<?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-17003229</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:17:02.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Shoes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115955034185740965</id><published>2006-09-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:33:28.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/DSCF1033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, be it small or colossal, will change one day. Change, is unpredictable and unpreventable. So its us normal human beings who will have to live with it. I can, or should i say, I should live with it. I know where I stand and I understand ur NEEDDSSSSS. You sooo need e dolls. For some reasons, they fulfill your pleasure. Your viewing pleasure. Your every desire. I'm sorry i didnt recognize your needs. I'm sorry I did not get my hands all over u, treating u like some kind of a king when in reality ur just a puny no lifer. I'm sorry I'm not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there when u needed us. But u werent here when we needed you. So that's e most I can take. I can't take it anymore. God, please forgive me for spouting nonsense on this holy month of Ramadhan. I'm juz so blardy angry I dun know how else I shud put it across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dun come back. Get lost and hav fun wit the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think u were a gentleman. I was WRONGGGG.. u r juz another blardy *ucking genitalman. So fuck. Get outta my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better already. All the anger in my heart towards them, them, them is all out.&lt;br /&gt;&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/17003229-115955034185740965?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115955034185740965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115955034185740965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115955034185740965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115955034185740965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/everything-be-it-small-or-colossal.html' title=''/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115916673448801357</id><published>2006-09-24T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:45:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Monday Blueeeeeeesss --</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna allow myself to sound like some tweenie and goes "I am sooooo totallllly in love with this songg!!!!".  Well, actually I'm totally in love wit e guy who sang this song yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Through the fire, To the limit thru e wall..&lt;br /&gt;      For a chance to be with u.&lt;br /&gt;      I'd rather risk it all.&lt;br /&gt;      Thru e fire.&lt;br /&gt;      Thru wateva cum wat may...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  Vote for Hady Mirza ok ppl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;     Another song ttt is currently dancing in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Andai masih ada masa..&lt;br /&gt;       Kalau jodoh tidak kemana.&lt;br /&gt;       Pasti suatu hari nanti kita akan bersua.&lt;br /&gt;       Walau sampai bila walau siang berganti senja.&lt;br /&gt;       Walaupun seribu tahun menunggu mu aku rela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Bukan cinta uda dan dara.&lt;br /&gt;        BUkanlah pungguk rindukan bulan&lt;br /&gt;        BUkan cinta laila dan  majnun&lt;br /&gt;        Adam dan hawa pun juga bukan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;   Ok cukup!! Aku perlu konksentrasi sik!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;   Green is the new pink! At least it is for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115916673448801357?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115916673448801357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115916673448801357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115916673448801357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115916673448801357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-blueeeeeeesss_24.html' title='-- Monday Blueeeeeeesss --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115908516541799799</id><published>2006-09-24T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:37:13.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Conversation</title><content type='html'>JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;oit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;hey there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;uat per&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... just sent you a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;ngah blaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;..hu's ur mr kissable lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;hu is he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone says:&lt;br /&gt;no one lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;wad is he to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~my mr kissable lips is gone says:&lt;br /&gt;nuthinglah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;suits u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;wad i care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone says:&lt;br /&gt;u never care abt me anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;bt i dun like ppl sayin nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;anw 4get it ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;tk kuar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;u suka nah ajak i kuar bila i bz eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;bila i free ajaak jmpe tknk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone says:&lt;br /&gt;pasal u ajak i kluar tym i bz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;esk free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;skola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;ptg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;u nk buka luar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;anitink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;i tgk dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;tgk pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;tkdelah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;ingat tanya mcm boleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissable lips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;i ni tk puasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;asl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ my mr kissablelips is gone! says:&lt;br /&gt;perempuan ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;bgs ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i pun tk pusa esk nmpk nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;so hw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;naper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;u 'uzur' pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;tk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;sakit u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;u miz me rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;da lama tk jumpa comfirm u wanna be kiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;u miss me tk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;miss u too , i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;den surely i get someting frm u rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;like wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;kiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;sl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;hug ajer k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;ler..lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;sl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i tk suker sl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... says:&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i juz dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun look 4ward to all these kinda stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;ceh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i look like minah, yes. but i dun like to do this kinda stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;bkn slh pe uat tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;and if u think tt relationship is all abt touching and petting and masTurbating and seX, im sorry to say. we are thinking on a diff frequency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i tk ckp gitu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i juz waana roman je dgn u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;if u tink i wan u body well .. no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;define roman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;wads wif u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;as if after touchin and petting i'm gona leave u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;u stil dun hav da trust do u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i gave u some time already seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun knowlah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;its reeally hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i dah byk kali kena tipu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i sedar i ni saper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;pe u mapek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;dorang sumer ingat i ni perempuan murah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;stead ngan i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;then mintak mcm 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;biler i tak nk kasi, sumer tglkan i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;its then i know tt theyre not sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;bingit sey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;common ar if i'm nt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i too wud hav left u too long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;u can if u want to. i tk kisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;bt i dun wan coz i love u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;didn't i say i'm diff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;how cum u din tell najib that we're together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i did wad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;wads wif me tellin or nt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;wads da diff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;does it mean if i tell da whole world tat u r mine den u r happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;thats not wat i mean la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;u ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;u malu pe nk mengaku i ni matair u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i tk ckp per..