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first day. It was a disappointment. I had a lot to complain about. I didn't enjoy much. I didn't mingle much too. That was one reason. Reason #2 was because I kept my phone for safe-keeping on that day. I only got it back at 3 in the morning. I was having such a bad time lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #2, some of my groupmates left camp cause they were too fed up with the whole situation. But I stayed on! Oh yeah I glad I did. It was fun laah. We had dirty station games all. And i think my voice stays on for a long time, yeah. When everyone lost theirs, I still have mine. Rather coarse, but I still can shout. (: That's what 4 years of NJRC Cheer team does to a person. OKay, me. Haha. At night it was a bit down for me, personal issues. I hope that's all left behind yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent that night crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay. On the 2nd day morning, I woke up about 7.30, or 8 around there, and I had a little glimpse outside the sports hall. And omggg! I simply loved the sunrise. But okay, at that time I missed quite alot of it. So on the 3rd day morning, I woke up super early cause #1, I couldn't sleep well. And #2, I wanted to catch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few pictures of it in my phone, I'll upload it later. (: Much later, maybe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise all alone, it was nice lah. But soon after my groupmates joined me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day activites were boring, but I got more friendly! Haha. So yeah la. There were 6 MCM people in my group, more than enough to create a havoc. Haha. MCM + ECH = total chaos. Haha. Anyway that means mass comms and early childhood. Haha. High crazy people! (: And I looove the mass dance laah. Though I'm abit scared of my dance partner that was randomly chosen. Haha. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They was this war game. I got angry laah. Hana being Hana, that's me when things just get out of control and stuff. Especially when people get hurt and all. I was screaming and shouting. And about 200 people? Haha. There was about 750 people in total that turned up for the camp, anyway. So, get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then! Campfire! Haha high high! I was like one of the few that remembered the cheers like from the beginning to the end. And that small girl to lead. And you knowwww. There was one time I had to teach the group, of 120 people at the grandstand. So I stood at the nearest step to the first row, then they complained I was too near and their ears were hurting. Then I moved down one, they complained I was too short! Hahaa. OKay yeah. Story of how short I am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wow Hana is good at making herself high even though she isn't at this moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Campfire we cheered and cheered. And at a random note, I love Firah! ((: Haha. And okay that night! I didn't sleep at all. For fear of getting my face drawn or colgate-ed. Haha. Yeah NPSU had that tradition. If anyone slept on the last night, they would have their faces or hands or anyway drawn on by markers. Haha. But sometimes, they go colgate. I was scared of that. So I didn't sleep! I stayed with my group and played games, sing song, told stories, everything. Haha. It was cool! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #4. Everyone got sad. Yeah it was sad. But I didn't cry. That was even sadder. =( I don't want to talk about that yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I didn't sleep right, so that was when my days of horror began. I couldn't differentiate between reality and lala-land. Up until now. I still can't believe I'm really where I am. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with my love, got even more dirty, played games, and I slept. But I was still having a hard time. Lala land? Reality? When I got home on Sunday I slept. The next day, lala land? reality? I was stupid laaah. Really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened. But I seemed to have slept alot. Really alot. It was hard. All the way till Wednesday. Barged into someone's house. Still blur. The next day, still blur, means crying and crying nonstop. Until I have a cough right now. A flu, headache. It is sooo bad. Life wasn't getting any easier. I wanted to die. Really die. I still do? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a Thursday? Was even blurrer. My Mom quit work? I don't know lah really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know more? I'll update again soon. Don't worry. I have a lot of time on my hands. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not going for the FMS FO Camp. Or the Induction. And hopefully not the first day of school. So, yeah. That's me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still in love with Syamil. Nobody can stop me from that. He's mine and only mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay ta!&lt;p&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1904531754229993604?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1904531754229993604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1904531754229993604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1904531754229993604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1904531754229993604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/04/missing-in-action.html' title='missing in action'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-5535194900189912134</id><published>2008-03-23T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:36:22.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just feel like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R-Xb6pSqRDI/AAAAAAAAAkw/D-tbnGEPpK4/s1600-h/28092007%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R-Xb6pSqRDI/AAAAAAAAAkw/D-tbnGEPpK4/s200/28092007%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180788746922640434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Random. Times when I was still in uniform. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like blogging today. Syamil's off in camp, so I've got nothing to do right now. Haha. It is a Sunday, and my father's not bringing us anywhere! (Maybe cause I've yet to bathe, at 12.30pm.) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma stayed over for the weekend, she's going back home today. It was nice to be with her. It has been a long time, really. Haha. And she cleaned my room! Okay, even before she came, I already cleaned my room. That means, my definition of clean is different from hers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on holiday, gaining weight and spending money like nobody's business. Haha. I've started to wear M-sized clothes. It's scary I tell you. School better start fast. I have to stop eating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, I got camp this Wednesday! Haha. 5 days not at home. I'm sooo looking forward to it laaah. It's been really, really long since I went to a camp. The most recent one was 1921. Haha. Which was last year in June. Haha. Yeaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway darling, can we go up the Singapore Flyer tomorrow? Hehe. I've been wanting to go up that thing since it started building! And I can even see it from somewhere near Tampines Rd. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging's getting boring. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause life's getting boring? Naah. Just less things to share. Hehe. No more that small girl so interested and amused by everything in life. Haha. Maybe when I go to somewhere new, do something new, then I'll blog. Yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-5535194900189912134?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/5535194900189912134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=5535194900189912134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5535194900189912134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5535194900189912134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-feel-like-it.html' title='just feel like it'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R-Xb6pSqRDI/AAAAAAAAAkw/D-tbnGEPpK4/s72-c/28092007%28006%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-5132424942825618814</id><published>2008-03-04T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:01:30.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wwooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R81fWWfJbHI/AAAAAAAAAko/f9JUNgUQkSc/s1600-h/Photo+2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R81fWWfJbHI/AAAAAAAAAko/f9JUNgUQkSc/s200/Photo+2904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173896384516549746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no recent picture, so it's an old picture! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love. This is how it feels. And I'm feeling it at the age of 17. Oh wait, 16 actually. Haha. I am still young. But I know this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels wrong, but being with you is the perfect thing that has ever happened. Sacrifices that I'll never regret. Happiness that is hard to find. True, we fight everyday. But somehow, by some way, things will be better just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so. It's the 4th of March. Time flies. Haha. I've been saying that over and over again. Hmm, I'm still alive, and not doing anything currently. My current occupation: Girlfriend. =) Hehee. If there isnt a such occupation, I've just created one. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that uncle said to me, "For just being his girlfriend, you get this." Some token from an exhibition. Hehe. Good things come after time yeah. Aah I'm smiling over and over again. Heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can school start faster? Or at least just some camps? Hehe. I'm getting real bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't be surprised if you haven't seen me for a long time. I've grown fat. Especially around the face. It's getting obvious. Omg! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-5132424942825618814?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/5132424942825618814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=5132424942825618814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5132424942825618814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5132424942825618814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/03/wwooooo.html' title='wwooooo'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R81fWWfJbHI/AAAAAAAAAko/f9JUNgUQkSc/s72-c/Photo+2904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1923915252587608278</id><published>2008-02-22T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:42:12.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R75rpwWZcYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2__W2UJxx8M/s1600-h/3964253633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R75rpwWZcYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2__W2UJxx8M/s200/3964253633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169687787365560706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volkswagen Beetle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have that car some time in my life. My dream car. It costs a bomb though. Shall work towards it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking at this year's cut off points for the polytechnics, I mean for my batch, and I just realised that the competition for the course I went in was really tough. Thank god, a miracle happened. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polytechnic.edu.sg/jaeappeal2008/Courses.aspx"&gt;Check this out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda cool actually. The psychology courses beats everything else. Even the biomedical sciences. And media courses are really popular. It's seen better with all in one list rather than it being cramped together in a book. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all ready for school now! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my dad woke me up go to Funan with him. He wanted to get himself a new laptop. But there was no stock or something, then we didn't get anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I saw and tried the latest edition MacBook. Get this: Mine is version 10.4.11. And the newest one is version 10.5. And there this really BIG difference. The keyboard's different, the shortcuts are different. I shall blame iLife '08. The ad for me to upgrade to that is getting irritating though. Well, my dad did ask me to get that new MacBook for school. *jumps for joy!* And this time, I'm going to invest in my own laptop cover as well as garskin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, did nothing. And I am just pestering my dad to get me a new phone. Haha. I shall stop my changing phone habit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother was pestering me to order pizza for him. I just refused! Hehe. Then his girlfriend told me she ordered for him. Grr. I have a spoilt brother! Hehe. So yeaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody bored. Shall find something to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I will always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1923915252587608278?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1923915252587608278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1923915252587608278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1923915252587608278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1923915252587608278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/02/dream-car.html' title='dream car'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R75rpwWZcYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2__W2UJxx8M/s72-c/3964253633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-3940503934697520038</id><published>2008-02-20T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:44:45.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s. i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R7xFlQWZcWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Gxg6r0hG_c4/s1600-h/ps_i_love_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R7xFlQWZcWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Gxg6r0hG_c4/s200/ps_i_love_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169082978660872546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I F**KING WANT MY BOOK BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it back to me if you're holding on to a P.S. I Love You book that doesn't belong to you. ok? You better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, I watched the movie. I was crying nonstop. It was really sad, but the situation was already sad, so yeah. I love the person I was watching it with even more than the movie though. (: Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on with something mushy, I shall update about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, we got our posting results. I feel a bit shy to say it out loud though. Haha. I got into masscomms at NP. (: Anybody going there too? I haven't found anyone yet. Hehe. Well almost none of my friends got into the same course as each other. Haha. It's good to make new friends too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, I've basically given up on it. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have basically nothing much to do now until school starts. In about one month plus time. We'll see how things go. Haha. Much more shopping, I guess. =D I should save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaah. Class gathering. 1st of March. Is that okay? I don't think anyone will come here and voice their opinions though. Haha. So message me or call me or anything. Yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New life, new beginning, let's do it all over again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright to everyone else, you can stop reading now. It's getting mushy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Syamil Bin Bueari. Never did I expect us to be together until today when I first got together with you 4 years ago. Yesterday marked our 45th month since we fell in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*omg you always call whenever I want to write something about you here. i shall concentrate on doing this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the littlest fights, to the biggest fights we never imagined, we are still here, standing strong, holding on to each other. Because of that strong bond, strong love between us. Never do I want to be away with you. Never do I want to leave you. I will never survive without you. Never will I want to try that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both changed so much during these adolescence years. We are still changing, but still adapting to each other. I really just want to get married to you now. It'll just make everything easier. OKay, except for the financial stuff. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest, I love you with all my heart, I love you with all my soul. Our hearts are together as one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aaah you're threatening me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I can't finish a mushy post. Hehe. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R7xFlwWZcXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pqR5YLVNFAY/s1600-h/CIMG1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R7xFlwWZcXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pqR5YLVNFAY/s200/CIMG1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169082987250807154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-3940503934697520038?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/3940503934697520038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=3940503934697520038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3940503934697520038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3940503934697520038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='p.s. i love you'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R7xFlQWZcWI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Gxg6r0hG_c4/s72-c/ps_i_love_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-5962574638624592279</id><published>2008-02-08T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:05:01.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't survive another day without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-5962574638624592279?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/5962574638624592279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=5962574638624592279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5962574638624592279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5962574638624592279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-survive-another-day-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-364682187019175529</id><published>2008-02-07T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:17:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6chZvhJEEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nVyLWcSDj8U/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6chZvhJEEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nVyLWcSDj8U/s200/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163132223939481666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current wallpaper. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies, it's already February 2008. I don't even realise how much I've changed. I'm no more that school girl. Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be back to school before you know it, yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mention to me about work, okay. I don't like it anymore. I just get angrier each day thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, being religious is good. Good things come out of it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I miss you so much can? I can't survive today. What more for any other days to come? Come back quick ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm not working. Hmm, I would have killed myself already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok. I love you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-364682187019175529?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/364682187019175529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=364682187019175529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/364682187019175529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/364682187019175529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6chZvhJEEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nVyLWcSDj8U/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4358661476850937263</id><published>2008-02-04T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:18:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6XoWvhJEDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2LfmjHCOXuM/s1600-h/DSC01320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6XoWvhJEDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2LfmjHCOXuM/s200/DSC01320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162788025260380210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's getting emotional. I'm sorry that I have just gone to all those blogs and read those sweet things about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, Yoges. Omg theyre really sweet okay. Yes yes, I miss everyone too. We will meet each other again ok? And yes, my phone number is still the same and I'm always one call away. And ah, if anyone is looking for the class video I made during Graduation Day, it's on my multiply. The file was too big for me to upload it to youtube. So, visit www.multiply.com/hanadiyana91!&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/4138345403935100627-4358661476850937263?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4358661476850937263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4358661476850937263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4358661476850937263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4358661476850937263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-emo.html' title='getting emo'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6XoWvhJEDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2LfmjHCOXuM/s72-c/DSC01320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-5444677350836248208</id><published>2008-02-02T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:13:14.