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;u r toking all da nsence stuff k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;u want to be loved bt wen i do tat u tk nk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;wads da matter wif u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;ntahlah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;i pon tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry if ive been playing with ur heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;wad do u mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~zee~ tkde mood. says:&lt;br /&gt;u nak tahu aper my perasaan terhadap u yang benar2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;i knoe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKer... says:&lt;br /&gt;ntg rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny conversation with Nasir.&lt;br /&gt;truth is, i forgot we are attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiak dush!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115908516541799799?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115908516541799799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115908516541799799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115908516541799799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115908516541799799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-conversation.html' title='Funny Conversation'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115874385957721998</id><published>2006-09-20T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:21:51.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- My Wednesday -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;   After a few months of not experiencing the big P, it has finally made a comeback. Not that I am anticipating it though. The only time I would ever want to have premenstrual cramps is when I'm having Geography exam on that day and provided that the exam is reseatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Today I felt hungry yet full and full yet hungry. My stomach was grumbling yet my tummy was bloated. (haha.. ok.. it has always been bloated kan? jgn ketawa...) And I think I sat for nearly half an hour in the toilet confused whether there is a need to settle some 'business' or it is really the cramps that is making me feel that way. That was when I heard all sort of noises of someone apparently having an excruciating stomach pain because she must have eaten some illegal crocodile meat and monkey's testicle the day before. How'd I know? Oh, I can &lt;s&gt;smell&lt;/s&gt; tell...&lt;br /&gt;I think I am the only women in this world who worries about getting pregnant while having my menses at the same time. According to my mother, premenstrual cramps are just e little preparation for teenagers to prepare for pregnancy. Pregnancy, she claimed, is a million times more painful than that so by having cramps, it prepares us for the more pains to come. No thnks. I think I'll go for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, adopting may not be as fulfilling as having my own children. No, not the procreating part. I was talking about motherhood. Imagine having a fertilised egg in your stomach now travelling to the uterus lining , ready to implant itself. Imagine stroking your stomach knowing that there is someone inside there who is alive and depending its survival on you. Yeap. Must be exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I talking about pregnancy?? Must be the cramps again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115874385957721998?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115874385957721998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115874385957721998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115874385957721998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115874385957721998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-wednesday.html' title='- My Wednesday -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115837928493521250</id><published>2006-09-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:06:36.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- My Life Sinking Down -</title><content type='html'>Dun worry peeps. I am not avoiding you guys for hatred or someting along that line. I dun hold hatred. I am just filled with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed for the very friend I trusted 'talked' about me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed for the very people I hold my emotions to did not even show concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed for the very event that is happening in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was absent not because I was sick. But because of some serious family problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surprised. For the very friends I cared for did not even asked or show concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thank the people who DID show concern and emotional support. I needed that. This is the time whereby I need a lot of emotional support to keep me going. My thanks to Shallini, Jasmine, Eileen, Adeline and Hafizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, Ive learn not to sweep the problems under the carpet. It'll only grow. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think there were free lunch in this world, think again. All the wallet and shirt, free meal and gifts and all of that. Do you think they were free? They were given because it is an investment. It's not free. Friendship or concern is the core of exchange. Now that's the investment I placed. And this is the time when I most needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that guy who have hurt me the most compared to all of you. I think u dun realised how issit that u have hurt me. I have tried explaining and there's elmo to explain to you. Its a matter of whther she wants to or not, or rather, she cares about me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you people. Dun get me wrong. I still love all the three of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok. I learnt a lot. About people. About friendship and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I have done anything wrong to you guys. I apologise. I want this to end. I want all this to end. Coz I nid to divert the energy to something more pressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more contrasting issue, I have managed to get my father to come back home. I dun know why he lied to us. I dun know why my grandmother lied to us. She, of all the people. The old lady whom I have trusted and loved so much. I guess she dun deserve it. I hate her now. yes, I hate my grandmother. I want it to be public. I know its childish , but I dun care. I want it known. For all the terrible doings she has done, she deserve nothing but hatred. And to my aunts and uncles who have thought so wrongly of us, look, my mom is working now. My mom, who is sick and weak, is working to pay her husband, ur brother's debts. All of us are working. My sisters, me and my mother. We are all working to pay his debts. Tapi dia, senang2 ajer nak lafaz cerai. Sial punyer jantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have money now. May I reiterate that. I dun have money. Maybe that's the reason why I dun have friends anymore too. Because money and friends associates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, show me the way please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115837928493521250?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115837928493521250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115837928493521250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115837928493521250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115837928493521250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-life-sinking-down.html' title='- My Life Sinking Down -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115784233398649282</id><published>2006-09-09T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:54:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Like Wahhhhhhtt? -</title><content type='html'>Looking for a response? Its ok. I won't be dancing to your tune because by doing so I'm pushing down my maturity level to yours. So nop. I won't be doing that. And if I have done anything wrong to you, I'm so sorry. I apologise. I'm not perfect and neither do I have the time for such meticulous stuffs. And please , DO NOT see this as sarcasm. No one loses his/her pride by apologising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt though. I can't explan the sharp pangs in my heart. But its okay. It is really ok. I understand that people at this age (especially those who are younger than me) needs the time to develop some sense of sensitivity and also maturity. So there.. take your time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Monday onwards, I am a new person. Why am I saying this, u may ask. Well, I have to resort to this. I want to be happy. Fuss-free. Bitch-free. And well, just free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr Iss for making my day once again. And my dear Seri. I'm missing you already. Kalau dah banyak 'calling', siaper yang desperate kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115784233398649282?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115784233398649282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115784233398649282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115784233398649282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115784233398649282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-wahhhhhhtt.html' title='- Like Wahhhhhhtt? -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115771682096963689</id><published>2006-09-08T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:04:03.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Smiling from ear to ear --</title><content type='html'>Pissed off sey. Dah sampai harbourfront .. then that kinda thing hafta happen .. tkpe ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I had someone else to comfort me. Hurhur. Its none other than Mr Iss! And my darlings Seri and Sak. The chalet was fun and even though I din know some of the people there, we got on very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri sure has a rocKing cool aunt! She roX my soX man! Hahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, met Iss at Bugis after e blardy incident at Harbourfront. Went jalan2 a while. I bought a tshirt short dress and I'm totally in love with it right now! Then Seri called and asked me to come along for e chalet. So we both went there together. We lied tt Iss was an Innovian. hahaha... He could easily pass lah.. muker kiut gitu mana tk lepas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we chat chat chat together. And *ahem* I and Seri finally knew each other's dirty little secret!!! Hahahahaha... ok. This must be between us ok. And Sak too! It was fun lah talking to them. They are much more open and they have very much the same level of thinking as me. That's why we dun have to filter filter filter whatever we talk about. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at nite, me and Iss went jalan2 at e beach. Sat at the bench. Look at the moon and stare at the sea. Haiz.. Can I have that moment again please. Ahh~ the way he looks into my eyes. Boleh cair u.. And the way he kissed my lips.. Oh dear~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in e morning after Iss went back, me, Seri, Sak and her family went to Little India for breakfast and then to Mustafa Centre to shop! I bought myself a gold pump? shoes. It was really beautiful man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. A bad day that turns into a beautiful night. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Seri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Sak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my Iss very much. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115771682096963689?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115771682096963689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115771682096963689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115771682096963689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115771682096963689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/smiling-from-ear-to-ear.html' title='-- Smiling from ear to ear --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115754344731585429</id><published>2006-09-06T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:21:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Walk with Me ---</title><content type='html'>I will walk with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you this on the fone.. coz im really shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you for being frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Kid-A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Iskandar - 06-03&lt;br /&gt;Me, Aini - 16-06&lt;br /&gt;The day you asked me" to be your princess in your castle "- 06-09-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice all the 6s.&lt;br /&gt;According to Mr Iskandar here, the six means luck and there is a coincidence in our bdae dates. He is one superstitous guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But he's still a darling. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115754344731585429?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115754344731585429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115754344731585429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115754344731585429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115754344731585429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/walk-with-me.html' title='--- Walk with Me ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115754274209044362</id><published>2006-09-06T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T04:39:02.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist, but a person who drives a race car not called a racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an orange is orange, why isn't a lime called a green or a lemon called a yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody ever vanish with a trace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's another word for thesaurus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's another word for synonym?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115754274209044362?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115754274209044362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115754274209044362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115754274209044362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115754274209044362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-is-person-who-plays-piano-called.html' title=''/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115743399255311349</id><published>2006-09-04T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:31:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Expectations can go to hell --</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Setting up of expectations is a good way of making sure that you work towards your goal. But living up to expectations is a whole lot different story; especially if its not your own expectations you are living up to. Think of parents.&lt;br /&gt;Once you enter JC, the next thing they want to know is that you will straightaway get your ass off to a prestigious university, no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that if I am a poly student, my mom wouldnt have cared that much. Somewhat similar to my sister. She was a poly student, and mom didn't really cared whether she ace or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining though. Maybe it's good that mom set a very high expectation of me. At least I know that I need to work hard else someone will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;And remember what I said about duality? Well, this is rather unrelated but come to think of it again, there has been incentives of going to a JC. Eversince the beginning of three months and especially after I've gotten my O levels result, mom has been very lenient about my curfews and all. Which is good since I embrace the late night life. Haha. But no, I havent touch the clubs, unlike my "darling" sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a more contrasting issue, I think I have been thinking too much. I'll openly admit that I'm on my very very sensitive mode right now, what with the recent breakup and all that. But this 'problem' is rather too blatant to be missed. I don't know how to say this because it involves the direct parties and please, I do not want to create anymore tension. Maybe I should just be very very subtle. Ok here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not materialistic. But I just don't like it if people (refers to friends and family and whoever) treat me differently from the rest. I hate empty promises and people giving me high hopes and then disappointing me over and over again. Hey, I'm human. I feel what you feel too ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have money but don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to boast or whatsoever. I just do not think that I should be taken advantage of. Be it to *ahem* top up your f*cking petrol or to *ahem* pay for your taxi fares or for anything else which is rather too-blatant-to-say-it-here-else-i'll-go-to-school-a-lonely-arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to receive a thank-you from people whom I've wasted my money on. Ok maybe not 'wasted' my money on. Let's think of it as an investment. Like what the economists always argue, there's no such thing as a free lunch. A simple thank you would show gratitude but the absence of a thank you shows that I'M BEING TAKEN FOR GRANTED. You get my drift?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115743399255311349?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115743399255311349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115743399255311349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115743399255311349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115743399255311349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/expectations-can-go-to-hell.html' title='-- Expectations can go to hell --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115735166112389372</id><published>2006-09-03T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:34:21.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- My 'Holiday' -</title><content type='html'>Some days I'm good. Some days I'm not. These is just one of the days whereby I'm somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Strange. This is the time when the familiars make u feel strange yet the strangers make you feel fame. Well, its hard to comprehend how I feel right but the closest word I can use will be "confuse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yepz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   R , M , D , F &amp; H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sorrilah, I tengah tak selera uuu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nk single, tapi lonely. Nak matair, tapi tak syg. Can I have my B back please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   U tink I have moved on? Hurhur. I want to think so. Tapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Merepek kan aini. Dah nak exam tulis macam gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok. Serious note now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I believe that the term duality exist very much in most aspects of our lives. Deciding to do one thing would mean forgoing the other. Think econs. Think of the opportunity cost ppl. Sometimes you commit the first choice due to obligation. Yep. Like, making unneccessary promises, impromptu decisions and well, just plain obligation. The opportunity cost? Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For me, I've wasted my time, energy and self esteem. Sometimes, or actually all the times, the world can be very unfair. Yes. Very unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I must make sure that the tables are turn. I have plan A in my head. If plan A doesnt work, then plan B will sink in. But plan A better work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I bumped in to my ex. He's changed alot! Like, he's now much more berisi and he's married! Happily married with a daughter. We chatted and talked about wats new and all and realised tt each of us plus our family members are all runnin towards woodlands. The strange is that we've never bump into each other before. Its kinda surprising to meet an ex whose married  but hey.. we dun hav tt kind of feelings for each other anymore.. Tak selera lah u . I nak yang virgin ok? hahhaahahh... Anyway, he's 10 years my senior so yeah, it shudnt happen kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aper aku merepek ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is my 100th post!!! Yeay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115735166112389372?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115735166112389372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115735166112389372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115735166112389372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115735166112389372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-holiday.html' title='- My &apos;Holiday&apos; -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115701087038160953</id><published>2006-08-31T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:54:30.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Love is in e air --</title><content type='html'>The holidays are here once again people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This calls for a celebration!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115701087038160953?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115701087038160953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115701087038160953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115701087038160953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115701087038160953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-in-e-air.html' title='-- Love is in e air --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115657071997493602</id><published>2006-08-25T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:38:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- one more week --</title><content type='html'>Just received an email asking us to bring e art dunno wat booklet. crap sey.  i dun even remember buying one.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   anyway, yesterday was mr seetho's pms day and frankly, im rather pissed off with him. aper sajerlah die merepek. sumer kerja campak pat aku. mintak kena selipar betullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And today. lets see.. what do i have to do? actually a lot lah. tapi. cam tkde mood ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and im so irritated wit myself lah. i havent been constructive these few weeks. mampos. exams dah nak datang, e inertia masih duduk pat kepala. kepala batu betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ntahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  maybe later i shall ask aisah out to bpp to study or slack or smething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  erm NaD? u free? single ke tak hari ni? heehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and FiZz.. the ball is rolling.. (hahaha.. ni joke merepek dari dinie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115657071997493602?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115657071997493602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115657071997493602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115657071997493602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115657071997493602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-more-week.html' title='-- one more week --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115594693682539936</id><published>2006-08-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:22:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- NEA --</title><content type='html'>My PW group finally went down to NEA and the trip was not a wasted one; unlike what we predicted. Although initially when the receptionist told us that NEA was not in control of any collecting or recycling processes, we were kinda disappointed. But we pressed her for more information. And after that we discussed about when and how we're going to get to the companies who are in charge of recycling in Tuas and also about how we're going to go about our project. So all in all, in wasnt a wasted trip. =) (we also took a lot of free posters including e ones for public toilets! haha...!)&lt;br /&gt;    Secondly, I managed to pay back my two days worth of sleep which I had been deprived of. I sleep a whole 12 hours from 8 pm to 8 am!! Haha... and not forgetting, I woke up a happier person.. No more a cranky bitch now.. =)&lt;br /&gt;     As for today, I have a lot of events on my agenda. Like finishing Intro,filing of geog, geog assignment and many more lah. Will be going Fas's house later to build our crate. I pray hard that it can be done by today coz we really dun have time anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway a reminder to my 0642A people, pls bring ur geog files with all  the lectures notes. And complete ur Times magazine template by this Thursday!! An order by Aini, your GP rep.&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/17003229-115594693682539936?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115594693682539936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115594693682539936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115594693682539936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115594693682539936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/nea.html' title='-- NEA --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115578093873749380</id><published>2006-08-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:34:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- The Bull Goes Red -</title><content type='html'>Get me this anytime beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/redbull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook is not the word. Necessity is more like it. Necessary if your sleeping patterns start at 3 am everday and you tend to wake up cranky. So its either a redbull or a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/bull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bull who sees red.&lt;br /&gt;Especially essential when the people around are being a bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nop. This is not another angsty post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post. This is just one of those times whereby I wished I'm just a cat or a bird whereby the only agenda I would be having only includes eat, sleep, mate, eat, sleep, mate. Not that I'm desperate to mate tho.&lt;br /&gt;Life is definitely a bliss if there were no projects, homeworks or tests. Or hormones, tho I'm not entirely sure whether those animals actually have it or not. The point is, I want to be free and happy. Not to be weighed down by work or communication problems.&lt;br /&gt;Aisah was just telling me about how she wanted to be a bird too. Weird thing is, she wants to be a bird and just sat on the tree branches near telletubbies hill to watch the soccer boys in Sports School. I didnt know that birds fantasize about human boys too. She is sure one weird bird. =p And why would the human boys be fascinating about you (in e context tt ur a bird) ? I'm entirely sure those boys have one of their one. Hurhur...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll rather be a cat. Cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/cats-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur... I shall be a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/stress.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not a stress cat please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm just bored ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115578093873749380?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115578093873749380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115578093873749380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115578093873749380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115578093873749380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/bull-goes-red.html' title='- The Bull Goes Red -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115572271022804093</id><published>2006-08-16T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T03:05:10.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- hurhur -</title><content type='html'>To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/gtlost.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have to learn to live through with this kinda stuff. This month seems to be the ultimate bitchfest period and I wonder why things are turning this way.&lt;br /&gt;    I'll follow mom's advice and just turn a deaf ear to what's happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hope that this particular son of a bitch will leave me alone. Threatening me won't do any good. I'd rather not put myself in danger. Y dun u do some soul searching and learn e reason why your ex fiancee left you. I bet its truly because of your fucking attitude. Geez.  I shall not bother by whatever threatenings you give. What goes around comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115572271022804093?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115572271022804093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115572271022804093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115572271022804093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115572271022804093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurhur.html' title='- hurhur -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115537062920237711</id><published>2006-08-12T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:21:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- FireWorks is in the Air -</title><content type='html'>Something romantic ultimately happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a proper outing for the 4 of us. Elmo, me, Nad and FiZz went to e Esplanade to witness e fireworks. Yep. Only the four of us and it was a very memorable and warm and cosy moment. =) Its hard to explain.. but if u ever experience seeing something so captivating with e ones u love then maybe u'll understand. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/fireworks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks, we found a spot to sit amidst the m&amp;amp;m but we didnt have a choice do we since the place was already brimming with people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad and I exclaimed tt we had brought something to show at the same time. =) and Aisah insisted that i showed mine first. ok then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the 'love' chocolate. One for each of us. It's to celebrate our singlehood (Nad's momentary singlehood, Aisah and me entering singlehood), I told them.( And a promise to myself tt i shud concentrate on my studies too!) So yeah.. Single is forever... =) [ ok aisah.. i know ur doubting me on this.. but i shall prove to you.. hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And .... *drumrolls* ... Nad and Aisah bought for me cake(s) to celebrate my burfday!! It was really really sweet lah.. and I was really surprised!!! Thank you so much guys.. I've always said this but let me say it again. U GUYS ROXXXX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here r e pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/ecake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/meandecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/usagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw this at the busstop which reminds us of Mr Seetho! HAhA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/naughty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.. somethng someone might hav her (or his!) fetishes on!!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/boyswittoys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115537062920237711?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115537062920237711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115537062920237711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115537062920237711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115537062920237711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks-is-in-air.html' title='- FireWorks is in the Air -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Fireworks%20at%20Esplanade/th_fireworks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115521995893258750</id><published>2006-08-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T07:25:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>= HopeLess lahhh =</title><content type='html'>Ive just realised how angsty i sound in the last post. Then again, being in my situation, who wouldnt be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And in case ppl start to think that im being petty, hey.. im not.. im only human.. and its only natural that i brood over disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, disappointment being disappointment, its indispensible by nature. Therefore, I shall take it to my stride to be proud that these things happens now and not be held back in e later part of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, im still sad that ppl take me for granted.Tat frens dun appreciate what i do. And frens giving lame excuses to escape certain duties. And the ex being a fother mucker today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But no, I won't forget the rest who have made my life symmetrical. As such, i wanna extend my heartfelt gratitude to Aisah for being a listening ear and an aunt agony to pathetic me today. Thank u so much Aisah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* I better control this stupid infatuation. Know wat ppl, I'm never ever going to fall in love. Ever again. I promise *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115521995893258750?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115521995893258750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115521995893258750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115521995893258750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115521995893258750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/hopeless-lahhh.html' title='= HopeLess lahhh ='/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115517466997265485</id><published>2006-08-09T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:51:09.