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6RLpvhJECI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ioxBWqw8yTY/s1600-h/CIMG1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6RLpvhJECI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ioxBWqw8yTY/s200/CIMG1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162334253375623202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Comments? Haha, we look so unglam. And sorry yeah girls. It's taking so long for me to send out those photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am slowly getting to know what I want to do in future. No more doctor, yeah? It's not that I'm giving up on that dream, it's just that, let's be more realistic. Business and management kind of thing is more me, right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I start thinking, it seems that I am throwing away my life. I've been busy making money, busy thinking of what lies ahead of me. I am 16 going on 17, and I seem to be making alot of ambitious goals. I'd love to achieve them. For example, getting my own personal car by 20. It is possible, of course. But with a lot of effort. Or even, getting my Masters by 24. Possible? Of course. And then get married by 25. That seems to be the hardest to follow, actually. With this kind of economy, and life and everything, I think it'll be rather hard for me to get married. But yes, with money, anything can happen. You know how? I can fly anywhere anytime I want, and come back to marry my Syamil. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't know what part of the world's timing I'm following now. My sleep times, my eating times are all over the place. I'm working again tonight. Night shift is getting cool these days. Haha. But there are those bad times, working in the F&amp;amp;B industry. I think I'm like becoming the acting Supervisor. I want my pay quick can? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And I just bought a new bag! Spent about $50 yesterday. I conclude that anybody who leaves me in town alone is guilty of letting me spend my money. Haha. I bought new pumps, a bag and a tshirt. =D I am really getting brand-conscious too. Alert alert! That must get out of my head. I want get those Levi's jeans. OMG! I should stop. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's 7pm. I've got work at 9! I should bathe. Haha. I think I lack of sleep, actually. Ohwells, let's hope I'm not doing morning shift on Monday. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need to get on an airplane FAST. Those stewards and stewardesses and pilots I see everyday are tempting me. And those stories about everywhere around the world. New Zealand? Canada? Hong Kong? Shanghai? Practically everywhere lah eh. Hehe. I need to get OUT. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. And you, Muhammad Syamil Bin Bueari, I love you! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-5444677350836248208?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/5444677350836248208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=5444677350836248208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5444677350836248208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5444677350836248208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/02/ooo.html' title='ooo'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R6RLpvhJECI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ioxBWqw8yTY/s72-c/CIMG1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1090866430144203453</id><published>2008-01-31T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:21:38.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>points</title><content type='html'>1. No picture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my results, no comments about it. Let's all pray that I'll get into the course I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm still working at the same old place. And sleeping like a pig when I'm not. Take this, 12 hours of sleep per day. Today, I got my butt off the bed to get on the computer to update this. And realised, there isnt much a need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am lost in the working world. Friends are gone to i-dont-know-where. I don't even see Khairani anymore, though we work at the same place, same outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss them fucking loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am enjoying work, but I have yet found the time to go shopping. Those many hours of working has its outcome right..? So yeah. (: Maybe, after CNY, where everything is stabilized and more staff come in. Okay? No more strong girl. I am slowly getting sick of "sayaang! come here and help me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need my one and only sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I need someone to give me a good enough reason for me to stop working too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm catching movies tomorrow. Wherever it may be, as long as I can reach work at 10pm. I shall survive on coffees yeah? There's a reason why I work at COFFEE CLUB. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1090866430144203453?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1090866430144203453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1090866430144203453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1090866430144203453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1090866430144203453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/01/points.html' title='points'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6528791084629344588</id><published>2008-01-20T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:38:45.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R5LVU32wYKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-84aWoOiKDc/s1600-h/CIMG1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R5LVU32wYKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-84aWoOiKDc/s200/CIMG1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157419077860352162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a random picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay firstly. Has anyone seen my book? P.S. I Love You by Cecilia Ahern. The last I remember is lending it to a classmate, then it being passed around. And somehow it's missing now? I want it back can? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly. I must remember to bring my camera wherever I go. I seem to always forget it these days. Come on lah Hana, your new camera is smaller ok? So must bring. You see, I have this thing against camera phones. So a digital camera is still the best. =D Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are my days? I've been working. Slowly getting tired of it. I am enjoying work, but at times it just gets me angry. I love all my BABIs at work, they are the greatest. Yep, we call each other BABI. We don't sensor our words over there. Hehe. I am contemplating whether to quit or not, and when to quit. It may be hard labour, but I enjoy it. Listening to French, German, Japanese, Spanish, almost every accent. And saying 'ITADAKIMASU' to the Japanese after serving the food. And looking at their impressions. And listening to their stories of travelling here and there. It's fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, was the first time I did a night shift. I worked from 10pm till 8am the next morning. And I survived! Haha. It was cool actually. But I slept in the bus back home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 18th January 2008.&lt;br /&gt;A day I will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely date. Being religious too. It was nice, to be going out and stopping by the mosque to pray, before going anywhere else. It was cool, when my mother called, and I said "I'm with him," and stopped her naggings. Finding out nightlife at esplanade, for the first time. Haha! I don't think I want to go back there. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my darling. Even if I am officially or unofficially with you. Even if you're not with me. Even if everyone is against us. Even if all your friends hate me. Even if all other problems prevent us from being together. I will always love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, all day working. Haha. It was fun though. 15 hours nonstop. Woots! Haha. But nearing the night, I got pissed. Cause well the manager that was with me throughout the day was as crazy as me. But then at night he went home, a new manager came, and another manager came, and put more pressure on me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager 1: Hana, you doing bar is it? Okok go do!&lt;br /&gt;Manager 2: Eh since when she do bar? She part-timer don't need to learn what.&lt;br /&gt;(at this point I was going to smack him like PAK!)&lt;br /&gt;Manager 1: Don't know lah. Manager 3 asked her to learn maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Manager 2: Eh Hana, Manager 3 ask you to learn bar is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah yah. (I was busy making drinks and stuff. It was full house.)&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;Manager 2: Hana! I need you on the floor! (means to be a waitress and takes orders from customers and stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I'm doing bar! And you have enough people doing that already what! (I was almost screaming at that point.)&lt;br /&gt;Manager 2: But you see, you think they all can be used? All the people can be used are at the wrong places. (points at them.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (i went on complaining about my shirt being ruined due to chocolate sauce and syrups and coffee and stuff. but still went on to do the floor to keep his mouth shut.)&lt;br /&gt;Manager 1: HANA! What you doing there? You're supposed to be doing bar!&lt;br /&gt;(I looked at the clock.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's 10.55pm. Can I go now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stomped off without even getting their permission. Let me tell you, Saturday nights at the airport is horror. There are people everywhere. Restaurants are always full, everything. The situation was very tensed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, later that night, Manager 1 asked me, "were you angry at me?" I was like HA-HA. I wasn't angry at them lah actually. I could put myself into their shoes, and being all confused and everything. I understand. I guess 15 hours just was too much, especially with people ordering me around. Doing it my way, I would be fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana will always be Hana. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my BABIs. Oh yeah, on top of that, I may feel guilty if I quit work. Cause practically more than half of the staff there are still under training. So hooray to all! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up about work Hana. It's off day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(someone just called me to take over her for work today. 11am till 12.30am.) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I need my sleep. Heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone come over to my house to swim today? I want to go swimming, but I've got no friend. Please? Come over to my house kay? I will love you many2! Hehee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm hungry. GOne!&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/4138345403935100627-6528791084629344588?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6528791084629344588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6528791084629344588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6528791084629344588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6528791084629344588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/01/dying.html' title='dying?'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R5LVU32wYKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/-84aWoOiKDc/s72-c/CIMG1302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4652888592460471079</id><published>2008-01-13T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:53:15.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R4mOwH2wYJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IBO2AW6S4JI/s1600-h/CIMG1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R4mOwH2wYJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IBO2AW6S4JI/s400/CIMG1396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154808205895819410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on 5th January 2008. Those were the Ex-Riversidians that came back during the Sec One Orientation Camp, the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to blog since a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on 3 days MC, thus I have time. (: Yes I have been sick. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the last I updated was the 4th of January, about the school withdrawal symptoms. Haha. I guess right now, I'm over that. Ever since the campfire. Yes yes. I shall blog about that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that Saturday, I went out of my house super early, and went to some school at Yishun first. Lol. Then went to have lunch, then went to Riverside for the CCA Open House. I came rather late, didnt catch any performance. So I just walked around with dearest Angel. I miss her loads ok? Yeah then learnt that RS dance. So it figures, that when I'm older, I learn dance much easier. Not like last time, it took years for me to get the steps right. Haha. Look what intensive "clubbing" has done to me. Hahaa! No I don't go clubbing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, actually after dinner, I went on shouting. Haha. It has been a long time since I shouted. So it's okay right? I'm sorry my dear juniors if I ruined anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then campfire. Alright it was rather boring for us alumnis. Well, I got really emotional. Not just because of missing school, but also the past. I was getting real sad, but I did get rather hyper. Hehe. Then more emotional things came. Yeah those people up there saw me cry. Ok it was real dark, maybe they didn't. Dearest Yong Lin did. It was sad okay. Yeah alright, I don't wish to go on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's 5th January. The days that went on after that, I really felt possessed. I felt as if it wasn't me at all. I worked like crazy shit. I slept only 3 hours a night, kind of thing. That is completely not me. Yes, that explains not blogging for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not remember that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are those times that I was saved, so that I won't be drowned by this unknown feeling. That unknown Hana. When I broke down and cry, singing and crying at the same time. You were there, as always. Like you have always been. For these past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 11th January. Was my best day of 2008. Despite me falling real sick, despite the tiredness, despite the sleepiness, it was just great. Haha like the nurse said "always bring friends when visiting a doctor." Haha! When everyone was feeling super hot, I was shivering like one kind. Thank you for you jacket. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing pool, and a super long bus trip. Yes, that's on Amir's blog. Haha. That happened in the first hour of the bus ride. Then rest was spend on Encik Amir's and Encik Syamil's and Cik Hana's confessions. Haha. Okay I don't know what that meant. But yeahh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday was a movie outing with him. =) Then I got really sick again. I mean until I couldn't walk kind of stage. Was really in pain. Then tried to eat, couldn't eat much. So we took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Muhammad Syamil Bin Bueari met my parents. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those are my days. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, should I feel guilty? Everyone reads my blog. And some people know what I've been up to. And some don't. Thus I shall be ready for spammers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm gone for now.&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/4138345403935100627-4652888592460471079?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4652888592460471079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4652888592460471079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4652888592460471079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4652888592460471079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/01/yo-man.html' title='yo man!'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R4mOwH2wYJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IBO2AW6S4JI/s72-c/CIMG1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-7168151313758531694</id><published>2008-01-04T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:25:14.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R3pOUH2wYEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SPT_Z4EIyzE/s1600-h/CuzsZoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R3pOUH2wYEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SPT_Z4EIyzE/s200/CuzsZoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150515231464644674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008! Haha. Yeah I'm like very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those people up there okay? 8 of us cousins. And yeah we're all girls. And the pictures proves that poor eyesight is hereditary. Haha. I'm wearing lenses, by the way. It still counts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any new year's resolutions? I didn't even have time to think it over. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been trying to upload more pictures to blogger to publish, but somehow it just fails. So wait a little longer for more unique photos. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been fine. Except for recently, I guess. Bumps here and there. Because of a big mistake that I made. Ohwells, that's all forgotten. Time to move on, yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I'm excited for tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, I'm actually suffering from withdrawal symptoms. No I didn't quit smoking or drugs. Withdrawal symptoms from school. I mean after 10 years of schooling, I'm actually not in school even after school reopened. Especially when my last 4 years was spent devoted my life to school. My mind was in school. School. School. Almost nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I don't have that anymore. I'm searching for a meaning in life. No more school. What do I have? I'm not liking work that much anymore. It makes my blood boil. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that means, i miss school. Like aLOT. Really aLOT. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm excited to go to school tomorrow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I should have agreed in staying overnight. I mean for the camp, staying over and all. It's okay, I wouldn't have any friends anyway if I did. Haha. Oh yeaaah! I'll be seeing all (ok it's some) of you people tomorrow! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all of that, it's youuuu. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall try to sleep yeah? I have been having lack of sleep. Heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-7168151313758531694?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/7168151313758531694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=7168151313758531694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7168151313758531694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7168151313758531694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2008/04/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R3pOUH2wYEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SPT_Z4EIyzE/s72-c/CuzsZoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-2013429972955453125</id><published>2007-12-29T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:15:07.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies</title><content type='html'>Woots~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I blogged. Had a sudden urge, so here I am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my shopping spree is ending soon. 14 out of 16 days already. Which also means that my sister is leaving soon. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has been flying really, really, really fast. Days full of fun and laughter. Lame jokes, laughing at stupid actions. Haha. I love my family alot ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost count on how many times me and my sister went to orchard. Or even Sentosa. Or east coast. Or Vivo City. We have been going out almost every single day. Especially those days that I'm not working. I'm really glad that for the last week that she's here, I'm not working! =D Well, I told the manager(s) that I am going to be the tour guide for my sister anyway. So they shall understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how many things have I bought so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just name a few. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CAMERA! (((:&lt;br /&gt;- speakers!&lt;br /&gt;- a Nike bag!&lt;br /&gt;- A MANCHESTER UNITED JERSEY!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;- a new watch!&lt;br /&gt;- slippers!&lt;br /&gt;- necklaces!&lt;br /&gt;- artificial flowers which are super duper pretty!&lt;br /&gt;- finally a dustbin for my room! lol.&lt;br /&gt;- Ferragamo perfume! *strawberry!*&lt;br /&gt;- and loads and loads and loads of clothes&lt;br /&gt;which include:&lt;br /&gt;. countless tshirts&lt;br /&gt;. 2 dress for Mango&lt;br /&gt;. white jeans! =)&lt;br /&gt;. a very funny looking suspenders! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more, I think. Haha. I forgot already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Christmas sales! =D Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ouh, whatever I got is about half of what my sister got. Haha. It's okay. She doesn't come by Singapore anytime she wants to. So it is understandable. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah! Did I mention I went to the zoo? Hehe. There was 8 of us cousins in total. All girls. Hehe. Yeahhh. And then got up the cable car, and went up the skyride. And the next day, me and my sister and brother and father went down the luge! Hehee. Ehhh! Come to think of it, I got all that for free. =D Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my family, and my extended family, I seem to have neglected my boyfriend(s). Hehee. Yes, my laptop, iPod, and all that. Hehee. And my girlfriends too! Aaah. I miss you all soo the much! Shall get together one day okay?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update pictures next time. There are simply too much of them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Get external hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2008 is coming! Whoaaa. Omg. results too. Hahaa. Shall not think about it okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall be gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spree, the continuation? Who knows. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-2013429972955453125?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/2013429972955453125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=2013429972955453125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2013429972955453125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2013429972955453125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-flies.html' title='time flies'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-8864415801744845344</id><published>2007-12-19T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:33:10.