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- This things dun go away do they ? -</title><content type='html'>This is not the kind of things you can allow ppl to force u to do it. And I've been there done that and its no big deal. So get a life ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shall remain low and quiet. For I've seen myself sink to e bottom of the pit. So thanks you wonderful people for disappointing me yet again. And thanks again for thinking I'm some kind of a WhoreFotherMucker who treats  girls like cheap chicks. Truth is, I havent got enough time on my hands to even punch handphone buttons. Much less spread around 'stuffs'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And yes, thank YOU for promising and then taking back your promises. Thanks a lot. And dun worry, me, this FotherMucker Aini won't be contacting you again. SO LONG AND GOODBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115517466997265485?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115517466997265485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115517466997265485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115517466997265485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115517466997265485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-things-dun-go-away-do-they.html' title='- This things dun go away do they ? -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115509377227183045</id><published>2006-08-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:22:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Infatuation --</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Takkan lagi ku sendiri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kasih yang berlalu kini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terasa keabadian cinta kau beri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mungkin kadar ku bermimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sebahagia begini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kini bukan ilusi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh kasih....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seindah irama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gemersik suaramu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Menanggung sepiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yang merindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Akanku sahut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cinta mu itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bersama kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Menuju bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I just feel so jiwang lah today. And to think that I actually used to tell Nad off for being jiwang. Hhaahha.. Now i understand why... hehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, met 'ikan setengah' yesterday. Watched the VCD 'Stuck On You' on my laptop. He was complaining of a bad headache before we met but he still went down all e way to CCK from his camp to meet me. How sweet. He told me that the headache was still lingering on halfway thru the movie so I helped massage his temples. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was a fun nite lah. And I still doesnt know whether to believe whether his curfew is at 7.30 or not. He just told me that he's actually 24 and not 20!! Hiak dush! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I mind tho...&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*The infatuation is burning stronger. I better control it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115509377227183045?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115509377227183045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115509377227183045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115509377227183045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115509377227183045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/infatuation.html' title='-- Infatuation --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115496372436070686</id><published>2006-08-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:15:24.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- So Shweeettttt --</title><content type='html'>I found something in my email which is really really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hey Aini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;   Sori to hear dat ur relationship wif shahdan has ended...tapi rem there other fishes in the sea so jgn sedih2 ok...veri sori cant make it for the movie 2dae...but 2moro we will do sumthing fun ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;   Cheer up!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;   Lots of Luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;   sha_elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh dear.. And I was supposed to have gotten it long time ago lah.. argh!!! stoopid me, i shud hav opened my email about a week ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Still, its so very sweet of u elmo.  And yep, i've found another fish. And even tho it's half fish(hahahahaha.. onnie 42a ppl will understand...) , he makes my heart skip a beat! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And another sweet thing that happened today was that the 4 of us watched a movie together- again!!! Yeah, Elmo, Hafiz, Nad and me!!! We watched Tokyo Drift. Sorry guys, really din wanna watch Click again... But yeah, u guys rox man!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm smiling. I have great friends. Busy but fulfilling life. Great Family. Good environment. *A new someone special*. Why wouldnt I be smiling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  =))))) I'm so happy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115496372436070686?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115496372436070686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115496372436070686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115496372436070686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115496372436070686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-shweeettttt.html' title='-- So Shweeettttt --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115487687876661574</id><published>2006-08-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T08:08:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Complete Euphoria --</title><content type='html'>When I first saw him, my heart jumped and there were butterflies in my stomach. The all too common feeling is coming back. I was stumped for words and that was why I was quiet. And I cant help but smile all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He was on msn just now but I only attempted a short reply to his qns because I was very very bz. Then Zoe told me that I should treat him better and that was when I realised that I was being really cold. Gee, I hope he didnt get the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He have already went back to camp or "zoo" as he preferred to call it. I'm gonna missed chatting and talking crap on msn. And the laughters. And him poking my ribs and pinching my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    U know, while we were watching Click, I was sitting beside him and notice that he is quite a well dressed person. He was resting his head on the chair and his hair was at my nose level and i realised that his hair smelt good too. hahhaha... During  the first half of the movie, i fought the urge to lean over and smell his hair. But in the end, I gave up. I secretly lean over and smell his hair... hahahaha.. Notty notty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oklah ppl. I nid to complete my work now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   See Elmo and Nad. I'm letting go of old memories. *clap*clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *Daydreaming*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115487687876661574?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115487687876661574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115487687876661574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115487687876661574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115487687876661574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/complete-euphoria.html' title='-- Complete Euphoria --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115469171613524507</id><published>2006-08-04T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:41:56.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Hanya Masa ---</title><content type='html'>Andai masih ada masa&lt;br /&gt;Kalau jodoh ke mana.&lt;br /&gt;Pasti suatu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Kita akan bersama...&lt;br /&gt;Walau sampai bila..&lt;br /&gt;Walau siang berganti senja.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun seribu tahun..&lt;br /&gt;Kita akan bersua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cinta uda dan dara.&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah pungguk rindukan bulan.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cinta Laila dan Majnun&lt;br /&gt;Adam dan hawa pun bukan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115469171613524507?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115469171613524507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115469171613524507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115469171613524507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115469171613524507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/08/hanya-masa.html' title='--- Hanya Masa ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115441232987043358</id><published>2006-07-31T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:05:29.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Seriously speaking, i thought i was okay. Thought i was strong enuff. Then I realised it was truly because I was too busy to even think about what was really happening.&lt;br /&gt;  Today, I sat in the second floor of the library which was rather quiet and deserted. Was casually browsing thru the pics in photobucket when i came upon the pictures I took when i was out with nisa and athirah and the boyfrens and THE ex.&lt;br /&gt;  I felt a sharp pang thru my heart when i saw our pics together. It took a while to sink it that everthing is truly over. What is left now is only hurt and hope. Hope for a new life rather than 'hope' to be back together again.&lt;br /&gt;   Luckily there was no one around. I hope no one would see these tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do realise that im blabbering again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But let me just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I miss him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/DDaY/DSCF0905.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115441232987043358?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115441232987043358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115441232987043358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115441232987043358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115441232987043358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/DDaY/th_DSCF0905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115399378660039106</id><published>2006-07-27T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:49:46.