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R2ib1H2wYDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NghnMn2efnA/s1600-h/P1100083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R2ib1H2wYDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NghnMn2efnA/s200/P1100083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533911214874674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that pretty? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are nice. But being the lazy me, I bought myself fake flowers yesterday. I have yet to take pictures of them, which was added to my collection of the previous 2 roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have started to get grumpy at home. All I felt like doing was just breakdown and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I held it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I am feeling now. It's confusing, I don't even know what I'm feeling. I don't know if it's anger, sadness, happiness, love, something is just missing. I still feel like dying. And I feel my smiles are forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my smile back. Why did you take it with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you,&lt;/span&gt; thank you for your efforts of making me smile again. Time and time again, you have been there, to make sure I'm smiling more than ever. Thank you very much. However, no one can ever make me smile the way that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; did. I'm still trying to accept the fact that he can never make me smile like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Hana. Just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the heavenly ketupats and rendangs awaiting for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Christmas treats. Plus the zoo trip! Haha. But I still have yet to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks. I wonder if it will still be airing in January. Hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh. I'm working again this weekend. Plus Xmas eve. Nobody wants to work then. Haha. I shall work then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-8864415801744845344?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/8864415801744845344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=8864415801744845344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8864415801744845344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8864415801744845344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R2ib1H2wYDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NghnMn2efnA/s72-c/P1100083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-7877410025172116496</id><published>2007-12-17T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:07:37.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loooves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R2XX732wYCI/AAAAAAAAAio/-ocSF_P_FtQ/s1600-h/P1100051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R2XX732wYCI/AAAAAAAAAio/-ocSF_P_FtQ/s200/P1100051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144755572946526242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. Funny picture laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them many2 okay? (: Plus the person who took the photo too. (my daddy!) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, I got an announcement to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Birthday to my sister!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned 20 exactly when Hady Mirza was crowned the Asian Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the start of the third day of my family's shopping spree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll list down all the things I bought for myself when my sister goes back. And I bet the list will be alot longer than this post. Haha. I mean, I already bought 2 pieces of clothing, and a few electronic gadgets. :D My sister already got a new laptop too. Haha. I'm still satisfied with mybabyApple. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas okay? The time of giving. Many2 free gifts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I'm the best person to bring if you want to go shopping. Best bargains, best free gifts. :D Must be clever! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay more pictures to be taken today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is the best cure for every trouble that you have. Forget all your troubles, and have greatness fun with your family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, I'm working tomorrow night. =(&lt;br /&gt;I feel like calling in sick. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells, my pay is coming soon! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bathe. And eat breakfast too. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the smiles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to sidetrack, I really miss school. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-7877410025172116496?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/7877410025172116496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=7877410025172116496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7877410025172116496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7877410025172116496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/loooves.html' title='loooves'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R2XX732wYCI/AAAAAAAAAio/-ocSF_P_FtQ/s72-c/P1100051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4745916426867531046</id><published>2007-12-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:17:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah</title><content type='html'>I think I'd rather die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think something is really wrong/missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after thinking, I should move on. No matter how many memories come back, no matter how bad things may be, I shall be strong. It hurts, it hurts real bad, that I can't turn back time. But I believe that everything happens for a reason. Maybe God is giving me a test. To see if I will become a better person after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I've become a mee-nah. A big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't recognise me anymore I guess. I've been changing looks like every week? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new look everytime I feel like I am not satisfied with the other new look. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my sister is back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel like working at all when she's back. Kak, let's go to the zoo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was taught not to cry unless I have a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I have not been crying at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding up the tears, but I can't seem to take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm finding the solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to forget everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I should die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-4745916426867531046?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4745916426867531046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4745916426867531046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4745916426867531046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4745916426867531046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah.html' title='yeah'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-7063996766607803963</id><published>2007-12-07T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:24:14.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ben jerrys</title><content type='html'>My brother bought one tub of Ben &amp;amp; jerry's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate it super slowly, savouring every taste of that holy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised just how long since I had my last Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone bring me to eat B&amp;amp;J's kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished all my money yesterday at expo. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off to work yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could work forever. It'll just get my mind off other irrelevant things. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-7063996766607803963?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/7063996766607803963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=7063996766607803963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7063996766607803963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7063996766607803963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/ben-jerrys.html' title='ben jerrys'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-7007597208638973515</id><published>2007-12-05T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:23:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red hair</title><content type='html'>Oh yeaaaaah! I forgot to say that I got red hair now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall make it redder (or pinker) one day. See? My wishes come true like poof! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao ting tong. Omg I have a crazy manager. A crazy supervisor. A crazy bunch or party people I meet everyday. And I go crazier than I usually am. Wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A good way to get my mind off everything else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-7007597208638973515?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/7007597208638973515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=7007597208638973515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7007597208638973515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7007597208638973515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-hair.html' title='red hair'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1015096264949997669</id><published>2007-12-05T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:20:48.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heeek</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to love and hate work at the same time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R1WKfuZmBDI/AAAAAAAAAig/tlFhB3uBFCI/s1600-h/23112007136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R1WKfuZmBDI/AAAAAAAAAig/tlFhB3uBFCI/s200/23112007136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140166827349247026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got hold of this picture. Haha. That chinese guy who is much bigger than the rest, is my manager, Penly. Haha. Then the tshirt guy is some Indon guy I don't know, but everyone knows him as Firman. He's funny laa. And that other guy is both mine and Khairani's dearest Agus. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I worked till 12.30am today. I reached home about 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, once I reached home, my brother left for work. Hahaha. We're like the 24 hours working family. I'll soon be like that. Very soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want continue, but I'm too sleepy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked 15 hours today. Haha. I'm crazy. Veryyy crazy. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1015096264949997669?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1015096264949997669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1015096264949997669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1015096264949997669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1015096264949997669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/heeek.html' title='heeek'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R1WKfuZmBDI/AAAAAAAAAig/tlFhB3uBFCI/s72-c/23112007136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-3540126499775899043</id><published>2007-12-03T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:47:52.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it ended</title><content type='html'>Tell me I'm strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at about 6pm. That's all I needed to hear from anyone. Anyone at all. I didn't dare ask anyone. I just kept quiet, putting on a fake smile for the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 9pm, a customer said that I'm cute. And Agus kept saying 'kamu cantek bangat!' Haha. Which means I'm really pretty. Haha. I know he's just been fooling around. And I have managers who bully me. Yes, managers with the S. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked from 4pm to 11pm today. I woke up at 2.45pm. So I was late for work. Nobody realised cause it was too busy. Too many customers. Haha. I love working there laa. I have made alot of mistakes. But how am I to learn of I don't make mistakes, right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just exceptionally funny. Everyone working today was from Mars. I mean, guys. Except for me and one girl. But she was in the bar, so I don't get to be around her much. So I constantly had to do work with huge/tall people surrounding me. And I kept saying "I feel intimidated." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with many compliments, I ended my 7 hour shift with a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the i-think-he's-cute guy was working as well. I was thinking of who he looks like, so in the car ride back I heard the name Paul Twohill. So yeaaah. He looks like him with the hair all covering the face. Well this guy I work with admits it's irritating and is going to cut it off soon! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a lonely night, a lonely start to my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mira, for telling me to partayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jannah, for telling me I'm like brick! Hahaa. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Hamzah for nonsense. Hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be that new girl who will aim to go Zoukout when I turn 18. Nyehaha! Okay rubbish Hana. Just when I thought I'm happy to be 16. Now I want to turn 18. Then next it will be 21. And then!!! The age must stop there. Haha. It can't grow any bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall die my hair pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And paint my nails black. Ah yessss... I shall do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should sleep first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-3540126499775899043?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/3540126499775899043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=3540126499775899043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3540126499775899043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3540126499775899043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-ended.html' title='it ended'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6191158879856570279</id><published>2007-11-30T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:34:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bussyyyy</title><content type='html'>Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess what my days are filled with. There's basically nothing else. Work has been great actually. Except this big boss who comes about once a week. (I worked more than 1 week already so I saw him twice.) He's just ordering people around. All the workers changed mood when he comes. And when he's gone, there's that 'hooray' silently passing around. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, I served Jade Seah's food. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work, I went to catch a movie. I was late to meet my brother's gf, cause of that darn not-moving-traffic jam. We missed about the first 15mins of the movie. The theatre was packed, but thank god she bought the tickets the day before. Haha. We watched Enchanted! Haha. So cute lah the movie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I reached home about almost 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. I've been reaching home late almost every single day. And leaving home about 10am everyday. I've been lacking my beauty 8hr++ sleep. Haha. I don't know when I'm able to repay those lost sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working more tomorrow! Should go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ouh yah! What's up with TP ah? Yes I pass by the poly almost everyday on the way to work. But I've been hearing advertisements about TP everywhere. Emails, tv, radio, almost everywhere. What happened to the other polys? Maybe it's a hint for me to go there. HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay inside joke of myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay go sleep go!&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/4138345403935100627-6191158879856570279?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6191158879856570279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6191158879856570279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6191158879856570279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6191158879856570279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/11/bussyyyy.html' title='bussyyyy'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1635408018871558875</id><published>2007-11-24T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:45:53.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0fGq79d9VI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rY5XndVS6R8/s1600-h/22112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0fGq79d9VI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rY5XndVS6R8/s200/22112007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136292340991653202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset, on one evening. I was on the way home from work in a double decker bus. Haha. It looked nice so I took the photo. =D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've worked for three days so far. It's really tiring ahh. Okay no ah. It's actually very boring at T3. Haha. But that's only on weekdays. We'll see how tomorrow. The situation shall be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I worked overtime yesterday till 11pm. Haha. At about 6pm I made my way to the Siglap outlet and continued working there. There are aLOT more things to do there, but it is a good eye-opener. Cause I get more experience. Haha. It's kinda shocking considering I'm new and all, the manager said I could go and work somewhere else, with a different manager cause I'm gooood! =))) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think that's all. Today I'm not working, shall spend the whole day massaging my aching hands and legs before another long day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then class chalet next week! =D&lt;br /&gt;&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/4138345403935100627-1635408018871558875?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1635408018871558875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1635408018871558875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1635408018871558875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1635408018871558875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/11/woooork.html' title='woooork'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0fGq79d9VI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rY5XndVS6R8/s72-c/22112007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-8703210157897123394</id><published>2007-11-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:20:04.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom pics</title><content type='html'>Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For prom pictures, click below! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AZt2jdi3aMWLkQ&amp;amp;notag=1"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(anyway lex hogged my camera most of the time, that explained alot of his pictures. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't blame you! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-8703210157897123394?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/8703210157897123394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=8703210157897123394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8703210157897123394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8703210157897123394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/11/prom-pics.html' title='prom pics'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6971714792803945846</id><published>2007-11-20T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:20:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm one of the first people to reach home after prom. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it? It was great, actually. Many fun and laughter. Our table constisted of Tamalays. (go figure) Haha. It was funny, and the food was great. It was a buffet, it was nice. I wasn't in the mood for dessert, so I didn't get any. I was all smiles actually. It was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dancing, haha. As usual, I can really go crazy. I did. At first it was happy happy enjoying. Then somehow in the midst there was a sudden mood change and I just danced cause I was in a not-so-good mood. I wasn't okay. I wanted to burst into tears on the dance floor itself. I held it in, and told myself to do it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to leave actually. I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to do anything except to just stay there and not be the normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew up at people, I couldn't control myself. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my 16th birthday, nothing much actually. Nothing wow happened. Blame me for going to a dinner &amp;amp; dance before, so I wasn't so fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would actually consider my birthday a disaster. Because deep inside, I don't think I'll be truly be the person who I had been. Maybe I'll be the emokid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah, pictures will be up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one to show you how I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0G1i79d9OI/AAAAAAAAAhM/n67_nmdXWmY/s1600-h/P1090898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0G1i79d9OI/AAAAAAAAAhM/n67_nmdXWmY/s200/P1090898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134584661994763490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I look like the mini Xena without the shawl. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-6971714792803945846?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6971714792803945846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6971714792803945846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6971714792803945846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6971714792803945846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/11/prom.html' title='prom.'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0G1i79d9OI/AAAAAAAAAhM/n67_nmdXWmY/s72-c/P1090898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4906424585651467597</id><published>2007-11-19T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:37:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now legal. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall go and get some last minute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to prom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope everything goes right...&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/4138345403935100627-4906424585651467597?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4906424585651467597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4906424585651467597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4906424585651467597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4906424585651467597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/11/16.html' title='16!!'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6148162805110393480</id><published>2007-11-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:42:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bdae eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0BW-L9d9NI/AAAAAAAAAhE/447fIFy6F9M/s1600-h/P1090886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0BW-L9d9NI/AAAAAAAAAhE/447fIFy6F9M/s200/P1090886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134199201564849362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the 3 of them came over at my place at we had a night swimming session! Haha, it was hilarious actually. It has been a long time since I laughed like that. And how we can be so fascinated with a lime. Yes, we played with lime! That my dad threw into the pool. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up by the sound of people having fun in the pool. I was reluctant to leave my bed! Haha. But I did, only at about 11.30am. I rushed to bathe and get ready cause my mom was rushing me. We were going to some weddings. First it was at woodlands, taking public transport. Then met my dad there, then we went to Bedok. Well, by then it was already 3 plus. After we had our tummies full, my parents dropped me at Changi Airport Terminal 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, they just opened the terminal. They're having an open house! So there was like super the many the people. In spite of that, I still found a job. And I got it! =D&lt;br /&gt;And I start on Wednesday. Haha. Yesaaar! (: Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continued (and ended) the family tradition. Both my brother and sister worked at the airport while waiting for 'O' level results. Haha. Yayy! Well now my brother is still working there, just a different job. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I took the skytrain all, walked around the whole place for about an hour, (it's huge) then went to Terminal 2. And waited for my brother to finish work. Met his girlfriend first! Hehe. Yeah so we left the airport around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took loads of trains. I hate changing trains lah ok? Changing at tanah merah, then at city hall. When going home, change at dhoby ghaut. Haix. And there's a long walk in between those changes too! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at lucky plaza, then walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my prom dress on Friday. It was okay, within my budget, and overall, it was nice! BUT, i showed it to my brother and he wasn't happy at all. Complained that I had no sense of fashion. So today, he asked me to follow him to get a new dress. That was why we went to orchard. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the trip worthwhile, i made sure that the new dress he's going to buy me is a lot better then the one that I had already bought (which I'm not going to wear). Haha. And yes! It reached the target! Hehee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brother lah can? And the girlfriend! for helping me zip those zippers. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is tiring, but it was a fruitful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't end just like that. There's always your family there behind you. No matter how down and out you are, there is your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've broken up with your boyfriend of 3 and a half years, life goes on. Of course, there's this thing in the head that I can't live without him. No, you can't live without food and water. Haix. Let's put a smile on that face ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. 20 more mins till the clock hits midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick bring Cinderella home!   Haha. Hana rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling much of the thrill for tomorrow anymore. I'll get back on my feet, just for tomorrow okay Hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll cut all your hair off on Tuesday. Haha. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long post. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Hana! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-6148162805110393480?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6148162805110393480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6148162805110393480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6148162805110393480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6148162805110393480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/11/bdae-eve.html' title='bdae eve'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/R0BW-L9d9NI/AAAAAAAAAhE/447fIFy6F9M/s72-c/P1090886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-7930468788275162840</id><published>2007-11-15T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:17:44.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuRr9d9LI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fcnGIKwCGQ8/s1600-h/09112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuRr9d9LI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fcnGIKwCGQ8/s200/09112007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132958187944539314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting bored. And boredom leads to blogging. Who thought I'll be the one to have a dead blog. While everyone of my friend's blogs are alive. Haha. Os are over. Yipee! Haha. Im just thinking of what to do now. It'll get boring, and if I keep going out all the time, all my money are soon to be gone. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that picture up there, that's the view from my living room. Yes, my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuR79d9MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9QYweaiKcjU/s1600-h/09112007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuR79d9MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9QYweaiKcjU/s200/09112007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132958192239506626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the view from my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is great, it's wow, more likely. My room is yet to be clean though. I haven't exactly cleared my things from the boxes/plastic bags and my father is still screaming at me to clean my room. Haha. It's been one week now, maybe more, I can't remember since I moved in. And I still have yet to settle down, and solve the problem of err, far far from everyone. I have to get used to it, I really do. I've been pestering my parents why they got birth to me so late. Haha. I want to get my car license, like NOW! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound happy. Am I? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather desperate for a job. Come on lah, every time I go out, I always come home with a few bags from shopping. Be it grocery shopping or clothes shopping or anything. Haha. So must have money! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, what have I been doing so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On err, 7th Nov, I went on a date with my darling Syamil. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice, very sweet, I was so carried away until I forgot to take a picture of us. Hehe. Well, we went to climb Mt Faber. And I freaked out when we saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuQL9d9II/AAAAAAAAAgc/EcaGdw0sBGk/s1600-h/P1090826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuQL9d9II/AAAAAAAAAgc/EcaGdw0sBGk/s200/P1090826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132958162174735490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely, it's a snake. I got fear of snakes okay? Haha. It's freaky. It doesn't look real, cause at first it was not moving at all. Then I go all scared and my darling comforted me. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me a flower when we reached the top! Haha. I love him soooo much lahh! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I marry you now? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I went to meet my primary school friends at Orchard Cine! I miss them sooo much! It's been a long time since I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuQr9d9JI/AAAAAAAAAgk/oRos5gVtn5Y/s1600-h/P1090840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuQr9d9JI/AAAAAAAAAgk/oRos5gVtn5Y/s200/P1090840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132958170764670098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didnt saw the girl in the middle there for about 5 years. Can you believe it? I've had friends for that long. I mean, I know all of the people up there for like 10 years already. Record breaking! Haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, happy Deepavali! Sorry I couldn't make it to the Jalan Raya. I was really sad lah. So my boyfriend is my representative! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dear cousins came over to my house. We had fun, actually. Haha. Well, nothing beats family ties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuRL9d9KI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mxv2gSaNh0U/s1600-h/08112007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuRL9d9KI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mxv2gSaNh0U/s200/08112007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132958179354604706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the most adorable little girl I have ever met. My niece! Hehe. And she's really clever too! Can I have a daughter please..? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay that's all for now. Now I'm just awaiting My Super Sweet Sixteen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a.k.a. Prom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't think I'm as happy as the way I am blogging. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-7930468788275162840?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/7930468788275162840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=7930468788275162840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7930468788275162840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7930468788275162840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/11/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RzvuRr9d9LI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fcnGIKwCGQ8/s72-c/09112007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-263099989704965344</id><published>2007-10-27T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:18:08.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woots</title><content type='html'>Visit my mulitply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hanadiyana91.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is still open, but is still rather dead. So go and visit multiply!&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/4138345403935100627-263099989704965344?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/263099989704965344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=263099989704965344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/263099989704965344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/263099989704965344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/10/woots.html' title='woots'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6306157407401158773</id><published>2007-09-18T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:24:29.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post?</title><content type='html'>I'm not dead. To prove to you, I'm updating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happening? I have no idea. I don't know why time travels so fast. It's like before I know it, it's already weekend. It flies. You know, like 'whoooooh'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Housework. Sleep. Housework. School. Cook. Sleep. School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm not myself anymore. Life is like just moving around me. I don't know where I am, and all that. This feeling is getting irritating though. Haix. I'm getting a grip, don't worry. Less than one month till first practical paper. Everyone around me is feeling it. My parents are like asking me this that. I'm the only one feeling "aaah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it Hana! Gambateh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can. And I shall achieve it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone's talking about prom. Prom on my sweet sixteen. I should be grateful, right? But my closest friends whom I spend my daily life for 4 years isn't going. I still want to go though. Now I have not made a decision yet. I've got like 2 days. So I shall use the time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put away my laptop for now. Alright? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone, until I feel like updating again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-6306157407401158773?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6306157407401158773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6306157407401158773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6306157407401158773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6306157407401158773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/09/post.html' title='post?'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-2996348204680682136</id><published>2007-09-09T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:54:41.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th - 8th sep</title><content type='html'>Yoohooo! Let's take time to blog today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 5th of September, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up later than I wanted to, but still got up and went to pick my darling up at Bukit Panjang. Hehe. You know, once in a while, it's good to have the girlfriend picking up to boyfriend, yeah? But take note: ONCE IN A WHILE. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, that wednesday was the last of my no-study-all-fun day. So I after I met my dear, we went to Singapore River. And walked and walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIh2oDkEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/B4Y59DO1A5Q/s1600-h/P1090624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIh2oDkEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/B4Y59DO1A5Q/s200/P1090624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108076517548855362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! The Fullerton Hotel! I like this picture that I took. Haha. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIimoDkFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/H3k8NXKOinU/s1600-h/P1090630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIimoDkFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/H3k8NXKOinU/s200/P1090630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108076530433757266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haha, that picture was supposed to fit the icecream that we bought. Somehow we were laughing too hard and yeah, that's the picture. Somewhere along our walk, I got worried because of this gerl named MANGKUK. Haha. Ok I'm mean. But I'm glad it's all okay now. =) So yeah we continued walking here and there. To Peninsula, to Funan. And somehow we ended up at VivoCity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around more! Did nothing much there, actually. Cause the day was really, really hot. And dear was dressed too nicely to play in the water. Haha. It was our first time together to go to Vivo, so it shall be a very memorable one. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the ending of the day, though. I don't remember whether it's good or bad. But I want it to be gooood. So yeah, it shall be! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you Muhammad Syamil Bin Bueari!&lt;/b&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 6th of September, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back to school! For 5 hours of Physics lesson with Ms Tan. And somehow I have been okay with it, cause time does fly with Ms Tan. Haha. So physics theory, then break, then physics lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOM_GoDkKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CDO781kPWQU/s1600-h/P1090640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOM_GoDkKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/CDO781kPWQU/s200/P1090640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108081418106540194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok we were waiting to go inside the lab. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hate practicals already laaah. It's so troublesome. Haha. So then at 12.50pm, I told Ms Tan I need go off on the dot at 1pm. Haha. So yes I left earlier than the rest of 4/5! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran down, and met Khairani. I was offering anyone who was going NJRC also and wants to take a cab. Haha. So Zailan was there, and he took with us. Haha. And we reached there about 1.30pm. Haha. But well, it was rather pathetic laah. The only school there and all. Haha. And so we automatically made it to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIi2oDkGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Bd1mU2LIb_0/s1600-h/P1090643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIi2oDkGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Bd1mU2LIb_0/s200/P1090643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108076534728724578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that! Randomly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah left Science Centre with dearest and went back to Woodlands. We strolled around, while the sun set. I sent him off at the bus stop, where he will take the bus to work. It was nice, sitting there with him and talking, it just makes me smile. =) One of the rare times we are able to just sit down and talk. Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 7th of September, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the morning. Had Biology, Humanities, and the Chemistry practical. I repeat, I don't like practicals. Haha. I was like getting really irritated lor. We were let off 30 mins late. Grr. Ohwells. It's okay. Then I went home and changed and followed Syamil go jamming. We didn't stay long, cause I wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, let's not talk about it, yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 8th of September, 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, and went to school yet again. Haha. This time, I was all set to let out all my screams and shouts. I went to the Science Centre earlier than the school, to see how things were first. #1: We were kinda late. #2: I didn't feel it was much of a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIjWoDkHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/zhC0wSVFQO8/s1600-h/P1090659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIjWoDkHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/zhC0wSVFQO8/s200/P1090659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108076543318659186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's us! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored most of the time, especially in the morning and the lunch break, and made friends with the people at the registration counter. I forgot to get their names. One in first year TP, and the friend second year NP. Haha. It was cool lah, just sitting around. NJRC this year was mostly spent just sitting around. Haha. I didn't cheer much, thus I didn't lose my voice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the performance, I felt it was good, I don't even remember me falling back. It happened so fast. Haha. Then it was about 2+pm, I really don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who was there, anyone who saw what happened, please keep it to yourselves, okay? That afternoon wasn't the best afternoons I had. And I hope I'll never remember it ever again. In the midst of it, I went inside the science centre, walked around in the dark inside, and I kept seeing physics formulae. Haha. F=ma. It was nice to walk around there alone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I went missing for about 2 hours. Or less. But I went back, still didn't cheer much. But I wanted more cheering to make me feel better. Haha. In the end, all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, &lt;b&gt;RIVERSIDE SECONDARY WON AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was kinda obvious too, actually. Haha. But yay we won! I got crazy after that. Beating the drums, screaming like an idiot. Basically just having fun. (: And so, my last NJRC has been good. And I'm glad. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the Riversidians who joined and made this event happen. Thank you to all the committee members who got it all together, and made sure everything was in order. Thank you to all the Ex-Riversidians who came back and gave us the support. I'm sure this event has brought many people closer as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIjmoDkII/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZhejgVXAhws/s1600-h/P1090664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIjmoDkII/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZhejgVXAhws/s200/P1090664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108076547613626498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo of almost all of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go ahead and kill the photographer. Haha. Next time, use a tripod stand. It's alot more stable. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, this very weird couple went off to IMM. Haha. We walked around, and this weird guy had a sudden craving for some nice coffee. We walked around hoping to find a Starbucks, but nope. Didn't find it. Instead, we went to Secret Recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like all smiles lor! That day, 7pm on 080907, I shall remember that my boyfriend brought me to a restaurant for the first time ever in my life. Haha. It was rather full, so we sat on the almost to the outside area. But I was picky, and asked the waitress to shift us inside. Then I was picky again, and wanted to sit at the sofa area. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ordered! Ice blended mocha for the guy, mineral water for the gerl. Haha. And one beef lasagne and one piece of Chocolate Indulgence. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOI_2oDkJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-mhsgUMDXfM/s1600-h/P1090666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOI_2oDkJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-mhsgUMDXfM/s200/P1090666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108077032944930962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bestest dinners I ever had. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sooo much for making the end of the day the best. The best improvement of the day ever. Hehe. I'm thankful for that, my dear. Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have now ended. Tomorrow, prelim results coming. Omg omg! I'm scared. Haha. But I can still laugh. Haha. Well, if my L1R5 is below 20, I'll consider applying for Innova for PAE. Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next week, Thursday is also already Ramadan. It's fasting month! Yes lose all that fats! Hehee. So it'll be all studying during the fasting month. Study, Hana. Yes I shall. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, oh my I miss all my gerlfrens! Like alot alot alot! Especially Mira and Firah. Haven't seen them for the whole week! Seen Nura in class, Farra, Kerani and Jannah in NJRC. So yes! And my dearies, 3 days of mee soto alright? And red hot chilli peppers! Like we vowed to do so! Hahaha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I took more than one hour to update this. Haha. I shall begone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-2996348204680682136?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/2996348204680682136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=2996348204680682136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2996348204680682136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2996348204680682136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/09/5th-8th-sep.html' title='5th - 8th sep'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RuOIh2oDkEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/B4Y59DO1A5Q/s72-c/P1090624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-8055563639276712944</id><published>2007-09-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:36:20.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics! updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rt1XN2oDj_I/AAAAAAAAAew/qE6XNpUD7NQ/s1600-h/P1090505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rt1XN2oDj_I/AAAAAAAAAew/qE6XNpUD7NQ/s200/P1090505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106333448021446642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this twin sisters. Haha. Towning on 3008! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rt1XOWoDkAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/BHb1YQPMhdA/s1600-h/P1090530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rt1XOWoDkAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/BHb1YQPMhdA/s200/P1090530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106333456611381250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more picture of out performance! Everyone can be seen except Nura and Syafiq. So sadd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rt1XOmoDkBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/EuWrOhkx6W0/s1600-h/IMG_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rt1XOmoDkBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/EuWrOhkx6W0/s200/IMG_1005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106333460906348562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is another NJRC picture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's with me and NJRC. Well let's see, I've been in it for 4 straight years? Yes that's it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I am the only person from my batch to be in NJRC for the 4th year running. The cheerleading, I mean. I'm slowly retiring now. Well, it's the last year now, so it may be time to get it up and running and let the people know that Riverside can be champions for TWO years in a row! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update about my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I've been lazy. That is all, I guess. Nothing else about myself right now. Tomorrow is going to be my last no-study day. And I am going to make full use of tomorrow. I promise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, my darling is still as sweet as ever. Ups and downs, but we're still holding strong. And we will continue to do so. I love you one, two, three, four, many2! Hehee. Mmmuah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow, I better start studying. I think I've like forgotten alot of things already. I need to revise, and no more fun after tomorrow. Okay, Hana? Remember that. Have this mindset: You are going to take your 'O' Levels one time only. Yes I'm going to do it! All the way Hana! Aja2! Jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, can next week not come? I don't want to know any prelim results. All I know is that I'd screwed it up badly. So no need to rub it in my face. Okay? Ok good. So don't tell me what I got for my 6 subjects. Haha. Aaah, I'll take MC on Monday. How bout it? Can? Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss class. It has been more than a month since I stepped into 4/5 classroom. Okay maybe not that long lah. But it feels like it. You know, after looking at some physics worksheets just now, I suddenly miss Ms Tan. Haha. Don't worry, Hana. You'll see her for 5 hours on Thursday. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana and Syamil seems to be well-known to be the most nonsensical, rough, sweet, etc. couple. Haha. We can laugh our asses off at any random moment. Haha. And at another moment we can be screaming at each other. And another we'll be beating each other up. Hahaa. I miss you already laaah. Can the next day I see you come quick please..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore to say..? Nope! Heheex. Alright gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you bii.. (:&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/4138345403935100627-8055563639276712944?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/8055563639276712944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=8055563639276712944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8055563639276712944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8055563639276712944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/09/pics-updates.html' title='pics! updates!'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rt1XN2oDj_I/AAAAAAAAAew/qE6XNpUD7NQ/s72-c/P1090505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-5997983474959594947</id><published>2007-08-31T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:30:05.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rtgi6GoDj-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/a6Crm7NTWZY/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rtgi6GoDj-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/a6Crm7NTWZY/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104868559230832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I stole this from Fana's blog. I have yet to upload pics from my camera, so I took this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been like almost 1 week since I blogged. Rather busy..? Nah, I had a lot of breaks from school. Maybe busy having fun. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes during Tuesday and Wednesday, I had no papers. But somehow I did end up in school too. Haha. To practice and NJRC training and rehearsel. Hahaa. I should retire from school one day laaa. I better! Haha. Then after Biology paper on Thursday went off to town! =D Yayys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. Picture post after I upload my pictures and when I have more time and more mood. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TODAYY! Teachers' Day. Uhuh. We performed! Hahaa. We all look super retro. It's supposed to be anyway. Haha. And I enjoyed every single but of it. =) Maybe some mistakes here and there, or maybe aLOT, but we all enjoyed it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't got back my primary school. =( I shall pay a visit soon, I hope! I miss all my friends, and the teachers too. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the weekend now. Time for rest, time for sleep, time to get ready for a new week ahead! Oh wait, it's the holidays next week!! Haha. For me, it's only a 3-day holiday. Thursday and Friday is packed with supplementary classes. And Ms Tan better not drag the lesson cause I would rush to NJRC after that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single year, there's always some bad memory of NJRC. There's always that one moment of preparation which scars NJRC every year for me. It's too sensitive to write reveal it here. Well I hope, that for this last year I am in this school, the fourth consecutive year I'm participating in NJRC cheerleading, it'll be full of nothing except pure enjoyment. (: So all my loves, please come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-5997983474959594947?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/5997983474959594947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=5997983474959594947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5997983474959594947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5997983474959594947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/teachers-day.html' title='teachers day'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rtgi6GoDj-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/a6Crm7NTWZY/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-281700770315902610</id><published>2007-08-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:31:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FIRE! FIRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes a fire broke out this morning at 4am. The carpark beside my block was on fire. It was obviously an act of arson. So there was this big big fire and alot of the residents went down and kept calling the fire engine. It came only 30 mins after the fire broke out. Really slow lah their reaction. Until the fire die down edi. Anyway yeah 16 motorcycles got burnt. And the whole carpark is still filled with soot. It's all black. Even the cars. Including mine. Scary you knowww. Haix. Okay yeah that was my Sunday morning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend has come to an end. I finally got my rest, and I'm finally studying. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I went to my paternal aunt's house to visit another aunt who has just came back from the hospital. It was sad seeing her. Haix. Yeah. I reached home about 11.30pm around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to my aunt's house for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri&lt;/span&gt;. All my cousins and my relatives were there. It has been a real long time since I've seen them. So yeah I went there and helped to cook and played with the kids and all. It was fun, then we all went home at around 7pm. At home I think I was watching tv with my family. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then Sunday morning that fire happened, after the fire engine came I went up and went to sleep first. I found out that the police had the whole carpark out of bounds to the residents till 7.30am. Well, I woke up at 9.30. Haha. Yeah then I straightaway got ready to go to my cousin's wedding. Fortunately it was like right beside my own house. Not too far away. Haha. Then afternoon went over to the family's side at Jurong. So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost dead when i reached home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to study, Hana. Please, it's chemistry. Your worst subject. Let's hope for a pass, yeah? Then I'll call Mr Cheong and scream to him that I finally pass Chemistry. Wahaha. Let's hope for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Syamil, I'll always be here waiting for you alright. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you are doing fine, and thinking of me because I am always thinking about you every minute, every second. I love you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. Chemistry time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-281700770315902610?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/281700770315902610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=281700770315902610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/281700770315902610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/281700770315902610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/fire-fire.html' title='fire fire!'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-2372938476141431820</id><published>2007-08-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:08:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RtBBJmoDj8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/wF4NL6SbbRo/s1600-h/Image041edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RtBBJmoDj8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/wF4NL6SbbRo/s200/Image041edited2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102650011053952962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I miss you dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is halfway gone. It's been tiring. One more day of tiredness coming. Wish me luck. Especially on making time to study for Chemistry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i need rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-2372938476141431820?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/2372938476141431820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=2372938476141431820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2372938476141431820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2372938476141431820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RtBBJmoDj8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/wF4NL6SbbRo/s72-c/Image041edited2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-2392682448353061126</id><published>2007-08-24T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:24:06.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims</title><content type='html'>It's Friday. Weekend is finally here. 2 days of rest before another paper. Chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is my last hope left for science. Oh please, I have never passed Chemistry this year. Let me pass it this year please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, physics was sucky. I don't want to think about it. My paper 2 was all wet of tears. Haha. And the answers are all crap. Blah. It's over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings sucks even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when jealousy strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more later, or tomorrow. Got to go out.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-2392682448353061126?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/2392682448353061126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=2392682448353061126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2392682448353061126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2392682448353061126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelims_24.html' title='prelims'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-3518516195005913369</id><published>2007-08-20T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:06:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooohooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsmNjmoDj7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/d3aahJTdCYg/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsmNjmoDj7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/d3aahJTdCYg/s200/Photo+75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100763695777288114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I miss the times when I brought my laptop to school. Haha. Crazy we are! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So YESSSS! I'm in a better mood now. Hahaa. For the past err, one week, it's been err, scary. Haha. OKay nvr mind it's all over now right, dear? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims. Prelims. Nothing much to blog about laaa. Haha. Other than I'm studying. And studying. I guess, I'm not all studying. But, at least it's something! Be proud of me, people! It's rare that someone like me is studying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hmm, papers have been ending quite early. So go home, change, go out again to library. And library, is the last place to go to if you want to really study. Unless you go at 10am. That is the why, I never liked Woodlands Library. Haha. I would only study at Cafe Galilee. Haha. My studying buddy, my dear! And from tomorrow onwards, he would just watch me study. Hahaa. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we go Tampines library again..? Haha. Okay never mind. Us and our going far plans. Haha. I miss long bus rides. Heex. Okay I can't wait for Wednesday now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a studying/shopping trip. You must have a balance of studying and fun. Haha. You can't study all the way, okay? It's not good for health. I mean it's true. It's proven by doctors! And really, I don't get reading the notes in the morning of the exam, the last few minutes before entering the exam hall. I mean, will anything go in? Maybe yeah lah. But it just makes one more nervous and anxious and all. Just chill, you know you have studied, just be confident and you will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only difference with me is that I don't study ENOUGH beforehand. I study, just not enough. I know that. I'm going to flunk my prelims. I'm aiming for L1R5 20. Wahaha. Not bad, right? Haha. Then I have 2 more months to work harder for Os. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities is just gone lah. I just have to pray for the examiner now. (tip from Mdm Jo.) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Geography and Emath P1. Geography, I'm going to just write anything which makes sense to me. Haha. And I need to get a distinction for my one and only maths subject. Pray hard for me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm going to continue studying now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my darling, good luck for your paper tomorrow kay..? Do the best of your ability.. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-3518516195005913369?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/3518516195005913369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=3518516195005913369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3518516195005913369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3518516195005913369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/wooohooo.html' title='wooohooo'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsmNjmoDj7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/d3aahJTdCYg/s72-c/Photo+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-983166935467774997</id><published>2007-08-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:23:59.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsbwL2oDj6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Bx3VGxA1yuk/s1600-h/P1070648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsbwL2oDj6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Bx3VGxA1yuk/s200/P1070648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100027714476412834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's such a random photo. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been gone for quite a while. I guess I don't really know what to blog about these days. Study, study, study. That's all that almost everyone is going through right now. Nothing else intresting in our lives, right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah last Wednesday I had my orals! I've always enjoyed orals. Hehe. So yeah you know what I mean. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is full of important papers. Hmm, can I appeal to the whole school to reduce their noise level from anywhere? We do get distracted and it affects our performance. So please..? We would really appreciate it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah I've lost touch with blogging. I don't know what to blog about anymore. Oh yeahh! Omg how can i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Al-Ameen yesterday! Hahaha. Okay it was a really funny time with 7 of us there. Ok crap crap. But I was really full laaah. Yeah it was nice, very nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've finally watched Love is Cinta. It's well, alright I got no comments. But Acha Septriasa is super the pretty. Hahaa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the many people who read my blog, can you please tag? My tagboard is getting lonely. Even if you are someone who hates me, flood my tagboard. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-983166935467774997?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/983166935467774997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=983166935467774997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/983166935467774997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/983166935467774997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/smile.html' title='smile!'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsbwL2oDj6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Bx3VGxA1yuk/s72-c/P1070648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1005850525882320067</id><published>2007-08-13T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:49:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distinction! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsBIl2LPdQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KTRbKsoBXyo/s1600-h/P1070511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsBIl2LPdQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KTRbKsoBXyo/s200/P1070511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098154593218426114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Love you both many2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th of August 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! I still am happy! Wahahax. =D Come on smile with me! It's rare that Hana is super duper duper happy! Heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So firstly, I was late for physics lesson. Haha ok, less than 5 mins late. I was taking my time at home. Lols. Yeah then lesson, then physics prelim practical! Okay before that while gathering we were making noise and talking to Mdm Ho and all. Haha. Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics practical isn't bad at all. It's kinda easy, actually. Except for the 6 marks plan of the experiment. I can never plan experiments. Hahaa. So yeah, 6 marks goone! 40-6=34. Alright not bad! Haha. Ok rubbish. Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practical when to do some survey about the school at comp lab. I love my class lahh. Haha. We were all soo hyper. And yeah then got back my phoone! I was lost without it for a few hours. Haha. =D Then then then! The whole class RAN down to the first floor to see our MT 'O' level results. Haha. At first Nura received at sms and said there's 71% distinction. I was certain that she would get it, and I was very veryy sure that I won't. Hana and Malay don't match at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... I GOT AN A2!! I was like super duper duper happy lor! I did not expect that at all. I mean really, I kept saying I know I would need to retake. Haha. So from that moment on, I was all smiles! All the way till now. Haha. I even forgot to go and see Cikgu first. I straightaway went out of school. Hehe. And yes I was smiling like one idiot all the way home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear darling came over! Then we went out to the library! With mybabyApple. Well I was waiting for 2pm and to find out the DPA results. So at the library went on to the website, and unfortunately, I didn't get through. I didn't get into the course I wanted. Ohwells, this actually gave me an even more encouragement to do well in my Os! Woohoo! Haha. And this head of mind has been fiddling between JC and poly again. We'll see how it goes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after that, borrowed some books then went to buy bubble tea. Yay!! And yeps all the way I was with my dearest boyfriend. Aah, I love him so. Heex. Yeah then walked around, and then went to meet his mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn't want to see her la. I just had a bad feeling about seeing her today. Haha. In the end I did meet her, and got scolded. Wahahax! I got scolded by my mother-in-law for the first time! Yes dear, I will change for you. Hehe. Actually she just scolded me and to make sure I study for prelims and all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then then! I played daidi with Syamil. It's just his luck today he won many times. Grr. Feng Shui was on his side. Haha. Yeah play play till I went home and my mother is proud of me! Haha, first (and last) member of the family to get something good for malay. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at home I layed around. Watch tv, caught up with my family, and watched X-games with my brother. Aah, I miss the times when skateboarding and all was right in front of my eyes. Haha. And the times when I went gaga over those hot guys. And still am. Look at http://www.ryansheckler.com ! Hahaha. Sorry dear. I couldn't resist. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's now 9.40pm, and I'm finally starting to study. I'm not exactly a night study person, so most probably I'll go off to sleep in 20mins and then wake up early. But that'll be, last minute studying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chemistry tomorrow! For prelims, I'm aiming for a pass for chemistry. Don't expect much from an F9-er. Haha. Practicals tomorrow, let's hope for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tirra~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1005850525882320067?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1005850525882320067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1005850525882320067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1005850525882320067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1005850525882320067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/distinction.html' title='distinction! =)'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RsBIl2LPdQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KTRbKsoBXyo/s72-c/P1070511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6392594474736914317</id><published>2007-08-12T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:57:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rr8CrGLPdPI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pFVi2UZeYkk/s1600-h/P1070686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rr8CrGLPdPI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pFVi2UZeYkk/s200/P1070686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097796242622084338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture! Divya looks funny here. Haha. And that is like at Jelapang LRT station. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*heart beats fast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th August 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm nervous about results. Yeps. Mostly about that. I wish all the best for the MT results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And prelims. Prelims. Haha. Well this whole week isn't that bad. I'm just real scared for the papers next week and the week after next. Yeah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I don't know the purpose of this post. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-6392594474736914317?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6392594474736914317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6392594474736914317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6392594474736914317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6392594474736914317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelims.html' title='prelims'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rr8CrGLPdPI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pFVi2UZeYkk/s72-c/P1070686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-7118803740350537928</id><published>2007-08-11T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:38:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conclusion</title><content type='html'>I forgot to give a conclusion to the post before this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am very ambitious.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you alot, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-7118803740350537928?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/7118803740350537928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=7118803740350537928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7118803740350537928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7118803740350537928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/conclusion.html' title='conclusion'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-5508124333482729597</id><published>2007-08-11T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:37:23.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rr0hN2LPdOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5CZWVFnnD4U/s1600-h/P1020171.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rr0hN2LPdOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5CZWVFnnD4U/s200/P1020171.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097266875017950434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss snow. I miss winter sports. And yes, that is me looking like an alien there. Haha. My sister took that photo! Aaah, I miss her so. After Os, I wish and plan for only 2 things. It's either I'm going to work my butt off, or I'm going travelling. The working is more realistic, cause traveling uses money. Loads of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling. One thing I'll always enjoy. I wish to go backpacking around the world one day. Yes, with my future husband. That, I'll do for like 4 or 5 months, when my children are grown up. So yes, my future husband? Agree with me? And then for my honeymoon I want go to Paris. Please..? And I would want my children to go to DisneyLand when they're young! And I want them to go places and enjoy nature and their young and nurturing age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so if you want to be my husband, take note of all that. =x&lt;br /&gt;(I sound so spoilt. Or maybe like I'm advertising myself. Wahahax.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, Syamil is having a heart attack right now. Haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just want to go all around the world. I didn't mention anything about shopping, right? I think shopping is just a bonus. I only enjoy shopping when I really need that item. Not for fun anymore. Yeps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dearest, that's why I always say take the things you do seriously. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just wrote that. Please please, don't be hurt. If anyone is. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But my darling, you know I love you alot. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ 2 days left. And now I'm getting ready to go out with my parents. Haha. Don't scold me dear! Hehe. I promise to study when I come back home. Alright? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy these days. Haha. I love my family loads lah can? Hehe. Somehow I can't wait to move. It's like, a whole new adventure. Marine Parade seems to be a very nice place. I agree it's far from the place where I had my juvenile years. Like I said, nothing is confirmed yet. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear!! Syamil! I miss you.  xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I just met you yesterday laah. And this weekend, work hard kay? I'm proud of you, dear. (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go on a shopping trip with you! Heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Monday. 3 things happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Prelim starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. MT 'O' Level results. I want to get at least an A2. But even if I get a B3, I don't want to retake can? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. DPA (direct polytechnic admission) results. If I get it, it'll be a whole load of my shoulder. I'd be super happy! Yes yes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I think I would only want to take my degree after marriage. Haha. I guess I would be happy with only a diploma. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst. I enquired about some job. Haha. It means extra $$. Well, I'm waiting for that person to get back to me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. I miss all of them. Can we get together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-5508124333482729597?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/5508124333482729597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=5508124333482729597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5508124333482729597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5508124333482729597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/misses.html' title='misses'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rr0hN2LPdOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5CZWVFnnD4U/s72-c/P1020171.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-8958385648883083240</id><published>2007-08-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:04:31.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RrnVJWLPdNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BWibjWfmLKg/s1600-h/P1090461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RrnVJWLPdNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BWibjWfmLKg/s200/P1090461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096338809894696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's a random picture taken. And grr, Firah's back is facing the camera. Why not miiine? Grrr. Firah I'm going to get you! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so how was today? I was all hyped up and ready for madness. I mean really. From the morning I was already hyper and all. All the way the hall. And then cannot stand, and I stopped singing at all. Yeps. That's what happened. I don't like national day anymore. Haha. But somehow I got hyper again for the cheer. Then suddenly Ms Tan came up from behind and said "10.30 ah. Don't be late." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we had physics lesson. Let's all pity 4/5. Last year was 4/6. And I know 4/4 2008 will get it next year. Haha. There's always that one class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I find that 2 hours constructive. I learnt physics! Haha. I love Ms Tan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we cleaned up the class! We were like the only ones left in school at 12.40pm. Haha. Our class was hyper. It's like suddenly we were so happy. Then we went down and Ms Lim had pizza for us. (: And so the class was spreaded throughout the whole canteen. Like I said, nobody else was in school. Haha. And so we kept moving around here and there, switching pizza flavours. Haha! Don't ask how. Yeah then the pepsi was passed around, with random YAMSEEEEENNNGG!!s. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 4/5. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that met my dear and then i went home and PAK. I went to sleep. But it wasn't comfortable though. Well one, I wasn't having a peaceful mind. And two, it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it still is hot. My aircon died. Boooos! I'm going to suffer, I tell you. Suffer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone donate my room a repair aircon service. Please! I need it! Call someone who is able to work on Singapore's birthday! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright okay rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-8958385648883083240?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/8958385648883083240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=8958385648883083240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8958385648883083240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8958385648883083240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day.html' title='national day'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RrnVJWLPdNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BWibjWfmLKg/s72-c/P1090461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1100078827344091083</id><published>2007-08-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:41:36.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rrhwk2LPdMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N14k0-CSDBU/s1600-h/Photo+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rrhwk2LPdMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N14k0-CSDBU/s200/Photo+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095946756689982658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried this? I don't know if this Cadbury bar is new or what, but I have only seen in once in my lifetime, and I bought it from Cocoa Trees. Couldn't find it in Cold Storage or 7-eleven! Maybe it's a very rare breed. Hahaa. Anyway it's niiice! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms.. I did all the dishes today without being asked! Haha, I always do, when there's little dishes. But today there was alot, and I happily did it without grumbling. I guess, being happy is the best mood ever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's 9.40pm. My living room area has been dark from about an hour already, everyone at home sleeps early. And now it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I can't even be bothered to go online. Haha. So during weeknights, don't expect to see me online. You want me to be, my phone is on 24/7. (it seems that these days my phone has died.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah alright. done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, thank you for the day/afternoon today. I love you looots! Muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1100078827344091083?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1100078827344091083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1100078827344091083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1100078827344091083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1100078827344091083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-matter.html' title='no matter'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rrhwk2LPdMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/N14k0-CSDBU/s72-c/Photo+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4946255284297218475</id><published>2007-08-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:41:46.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music motion!</title><content type='html'>Ouhh! I forgot to say one more thing that made me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Motion got in! We're performing for Teachers' Day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fiiiine. I don't sound that enthusiastic. Cause I somehow knew. Don't ask me how, but I trust my instincts. Haha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Syamil, your instincts are better than mine. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-4946255284297218475?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4946255284297218475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4946255284297218475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4946255284297218475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4946255284297218475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-motion.html' title='music motion!'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-9126276865266506764</id><published>2007-08-06T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:24:43.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the paaast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rrcd62LPdLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/REm-XMCaylw/s1600-h/Picture+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rrcd62LPdLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/REm-XMCaylw/s200/Picture+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095574400205288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a veryyy random picture. I don't even remember where I got it from. But yeah, those memories. It wasn't even more than a year ago. But that time was different, cause I had a son! =P Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today is a good day. Well at least, compared to yesterday, today is aLOT better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day rushing to school but still laughing like one idiot due to my father's driving and the abrupt decision to pick up Firah. Hahaa. Yeahh. Honours Day. At first, as usual, I knew I'd just keep cursing and complaining due to this and that. But, I feel it wasn't that bad. With Szeling's cuteness (haha :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class too makes me laugh like one kind. Zelin! For his slowness and lameness. Haha. Greatness in the class. And I miss Kenneth though cause now we always change seats. Hahaa. But ehem, there are the good and bad sides of sitting beside Nura. Wahahahax! Don't worry dear, anything you do to me, I'll still love you. :) Hehee. And I'll keep hitting you back! Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons passed by, I miss my dear more and more. Then Mdm Ho said there isn't focus study. Hahaa! I was so delighted! Soooo, happily I walked home. I was like smiling and singing to myself. At home, I don't remember what I did. Hahaa. But I went out soon, and took the MRT to my favourite library. I still feel that it was more homey before the renovation, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone all along, but I was still happy and soo cheery cause I know I'll meet my dear. I kept getting distracted that "where is he..?" was always in my head. I kept telling myself, studyy! Well, I finished the eMaths Paper 2 June 06. Haha. I'm so proud of myself! =) Being so happy, the good mood stayed all the way till I met my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt like it was soo long since I last met him. I think it has been. It's been real long since I saw him again, finally, behind that invicible wall that was between us in the past, it's you I see, Syamil. You're back, my dear. =) And please stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((: I love my boyfriend alot alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done, study time! Or maybe sleep time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I think I'm starting a lighter collection. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-9126276865266506764?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/9126276865266506764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=9126276865266506764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/9126276865266506764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/9126276865266506764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/paaast.html' title='the paaast'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/Rrcd62LPdLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/REm-XMCaylw/s72-c/Picture+285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-2912353200663957545</id><published>2007-08-05T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:55:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alot like love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RrVYGWLPdJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fFDDrY7LD3A/s1600-h/P1090121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RrVYGWLPdJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fFDDrY7LD3A/s320/P1090121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095075419494773906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lot Like Love&lt;/span&gt; is playing on Star Movies right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, where are you? I miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-2912353200663957545?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/2912353200663957545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=2912353200663957545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2912353200663957545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2912353200663957545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/alot-like-love.html' title='alot like love'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RrVYGWLPdJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fFDDrY7LD3A/s72-c/P1090121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4689694443462616544</id><published>2007-08-05T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:23:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grr</title><content type='html'>I wonder what happened to me blogging, to me being online. Yes I'm rarely online now. Haha. So if you want me to go online, call or sms me first. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a typical lifestyle of an O level student. Study, being super tired, study, sleep, eat. I have been studying, and I'm glad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yesterday I went out with my mama and aunt. We went orchard! Ok we just roamed around. Actually wanted to buy something, but nothing caught our eyes. I only got myself a Cadbury chocolate bar. Haha. Then we went house hunting. I guess I'll be reuniting with my primary school friends. Haha. They live around the area. Well, nothing is confirmed yet. That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, before that I went to school for the auditions. And I will not say anything. Just that, I feel that our performance wasn't bad. Ihsan, Nabilah, Farra, Jannah, Fazillah, Manaswini, Fidah, Firah and me. Let's await for the results, yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;After that went for the oral practice. It was alright. And I'm getting scared for orals next Wednesday. Haha. Come on lah Hana. ORALS. Since when did you not do well in orals? Haha! I want them take my prelim marks can? Hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then rushed here and there and went orchard. It was my first time using the adult's ezlink card. And I'm amazed by how much money they can suck in just for one mrt ride. Haha. At least I don't take the public transport often. But I know I will in the near future. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i reached home about 7+. I lied around, and accidentally went to sleep at 8pm. And woke up at 10am this morning. 14 hours. Haha. That shows how tired I was. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a heavy sleeper. So don't blame me for sleeping early. I'm sorry I sleep early too. I'm sorry I'm always tired. I'm sorry I can't go out at night. I'm sorry I can't talk on the phone. I'm sorry I'm always busy. I'm sorry that I'm not that perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me just reminds me of you. Every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what had happened. There's always that question mark. I never knew anything that is happening. Nothing ever. Please let me know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you dear. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-4689694443462616544?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4689694443462616544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4689694443462616544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4689694443462616544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4689694443462616544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/grr.html' title='grr'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1550257573026972218</id><published>2007-08-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:51:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loong</title><content type='html'>Hello again to all my friends. I'm glad you came to play. Our fun and learning never ends, this is what we did today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[does that ring a bell? It's from Barney. remember? haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm here again. I'm not going to be blogging much though. But I'm still here and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just wanted to blog, about one of the happenings last year. Around this time, I think. August 2006, my sister came back to Singapore. I can't believe it has been a year already. Time really flies. I should have spent more time with her while she was here for that one month. But unfortunately, many things happened while she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it was me being busy with school, with council. But the one which took more time was the when i was in the hospital. The agony. It's okay if you know why you're at the hospital for. When you're there UNDER OBSERVATION, it's just so annoying. You have no idea why you are there. All you think about it what's happening about stuff everywhere. I remember that during the 4 nights I was there, I cried to myself. I cried to sleep, all alone. I only had nurses there to accompany me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my conclusion is, I really miss my sister. A lot. Really, a lot. I guess my reason for saving up will be to visit her. My own sister. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. I guess it's now back to studying! Or maybe sleeping. I've came up with a new routine? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou!&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/4138345403935100627-1550257573026972218?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1550257573026972218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1550257573026972218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1550257573026972218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1550257573026972218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/08/loong.html' title='loong'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1922028517275847990</id><published>2007-07-22T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:33:02.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter</title><content type='html'>=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my brother got me Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. He didn't pre-order it, but he still got it. Why? Cause he bought it from a shop from the airport, the inside area. Nyehaha. So I haven't started on it yet, sadly. I read first few pages last night, didn't understand. So I shall kill myself for not reading the past 2 books. Well, I think I'll shall try again today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, abang. Very very much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I got a new haircut too. If anybody seen me loitering around causeway point or the library, you would have seen it. But I knew barely anyone recognised me. Yep, I got a vogue hairstyle. No more straight hair, and as Syamil said it, "eh! That is like your hair last time." I wondered which hair, but I knew he meant the secondary 1 hair. It's real short too, can't tie it up. So hello to a new hairdo! (no more straightening!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I guess that's all that's been happening. And I want go to a jemputan. Every weekend there's bound to be someone I see wearing nice clothes and going to eat good food and seeing someone getting married. Grr, some relative of mine, get married quuick! Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So errm, okay that's all for today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1922028517275847990?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1922028517275847990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1922028517275847990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1922028517275847990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1922028517275847990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='harry potter'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-128191266628307247</id><published>2007-07-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:49:01.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racial harmony 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RqDA7nGA7MI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0ad6TW2WDRU/s1600-h/P1090352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RqDA7nGA7MI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0ad6TW2WDRU/s400/P1090352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089279709267684546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class 4/5 2007 of Riverside Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;With form teacher, Ms Lim. All 41 of us is in that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss this class. The class of 2 years. All different types of people. We learn to appreciate each other as the days pass by. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Racial Harmony Day. Okay actually tomorrow, but celebrations are today. So what happened? Concert in the morning. I don't have much comments on that. Then took some pictures as a school, all graduating people wanted to be at the front. Haha. Last year laa, what to doo. Then went back to class, physics then SS. Then went to take that class photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, I sort of became the waitress for that day. Haha. I walked back and forth the canteen. Yeah then took some photos, and went back to class. Amaths lesson. I read a bit of my storybook, then went to sleep. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, hmms. I kepoh-ed here and there to take pictures. I'm that kind of person who need to have many pictures taken on a certain event. And noooo, this year it barely reached 80 photos. Gaaah. It's okay Hana, calm down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then walked about, in the end I decided to go home and change, and came back within half an hour. Haha. Sat around, till about 2.15 and went back to school. Bumped into that lady again, and we started making ridiculous stories. Haha. Walked around school first, got Pink Dolphin and went up to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's comprehension was rather hard, or maybe cause I was too sleepy to get anything into my head. But I took my time today. Haha. Yeah then I didn't know where to go. I slowly went downstairs, and bumped into Yong Lin. Talking about stuffs, aah I miss working. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met my darling, and we sat and talked and kept each other company.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of the day, not too good. I wasn't in the best of moods. And I'm sticking to this slogan, "Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-128191266628307247?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/128191266628307247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=128191266628307247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/128191266628307247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/128191266628307247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-2007.html' title='racial harmony 2007'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RqDA7nGA7MI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0ad6TW2WDRU/s72-c/P1090352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-8542477861778333345</id><published>2007-07-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:09:58.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyehaha</title><content type='html'>It's been 4 days since I last updated! Alright, Hana is a lazy bum. Nothing amusing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright first thing first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Aliff Aziz for winning Anugerah 2007! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I follow that malay talent show laah. Oh I know why, it was because of Arshad. And he did perform again tonight. Nyehaha. Alright so this winner, it's like my age! Our age!! So young laa. What to do with the money haar..? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how am I these days..? Hmm, I never did have a good night's sleep ever since Friday. Because of alot of things. I always felt down, when I'm alone, that is. I've been hiding my feelings! Haha. Okay maybe not so well. But yeaap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had MT Listening Compre on Monday. I believe that we all had fun actually doing it. The invigilator so cute laaah. Haha. And then I was like laughing to the music and DJ before the passages were read. Haha. Then Tuesday, I had English prelim orals! I was high too for that. I just kept on talking and talking like Ms Ong was my best friend. Hahaa. I got out of the exam room feeling super duper high. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly smell ammonia. Hmms. Oh yeaah. We did a chemistry practical just now. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering... I always make mistakes. I repeatedly make mistakes. I hurt people. I'm just useless in handling relations, yeah. From young I knew that I'll be better off alone. Not to be with anyone cause I'm a failure in that. I can communicate, I can talk, just that sometimes I lose myself and POOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no. I do not stop there. I want to work towards becoming a good friend. I've not been a good friend these days. I am very very sorry. I know it's of no use. After years of going through many problems, 'sorry' has become merely just a word of no meaning. I'll wait, until you are finally able to accept me again. I am sorry, my dear. But whatever happens, I'm still here whenever, wherever. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear Syamil, thank you for always being there for me. All the time, thank you soo much dear. Nothing can change my love for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss photography. I lost my photoshop. (I accidentally deleted it.) And my camera is like old. Haha. Can I bring my brother's SLR on Friday? Can can? Then I'll take pretty pretty pictures of the pretty pretty everyone. Yeaaah? Everyone wear nice2! Do not wear school uniform laah! Yea the classmates, let's win that percentage of people wear costume thingy. Haha. Okay never mind! Ignore me. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crapping too much. Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a sudden craving for donut factory. Anyone care to join me for a 7 hours queue? Hahaa. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, let's study Hana.&lt;br /&gt;Please uterus linings finish! Hahaha. It hurts like one kind you knoww. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-8542477861778333345?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/8542477861778333345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=8542477861778333345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8542477861778333345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8542477861778333345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/nyehaha.html' title='nyehaha'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-3268974300605369890</id><published>2007-07-14T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:22:21.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep well at all last night. Now it's 11pm, I feel weak and tired, but I'm still up and awake and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was missing my darling, and waiting for him to contact me again. And he did, then my mind gone crazy and all, I just couldn't sleep. I stayed up awake staring at the ceiling for almost 3 hours. I was just staring. All the way till about 2.30am. It's amazing of Hana to sleep so late. Suddenly woke up at 6am laughing, cause I had a very, very, very, very ridiculous dream. And somehow that's the one thing that made me laughing all the way during physics lesson. Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for physics, I drifted off in class. I was thinking about Syamil all the time. I couldn't concentrate today. I really couldn't. I was also forcing myself to control my irritating attitude and emotions. Sadly, it showed during practicals. I was just like giving up on taking the readings of the mass in water thingy and measuring stuff. I just felt urghhhh. But somehow I was still very happily around people and enjoying life. =) Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to follow Nura, then went for lunch, then met my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much dear. No matter what happens. I really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down, alright? Because I really really &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; like youuu. (your sms tone.) Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so I reached home, my aunt was cutting my mother's hair. Even though I intended that as soon as I reached home I wanted to crash on my bed, I needed a haircut. And so my aunt cut my hair next. There's not much difference in my hair though. But it's very much layered and curlier/wavier now. Rebonded hair is leaving already. However, I find that my hair is nice, once I find that correct way of combing my hair and handling it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went down to Woodlands Mart and bought some groceries. Reached home and cooked dinner, ate, and cooked the chocolate biscuit. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is finally noisy again. I miss those noisy times. Nono, my aunt doesn't replace my sister, of course not. After my aunt staying for about 2 months, only now I saw the good of it. Only now I feel thankful for her being here. It took me a rather long time, but really, thank you. I may have got less privacy, but at least I got company at home. Just company to make me go crazy with and do all sorts of stupid things at home. To make me closer to my family. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, my house is a hectic place. I'm usually the last one to leave home, and can be the first one to reach home, at 5pm. The house is only noisy in the early hours of the morning or during dinnertime. Things have changed, a lot. And I like this change. Somehow I feel that my mother is a lot closer to me now, she let's me tell her everything, but I don't want to just yet. She knows I have a boyfriend, she knows and have met Syamil. She doesn't disapprove and at the same time she doesn't encourage. But that's enough for me. I know that these last four months of school will pass by real quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and to be with all the people I love is all I ever need. That is enough to make my life the best life ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the holiday after Os, which MIGHT happen. My father is intending to get me on the airplane all alone and spend about 1 or 2 months with my sister. I don't mind, as long as I got a handphone and mybabyApple. And of course some money. I'm looking forward to travelling alone. I love travelling, and not yet travelling alone. I hope it'll happen. One more thing to look forward to after Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jiayou Hana! You can do it! Work hard for your Os because there are manyyy rewards after this stage. Aja Aja!&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/4138345403935100627-3268974300605369890?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/3268974300605369890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=3268974300605369890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3268974300605369890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/3268974300605369890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-2113227290252010290</id><published>2007-07-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:03:40.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt day</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very apologetic today, and yesterday too. But more of today. Today is a day full of guilt, full of stupidity, full of tears. But full of love as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just briefly my day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm worried for like many people too. Gaaah. If only humans are born with no feelings. Everyone doesn't have an emotion. Then I won't be going through all this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay mixed feelings. I'm getting irritated by myself, I'm getting irritated my laptop. I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syamil not going to contact me anytime soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairani are you okay..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to destress. Mama, would you please give me a massage?&lt;br /&gt;(she gives the best massages.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people went to watch Harry Potter today. Nobody please tell me anything about it. I don't feel like watching it suddenly. Friday to Sunday seems to be the free-est days, and ticket is $9.50. I want to go on weekdays. Cheaper laaah. Gaaaaah. Wilson still owes me a movie. I still remember okay? Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to fill my application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back the council. Like now. I miss it, really. Still taking time to adapt. It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I need to meet that woman with the dog who always scolds the students again. I regret not telling her everything on my mind. I could even challenge her. Ok I can't think about her. Makes my blood boil. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please let me straighten my mind out. Please let me think of only one thing at one time, and please let me focus on my studies. Please allow me to do my best in my studies and excel and make the people I love proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm PMS-sy today. I tear/cry at every sad thing that happens. And I'm very whiny. I don't like that. I was whiny to Syamil, my dad and my brother. Haha. Okay I shall shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go before I make myself mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone get me a new handphone. And please repair my dying internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-2113227290252010290?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/2113227290252010290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=2113227290252010290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2113227290252010290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/2113227290252010290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/guilt-day.html' title='guilt day'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-5712091248187212669</id><published>2007-07-12T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:29:41.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can?</title><content type='html'>Can I don't blog anymore? Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study, study, study. That seems to be everything anyone does right now. Yeahh, it's true. School just destroys our life. But accept that studying is life. Haha! Okay fine I'm not the best person to say that. But yeahh, I've got to studyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 3 days, what happened..? Hmms. 4/5 got a more detailed description of giving birth! Woohoo all needles and blood. Nyehaha. Though how much details she puts into telling us that child birth is painful, it's worth it. And that's why girls are meant to be giving birth, not guys. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else..? Let's see. Life is different. School life is different sitting down in the parade square for the first time in 2 years and looking at the stage as the audience. But i got used to it. Thankfully. Hehe. And it really feels that suddenly graduating students are shut out from the school cause I don't see any peers running around the school anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my darling Syamil, I really, really love you. Nothing can ever replace you and nothing shall ever get in between us ever again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-5712091248187212669?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/5712091248187212669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=5712091248187212669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5712091248187212669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/5712091248187212669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/can.html' title='can?'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1554401330107021369</id><published>2007-07-09T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:29:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad sad ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Council Investiture was today. I bid farewell to the Student Council. I almost teared saying those words during my speech, I almost cried when shaking hands with Yong Lin, I teared when the video was played (though I helped in doing it), I cried when I was hugging Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was depressed the whole day. Apart from that, I was really tired. Maybe it was because I slept about 4 hours only. Hehe. But yeaa, no more badge wearing, no more going to the council room in the morning. And I have a confession. I have never sat with my class during morning assembly for 2 years. Tomorrow will be the first time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does feel like a part of my life has been taking away just like that. Angel dear, we will be strong. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of it already. I miss the busy-ness, I miss the hyper-ness, I miss everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's now all back to studying and focusing on only one thing. It's 4 more months and it's all done! So yeaa. Study study study! A new me coming up! Lol. Pray hard that it happens! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a very bad headache now. A very, very bad headache. And it's literally the whole head. I don't know what happened! Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to sleep early today. I'll try. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1554401330107021369?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1554401330107021369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1554401330107021369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1554401330107021369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1554401330107021369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/sad-sad-ending.html' title='sad sad ending'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-7967900236992646000</id><published>2007-07-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:35:46.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RpDHikdrw0I/AAAAAAAAAck/3coTK3VNgjw/s1600-h/P1080177---.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RpDHikdrw0I/AAAAAAAAAck/3coTK3VNgjw/s200/P1080177---.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084783376018948930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am going to miss this bunch of people. And of course a lot more. One year has passed, we say goodbye to the 5th Student Council and say hello to the 6th Student Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day that we'll formally hand over everything. I'll hand over the whole council to Yong Lin. I wish you all the best and I hope that the council will improve and reach greater heights. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 and a half years of the council, I have noticed many changes in the council, and how things are handled. The council has been the one who made me stay strong. The council has always been there for me in my worse situations. When I was alone, or had nothing to do, I would turn to the council, and I will pick myself up just like that. It has been my company throughout the years. I've devoted all my heart and soul to it. And tomorrow, 9th July, I will bid goodbye to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met new friends, new companions through this journey. I've met leaders of all kinds. I've met people of all kinds. All these gave me new experiences for me to apply to daily life. Two and a half years is really a lot. It is a big part of my life. My secondary school life, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who has been there for me, to witness all my life changes in the council. Thank You. I couldn't have done it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have graduated were the ones who were always there for me at my weakest point. When I was alone, when I was stressed with everything, when everything was anything. I will remember every single one of you. To my peers, thank you for always supporting me and guiding me into the right direction. My juniors, thank you for always giving me that encouragement and support that I needed. I can never thank all of you enough. I love every single one of the councillors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all goes well for the 6th Student Council, and I wish all the best, Yong Lin and the 6th 6th exco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hana is always here to come back anytime. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-7967900236992646000?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/7967900236992646000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=7967900236992646000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7967900236992646000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/7967900236992646000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/saying-goodbye.html' title='saying goodbye'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RpDHikdrw0I/AAAAAAAAAck/3coTK3VNgjw/s72-c/P1080177---.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-8814414510012239355</id><published>2007-07-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:44:47.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Live Earth since 7pm, nonstop. Haha. I feel like staying up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least all the way till Syamil reaches home safely after work. As long as I know he's safe, I can sleep with peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, if you have noticed, I've removed my wishlist from the right side. Hehe, cause one thing cancels out oh-so-slowly. So I decided to just remove it. Haha. But well just to tell you people out there, I need a new watch. Get me a new watch! Cause cause, I broke mine. Haha. I was just fiddling around with it and the plastic part just broke with a PAK. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright CIP today was okay. Made frequent trips back to home. Heheex. Other than that, I still feel that we had collected more stuff last year. Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have not to be doing any schoolwork these days. I've not been doing anything much too. And I kept saying "until Monday". Those 2 words. Hahaa. Okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly forgot what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, and I'm still waiting for you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Earth, love the earth! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-8814414510012239355?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/8814414510012239355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=8814414510012239355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8814414510012239355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8814414510012239355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth.html' title='live earth'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6748687537352727959</id><published>2007-07-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:42:19.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1) I ran here and there during morning assembly, didn't witness what happened to Mr Radha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I just realised today was the last day I would be able to say "good morning, announcements for today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I kept drifting off in class, couldn't stay focus. I teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Until Ms Lim showed us the blocks. Haha, I would be doing my own house! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Started getting happy, Biology and Chem was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I think Mr Cheong really has high hopes on me. He keeps saying that I can do it! Just put in more effort and I will reach my goal! He actually does make me work hard. Boy, I'm going to miss him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I played daidi in class. I had fun, actually. Though I didn't win as many times. Hahaa. My classmates really know how to create chaos. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) After school went to comp lab. Was really feeling down when I found out I couldn't transfer my files. I got stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Ran out of school and hugged my dear. I bought slurpee and we sat down and joked around. I love him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Humanities focus study. For the first time I diligently did what was assigned to do. I was proud of myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Was released early, went to causeway point with Yoges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Finally bought the materials for investiture. Spent within budget. Oh yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I got myself cheeseballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Last but not least, we will hold on strongly dear. No matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;I love you alot. Really alot. So I beg of you, hold on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-6748687537352727959?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6748687537352727959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6748687537352727959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6748687537352727959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6748687537352727959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/numbers.html' title='numbers'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-4403658646297004652</id><published>2007-07-04T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:18:15.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdayyys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday my darling Khairani! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your wishes and dreams come true, may you be happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I love you alot alot alot!&lt;br /&gt;Must smile always kayy. Smile alot2 and you'll live longer.&lt;br /&gt;Omma loves Mangkuk many2! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sharifah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kit Ki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-4403658646297004652?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/4403658646297004652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=4403658646297004652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4403658646297004652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/4403658646297004652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthdayyys.html' title='birthdayyys'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-6942313718668968618</id><published>2007-07-04T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:31:25.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RouslUdrwzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0MzF7jhu2q4/s1600-h/P1080289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RouslUdrwzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0MzF7jhu2q4/s200/P1080289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083346361566085938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I've been putting very random pictures up here. I just randomly chose an album, then randomly chose a picture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't considered as a good day. But it was alright. Wasn't in the best of moods, and I'm not going to use PMS as an excuse ever. PMS is just a stupid phrase. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maths, I'm finally getting it. Woots~ Haha. And Biology has always been fun. Mdm Ho keeps telling the short people to accept the fact that we are short people! Hahaa. Then chemistry practical, I was super duper happy that I could get to answer the concentration question all by myself! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met my dear, ate lunch, then cooled off for orals. I can't describe how nervous I felt. I couldn't even read the passage properly. Haha. But it's all over now. Yeahh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back for focus study even though I didnt intend to. Haha. And I did some questions! That sense of accomplishment. That feeling which you can get only when effort is put in. The feeling when you are all tired but when you sit back, you feel goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walked home with Mira and Firah. Long time since that happened! Haha. I love you gerls. =) And went to sleep shortly after reaching home. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after many2 pestering from people, I finally finished my speech. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-6942313718668968618?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/6942313718668968618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=6942313718668968618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6942313718668968618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/6942313718668968618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/orals.html' title='orals'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RouslUdrwzI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0MzF7jhu2q4/s72-c/P1080289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1236737973054099390</id><published>2007-07-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:06:13.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lex bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OKay I forgot to blog about one more thing. Hahaa. I still got one hour left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Lex!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Yep may all your wishes and dreams come true kayy? And you're now 16!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright2. goone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1236737973054099390?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1236737973054099390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1236737973054099390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1236737973054099390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1236737973054099390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/lex-bdae.html' title='lex bdae'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-728990411010520271</id><published>2007-07-03T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:57:50.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randooom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RopPtUdrwyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/sln1jTHnRM8/s1600-h/P1080488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RopPtUdrwyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/sln1jTHnRM8/s200/P1080488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082962769446945570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK the picture is veryyy random. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I just realised something in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoting NJRC once again! Nyehaha. I'm wearing NJRC '05, Mangkuk wearing NJRC '06. Hahaa! Yes so people who want join GO TO TAVIN! Not meee. Let me concentrate on prelims okayy? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am going to blog about the weather. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;So global warming is really affecting us. Hahaa. It's getting hotter and hotter than usual. And when it rains, it gets reallyyyy cold. Agree? Yea then the heat really gets to us, especially in class. It just gets us real sleepy and practically nothing goes into our heads. Correct? Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay I'm getting lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the lameness from Syamil gets to me. Like alot laa. Okay I'm irritating myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm as you all may have noticed, my blog is dying. Haha. I, Hana, have lost the mood and interest to blog anymore. I can't find any topics to blog about, I can't find anything interesting to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only photos, photos, and more photos. That is also, if I am not too lazy. Haha. And you knoww, the blogskin, that cloud picture, confuses me. Haha. The sun come from where? OK figure it out yourself. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I gotta do other stuffs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-728990411010520271?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/728990411010520271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=728990411010520271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/728990411010520271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/728990411010520271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/07/randooom.html' title='randooom'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RopPtUdrwyI/AAAAAAAAAcU/sln1jTHnRM8/s72-c/P1080488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-8749852984141909661</id><published>2007-07-01T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:36:00.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perbayu concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RodCp0drwvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0zaZ_UIPLfI/s1600-h/P1090293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RodCp0drwvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0zaZ_UIPLfI/s200/P1090293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082103990736110322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehe. Yes yes, that is Sle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eq. And yesterday was my first time I knew their existence. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday evening, I went to Raffles Girls' School for a Malay Cultural Concert. So the first half were all the traditional acts, then after that the modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OKay let's see, I went out of home at 5pm, then went to my cousin's house first. She wanted to clear her wardrobe. Haha, I got new stuff! But I haven't collected yet. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then we took the MRT to orchard. In the MRT, and in Orchard, I was people-watching all the way. Everyone was dressed sooo nicely. Of course, i was too. =P Haha! I looked at how people dressed, and then assumed where they were going and all. Haha. I was thinking of the National Stadium, then the Youth Park thingy, then the Christina Aguilera concert. Haha. There were like sooo many places ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yone could have gone. But I concluded that most of the people went shopping before 1st of July. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all pretty woman. Clothes, dresses, the hair. The shoes. Gaah, someone donate me money. I need it. Wahahax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK at orchard met 3 more of my cousins, then we had a hard time looking for the bus stop. Haha! We were like lost people. Heh. But in the end we found it, and made our way to RGS. Yeahh. Then concert started about 7.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah I can't remember who went on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stage first. But the malay dance performance, saw my cousin. She looks very matured. She's 2 years younger than me, and she looks older than me. Getting prettier by the day! Hehe. There was a silat performance too. And that girl, that very hyper gerl, performed twice, back to back. Both silat and malay dance. I really admire her laa. And pretty too! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was also a dikir barat performance by Temasek poly. And if you ask me, I didn't feel it was a dikir barat at all. It was like a standup/sitting down comedy. Haha. I just kept laughing all the way! They were like singing "are you sleeping" at first. Then I don't know how it became some Backstreet Boys song. Then Humpty Dumpty. Hahaa. Pure crap laa those people. Then after their performance they all made noise in the audience. Ok I shall not comment about those people. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah theeen, some skit. Theen ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; there was a break. Then the performances by Sleeq and Imran Ajmain! Nyehahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay I just screamed extraly. Haha. When nobody screamed, I did. Hahaa. I was the only crazy one. All my cousins, 6 of them, and my aunt were like staring at me pretending they don't know me. Haha. I was like having fun by myself, I don't why. I didn't even know them at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sleeq, haha. Theyre both cute! W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahahax. Well at least they didn't make me cry cause the songs were fast. Imran Ajmain songs made me cry. I mean really. They were all like "perpisahan" which means err, (omg i dont know) but it's something like not together or something like that. I mean it's like all sad love songs lor! And I cried cause, I MISS MY SYAMIL SO THE MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. But I kept it in. Yes I did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then the concert finished, me and one of my cousins went to look for her sister. The one that performed. So we went to their holding room, which was beside Sleeq's/Imran Ajmain's holding room. Wahahax. Ok I'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RodIlUdrwwI/AAAAAAAAAcA/eHqu2rdMMyQ/s1600-h/P1090305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 112px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RodIlUdrwwI/AAAAAAAAAcA/eHqu2rdMMyQ/s200/P1090305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082110510496465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ignore my ugly face laa. I was really tired. Hahaa. And he wasn't bending down. Nyehaha! OK shut up Hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study laaa! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: What do you think of my new blogskin? Haha the cloud/sun picture up there looks fake right? I took that picture okay! Oh wait, I think it's Syamil. Then yeah I edited it. Wahahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I love you my darling! I miss you soo much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-8749852984141909661?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/8749852984141909661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=8749852984141909661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8749852984141909661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/8749852984141909661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/06/perbayu-concert.html' title='perbayu concert'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/RodCp0drwvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0zaZ_UIPLfI/s72-c/P1090293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4138345403935100627.post-1426402582223717467</id><published>2007-06-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:17:37.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok I have deleted all the posts before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I took MONTHS to contemplate whether I should delete my blog or not, I finally decided to just delete my past. So a whole new blogging system where the past doesn't drag me down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take some time to edit the blogskin again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4138345403935100627-1426402582223717467?l=abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/feeds/1426402582223717467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4138345403935100627&amp;postID=1426402582223717467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1426402582223717467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4138345403935100627/posts/default/1426402582223717467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abchanadiyanadef.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Hana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15258626519638077823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1n9nPgt4l8c/SR8CCrTbYeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-f7XWt_mZhg/S220/CIMG2741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