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- WhEEeeeeEEE -</title><content type='html'>Lets see what are the things I have to do, or rather, still left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1) Malay Summary&lt;br /&gt; 2) Geog Mission Extremely Impossible&lt;br /&gt; 3) Writing Report (intro)&lt;br /&gt; 4) Lit Review&lt;br /&gt; 5) Canon Digifest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway Nad, I dun have to change it. The *him* now refers to some one else... hehehhe.... *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115399378660039106?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115399378660039106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115399378660039106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115399378660039106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115399378660039106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheeeeeeeee.html' title='- WhEEeeeeEEE -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115375834491974002</id><published>2006-07-24T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:25:44.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* PW *</title><content type='html'>I'm in a rush. So I'll be short and sweet in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1) &lt;strong&gt;sun&lt;/strong&gt;- The SMRT Challenge was uber fun! So what if we didnt win, we had fun and experience and most importantly, got to know each oth better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2) &lt;strong&gt;sat&lt;/strong&gt;- Racial Harmony in School. A-ok lah. Did I mentioned my aunt, Cik Uji was there? Hahaha.... She was jaga-ing one of the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3) &lt;strong&gt;sat&lt;/strong&gt;- MLEP Reporting. Ah daym! Speaking of which, i just remembered that i haven done the newspaper writing! But it was funny. Those kids at e library were very nottie!!! But cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4) &lt;strong&gt;mon&lt;/strong&gt;- My trip to e hospital? Alamak! Macam nightmare lah.. The doctor kept scaring me sehh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5) &lt;strong&gt;sat&lt;/strong&gt;- The Sajak Comp? Hahaha... it was a mistake. There were no comps. Only for sec students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6) &lt;strong&gt;sat&lt;/strong&gt;- The Black Box Comp? Ahakz! Settled.... Cikgu Hani prepared most of the things for us but I nid to make sure eveything turns out find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7) &lt;strong&gt;this cumin wed&lt;/strong&gt;- The Malay Pameran.  Hmm... Lucky there are sofas in e MLEP room. With a bit of creativity, walla! All done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   8) this cumin friday- &lt;/strong&gt;Canon Digifest? Hm... im still raking my brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8) &lt;strong&gt;today and everyday&lt;/strong&gt; - PW? There's just so many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And on top of all that, I still haven study for Geog Test tmr, haven done my two econs assignments. Have not started on WR. Have not complete maths and I have for wake up fearly tmr *fearly = fucking early* for captain's ball competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Altho im effing bz, I still feel contented i dun know why. I think its becoz the baggage is gone. Yep. Hey... I'm single but HAPPY!!! Now that's new!!!! I'm seriously not fronting!!!! Yessahhhh... singles rules....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115375834491974002?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115375834491974002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115375834491974002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115375834491974002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115375834491974002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/pw.html' title='* PW *'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115332842531498034</id><published>2006-07-19T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:00:25.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- This is Taxing -</title><content type='html'>I now understand how that guy who works in the construction site feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just see this. Morning run everyday. Plus rugby 2.4 on Tues and Thurs morning. No Games during p.e. And what do poor me and Shallini and Elaine does? Run somemore. Not to mention that I can't escape from rugby in the Tues and Thurs afternoon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    To add to that, there's PW. I am so worried about PW and im wondering if the rest feels the same way too. My instinct tells me that we are not doing enough. And if we continues to wait for  the leader's commands w/o doing anything on our own, we'll surely lose out.  I'm sorry if I'm being too hard on you guys (Fas and Dinie). I really really want all the 3 of us to get A1 or at least A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On top of that, there are also other personal issues. Like how to avoid thinking of him *haha*. Poor Aisah. Kena rush by me (to try ) to take the MRT at 5 oclock sharp everyday. Haiyah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear God, please give me the strength to stay awake and to strongly ignore Ms Lee's remarks. Ahhh... she's the salt in my wounds. Dear God, please give her a holiday or something. She so needs it. No wait. I need her to have it so I wont have to see her. *haha* evil siah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115332842531498034?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115332842531498034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115332842531498034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115332842531498034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115332842531498034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-taxing.html' title='- This is Taxing -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115312081806195970</id><published>2006-07-17T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:20:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Keluhan Hati Seorang Insan yang Kurang Sempurna-</title><content type='html'>Pejam dan celik, pejam dan celik&lt;br /&gt;Ombak dan tenang, ombak dan  tenang.&lt;br /&gt;Pasir masih tidak berubah.&lt;br /&gt;Hati masih dirodok panah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila disuap&lt;br /&gt;Tiada mahu ditelannya&lt;br /&gt;Bila diberi&lt;br /&gt;Tiada mahu diterimanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila lagi hati nak bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Jika dajal hinggap di kepala&lt;br /&gt;Bila lagi hidup bercahaya&lt;br /&gt;Jika sentiasa memangku sengsara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benci di hati semakin membara.&lt;br /&gt;Luat di bibir makin berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;Kau setan bertopengkan manusia&lt;br /&gt;Kau bagai iblis sentiasa durjana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesabaranku ada batasnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kesengsaraan bukan selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;Iltizamku bukannya cerita.&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku tinggalkan kau, seorang bencana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau.&lt;br /&gt;Adalah SIAL dalam hidup ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I explain more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115312081806195970?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115312081806195970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115312081806195970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115312081806195970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115312081806195970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/keluhan-hati-seorang-insan-yang-kurang.html' title='- Keluhan Hati Seorang Insan yang Kurang Sempurna-'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115303753730410368</id><published>2006-07-16T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:12:17.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Not So Much of a Sunday -</title><content type='html'>The weekends are here.&lt;br /&gt;Says you.&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are burnt.&lt;br /&gt;That's true.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers hates us.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;Give so much homework!&lt;br /&gt;Oh boo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went for the flag day and instead of really collecting funds , we end up wasting more than a third of the time travelling. Which was not that bad anyway. But the Chung Cheng boys we coincided with were being a pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;After the 5 hour 'ordeal' , we finally get to go home. But not before contemplating whether we should go for the debates or not. We were kinda reluctant partly because we were already so tired and because we found out that we need to wear a full uni with e badge. How frustrating is that? On the other hand, they deserve our support after practising for so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we end up surrendering to the fluffy pillows. I was there for them in spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learn an important lesson I kept learning but not really following. Don't procrastinate! You are making a mountain &lt;s&gt;out of&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;from&lt;/u&gt; a molehill!! What should I do, now that my homework and project work are up to my ears? Yes, pray hard that the teachers forgot about it. Or maybe someone bombed the school and we get extra holidays or something. No, stupid Aini. Get your homeworks done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel kinda peaceful now. Coz my sisters are boycotting me. Ahhh.... They think its a torture but no, its complete euphoric. It should be this way everyday... No more sisters telling me that JC students have no life or immature or whatever... This is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[[[[I wish you are not working every weekends. I wish to sink my face in your shoulders and let all my worries go away. I miss the days we just sat and talk and laugh like nobody's business. Those felt like caledonian years ago. I miss poking your ribs and making you laugh till your face goes red. I miss the smell of your hair. I just wish that the rat race would stop and that the world would just stay still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; ]]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115303753730410368?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115303753730410368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115303753730410368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115303753730410368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115303753730410368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-so-much-of-sunday.html' title='- Not So Much of a Sunday -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115279245497944471</id><published>2006-07-13T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T05:07:35.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- DreadFul -</title><content type='html'>Have u ever encounter a day whereby many occurence seems to bear the same resemblance? I dun really know how to explain this but let me just offer u some examples. You read the newspaper and comes across the word ermmm... " deja vu" for example. You've never heard it before n U went to find out the meaning and then for that period of time u realise that everyone else is verbalizing the same word. And when u read other reading materials like magazines for example, u realise that they are repeating the words "deja vu" all the time.. And u wonder... How strange is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, what im gonna say is totally unrelated to that. But let me just show u how flustered I am with the teachers, particularly today. Similar to the "deja vu" story I've told u, this is what happened. I can say that for the past few months or so, I hav not really gotten into trouble that much yet. But i dun know why this week, the teachers seems to find me interesting enuff to vent their anger or something. Like Ms Wang for example, commented that my earrings are too big when the rest of the girls are wearing super big earrings under her nose.  So she wants me to change my earrings and didnt even comment on the rest. And Ms Lee for another GOOD example. Whats her problem man? I feel like her dog or something. She's like breathing on my neck, she's the person always appearing on my nightmares. I dun wanna elaborate on her but given the chance, I really wish I could shout into her face to give me a break or something. And then that f&amp;^%ing Mr Dunno-what. That discipline master of ours.  I was wondering what was on a piece of paper someone from the back of the row asked me to read when he came up and with that moronic face and scolded us to pay attention. Like hello, e guy beside me was reading and not listening and somewhere beside me e girls were talking and mumbling. Why dun u get ur arse to them too? That's when I thought that this guy must really has some issues with me bcoz he had also once vented his anger on me and my poor fren. Its as if I fucked his mother or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The abovementioned incidents are petty. But when so long u tried to accomodate to e rules and have stayed quite clearly out of trouble, and then while u still are, one day everyone just decides that u have a fugly face and therefore they need to scold u or something, it is really frustrating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Am I being angsty or something? Hahhaha... But I swear before I leave Innova after my A levels, Im gonna shout rite into the face of 2 out of 3 people I have mentioned above. Tell them to go get a life or a sex mate or something. If married, go find a sex worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - End of Story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So what's the moral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Innova Sux!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115279245497944471?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115279245497944471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115279245497944471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115279245497944471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115279245497944471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreadful.html' title='- DreadFul -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115253622874184099</id><published>2006-07-10T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:15:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Harapkan Pagar.... --</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kita sama-sama mendongak ke langit menakung air. Apabila menelek di tangan , antara satu daripada kita akan merasai kemarau yang berpanjangan. Mula-mula, aku tekad, kalau di sana kemarau, mungkin air di perigi ini akan ku kongsi bersama. Tapi sial mana yang dtg, aku yang kena kemarau. Tapi sayang lah, tekad hati aku bukan tekad hati orang lain. Bila aku kemarau, yang lain bersimpang muka, buat tak tahu.&lt;br /&gt;Baguslah. &lt;em&gt;Itulah dia yang dinamakan Melayu.&lt;/em&gt; Aku pun Melayu juga, tapi susu ibu yang aku rasa, tak sedikit pun yang mengalir dalam badanku yang berbaur dengki. Tidak mengapa. Rezeki kau, kau rasa, rezeki aku, aku akan rasa jua. Melayu kau, melayu selamanya. Tapi Melayu aku, menguntungkan orang. Aku akan pergi melangkah jauh. Insyallah tuhan selalu di samping mereka yang tidak mempunyai perasaan hasad dengki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ingat tu, I'll BE BACK!!!!! No grudges. Aku tak simpan perasaan yang dimiliki iblis. Aku cuma mempunyai semangat api yang semakin bersemarak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminyaraballamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    On a much lighter note, just now we went to eat at Gallilee. It was one of Hafiz's antiques lah... He loves impromptu decisions and always manage to drag me and Elmo in also. But we enjoyed eating at new places lah... Hafiz had chicken chunks, Elmo had oreo cheesecake and fries while I had chocolate truffles and chicken chunks and a really bad sore. Hahaha... My wisdom tooth is growing and it hurts like hell.  Anyway, Hafiz have had his wisdom tooth before and so he was telling me how to minimize e pain and stuff and aisah was asking how come her wisdom tooth was not growing yet. And we calmed her down by saying that wisdom tooth only grows when e person is wise enough and know wat? She predicts that her would come very , very late. Hhahahahahah... Forgive me.. U know how boring life is for me if i dun bully Elmo every single day of my jc life.... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115253622874184099?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115253622874184099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115253622874184099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/harapkan-pagar.html' title='-- Harapkan Pagar.... --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115246729506579281</id><published>2006-07-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:29:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- MLEP -</title><content type='html'>I didnt know that doing interviews could be fun. I was expecting some confusion and stuffs but yesterday's event was smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Me, Aisah and Fz had to attend the story telling competition at Marsiling to do our project work. In short, we had to cover the events like what those typical reporter would do. The morning b4 that me and Aisah met up with Hafiz for some admin stuff and that was when we remembered that we havent called Fz yet! No wonder I felt something was missing. So we called her and without much complain she came to event. Thanks and sorry yah gurl!!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      At the event, we interviewed some of the cute primary school participants, the organizer of the event and talked to Mr Hawazi Daipi. No wonder Nad says he's already like her friend coz he's so friendly lah... And we were invited to take pictures with the advisory commitee. How cool is that??&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      I was basking with pride coz the advisory commitee treated us like as if we were some kind of gold.. haha... think its coz of the word in MLEP. Melayu Elite... They really thought we were elites.. hhahahaa.... &lt;br /&gt;      At then after that, me and Aisah went to the Jurong library to finish up with our interview. &lt;br /&gt;   All in all it was great lah.. And I cant wait to catch the next mission! Cakerawala Ekamatra at Jurong lib i think.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Aniway, something completely unrelated to e event above.. I think e IJ teachers must learn to be a bit more relaxing. Other jcs are letting their students go to schl later tmr coz of world cup so why couldnt we? Not that i watch them but bcoz e ppl in my house watch em, I cant sleep coz its too noisy. And my teachers are very perfectionist.In fact, too perfectionist for my liking. Alamak... The authorities says A, they tell us to do A. No mather how gd your excuse are, its still gonna be A.Die die must do A. Haiyo.... Leave your hair on lah teachers! Frustrating u know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115246729506579281?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115246729506579281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115246729506579281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115246729506579281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115246729506579281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/mlep.html' title='- MLEP -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115211694053553315</id><published>2006-07-05T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:29:00.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- What now? --</title><content type='html'>Econs hw.&lt;br /&gt;  Geog mission impossible.&lt;br /&gt;  GP Times magazine.&lt;br /&gt;  PW.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  See? Im having 'fun' I tell u.&lt;br /&gt;  Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;  I love school.&lt;br /&gt;  I love school and I love school.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I read somewhere that if say this mantra repeatly, it will become true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So people, repeat after me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  SCHOOL IS GOOD! WE LOVE SCHOOL! WE LOVE HOMEWORKS!!&lt;br /&gt;  SCHOOL IS GOOD! WE LOVE SCHOOL! WE LOVE HOMEWORKS!!&lt;br /&gt;  SCHOOL IS GOOD! WE LOVE SCHOOL! WE LOVE HOMEWORKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yep. Repeat it 38423423473297 times and feel the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115211694053553315?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115211694053553315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115211694053553315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115211694053553315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115211694053553315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-now.html' title='-- What now? --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115166430040823632</id><published>2006-06-30T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:45:00.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- SuMMer is gone --</title><content type='html'>Yeay!! Summer tests is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Its time to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For now, before e results came and reality sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Im really really worried for my malay tho. I was sick when i took e paper. And maths, ohmigod, e numbers looked like some japanese words. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mom said I still have next year.. Wadda*toot*! Kalau repeat jc1, biler mau game??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Poly, here I come. Ahakz. Nolah. No Poly for me. Never. I dun want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Malas nak blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  CU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115166430040823632?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115166430040823632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115166430040823632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115166430040823632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115166430040823632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-is-gone.html' title='-- SuMMer is gone --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115121404672170206</id><published>2006-06-24T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:51:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- The Johor Trip --</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;They say economics is common sense made difficult. Why do we still learn Economics if its common sense? Because, as quoted from Nad, common sense is , uncommon. Does it make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I believe I'm now ready to illustrate my trip to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last week. (I always update late. So what's new?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we were supposed to go to Bintan but because of time constraint, we settled on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But that's quite substantial coz we DID have fun and not to mention shooooppping... heheehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Compact Hotel very near to e causeway. At night, we ate at the makeshift stalls at e roadside. (warung kaki lima) And my Singaporean stomach decided to be patriotic. Eventually, I couldn't take e pain anymore and vomitted out everything. The 'everything' being e concoction of Mee Lakna (its soo tasteless it should be called Mee 'Laknat'), Satay and keropok Lekor. I'm hungry again. But in e hotel, my sis (who was feeling rich at that tym) ordered ice cream and coke with a blown-out-of-proportion price. No, not e rite term. Should I say hyperbolic price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sis watched the tube ( which can still capture Singapore's TV network and make us feel soo homely), my second sis tried sleeping while listeniing to MP3 while I studied. Yep. I studied. Haiz... Sis say I was missing e fun part of e holiday but what choice do I have? My summer tests are cuming for Pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/CheckgIn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at e Hotel's lobby. I looked like Im wearing sleevess. No, My shirt is skin brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/ParentsLobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents outside our Hotel's Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/4Compact.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us after midnite shopping and supper. Anyway, there are a lot of Singaporean Mat Motor going pass this road everyday.. haha... u r wondering how I know????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/FamilyHotell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e whole family in me and my sis hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/MeLunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgn kacau.. Fad tgh lapar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/MakNKam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mak.. She look younger than her age actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/BabaNKam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my dad and his joke sumer kental kental so that explains my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/ape.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fad at City Square.. shopping paradise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/MeNKam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/KakNKam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and first Sis.Tgh bored tunggu keretapi datang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. tu jer... Dah bis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, at random, I think im gonna fail my Malay very badly coz during Sastera, I was sick. Fever, rashes and pening.. Ohmigod. I'm so scared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it takes time for us to realise what our parents have to say. Now, I truly understands what my mom told me about family being e top priority in our life. Not that I disagree with her, I just thought that everyone in my life is on e same par. But how wrong can I be. My family were the ones who made sure I would get well real soon. And much more lah. There's just too much to mention here. I've learnt my lesson. My family is now my most most uppermost importance. As for e rest, I'm not disappointed coz i think I just have a high expectation. How can I expect other people to have e same prisip as me? Now wonder when I sent hw to my fren's house when she was down with fever, her mom told me that she was surprise that that her daughter still have a caring fren. I thought she was just being nice coz I thought it was a normal procedure...Now I know why she said that way.. Thanks mom, for shaping me to be who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115121404672170206?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115121404672170206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115121404672170206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115121404672170206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115121404672170206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/johor-trip.html' title='-- The Johor Trip --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Johor%20Trip/th_CheckgIn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115096109692395150</id><published>2006-06-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:24:56.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Tkde Keje --</title><content type='html'>Fairuz.. Here goes... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What were you doing in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) Revising during recess.&lt;br /&gt;  2) Stoning in art class.&lt;br /&gt;  3) Laughing and bitching.&lt;br /&gt;  4) Ponning netball.&lt;br /&gt;  5) Folkdancing. Ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Five of your favourite singers/band?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  1) Beyonce Knowles.&lt;br /&gt;  2) Siti Nurhaliza.&lt;br /&gt;  3) DiNoDi&lt;br /&gt;  4) Katak bawah blk&lt;br /&gt;  5) Nyonya jiran aku yg asyik berkaraoke tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Five things you would do if you were a millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) Shop for shoes *ahh..* clothes,handphones,bags *ahh..*&lt;br /&gt;  2) Go for driving license, buy a Lexus and a Lamborghini. And a Porsche for B.&lt;br /&gt;     (provided im a millionaire nt because of ONE million but a FEW millionSSS.&lt;br /&gt;  3) Bring my family,0642A, Ms Wang and Jembu to Bintan for a free holiday.&lt;br /&gt;  4) Buy mp3s and funky handphones for all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;  5) Beli rumah pat Johor sebelah umah Aisah. Hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Five things you like doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) Shopping for shoes and bags.&lt;br /&gt;  2) Daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;  3) Mp3-ing&lt;br /&gt;  4) Surfing&lt;br /&gt;  5) Watch Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Five things you would never buy, wear or get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) Buy anything associated to pigs.&lt;br /&gt;  2) Tattoos&lt;br /&gt;  3) Dye my whole head gold.&lt;br /&gt;  4) Cd dari grp yg nyanyi lagu Gol Gol Gol.&lt;br /&gt;  5) Pierce my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Five favourites? ( in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;  2) Bags.&lt;br /&gt;  3) Books.&lt;br /&gt;  4) B&lt;br /&gt;  5) Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Five people to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) that loanshark who painted my blk since he got nuthing better to do&lt;br /&gt;  2) e principal of my alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;  3) e cat under e blk&lt;br /&gt;  4) me&lt;br /&gt;  5) you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aniway kan. My mom said sumthing very very very weird. And it has sumthing got to do with someone in my class. Its too weird I cant mention it here. But its very weird. ok u get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115096109692395150?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115096109692395150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115096109692395150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115096109692395150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115096109692395150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/tkde-keje.html' title='-- Tkde Keje --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115085978383978293</id><published>2006-06-20T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:16:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>---  What time is it? ---</title><content type='html'>Hint ; its not tiger time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Its&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;  TIME TO PANIC!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There's only like 5 days left and I havent been revising regularly. Oh migod! Im not ready for exams. U think they will let me off if I got MC for examnophobic? Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;   Ok. Ok. Breathe in.... *huggghhhhh* Breathe out....... *hahhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Relax aini. Relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Time for a strategy. Yes, strategy. The thing I need when i have too much to revise and too little time left. Which unfortunately, something I have to resort to for every single exams in my entire life. (bedek ah.. kindergarten maner pakai ni sumer?) So. My strategy now is to erm.. think of more strategies? Ahakz. No! I'm giving up giving up on Human Geog for god's sake! I dun the time to study Human Geog and I've been hating human Geog ever since my umbilical cord was still attached! (eh bedek ah.. aper jer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Maybe I shall give up on Econs too. Coz Econs sux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok. Gtg. Econs tut later. Should I go. Cam malas gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115085978383978293?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115085978383978293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115085978383978293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115085978383978293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115085978383978293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-time-is-it.html' title='---  What time is it? ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115049079131479710</id><published>2006-06-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:46:31.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- YourS TruLy celeBrates!!! --</title><content type='html'>Highball people! After 2 weeks without my laptop, the blogging adrenaline is running high, ergo, this will be a loOOOoooOOOong post. But dun fall asleep yet people, because my stories are fully illustrated with picturessss.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But b4 that, I wouLd like to shOw my heartfelt thanks to these people for remembering my Bdae!! In order of who wished me first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) Athirah(and also for listening to my annoying dilemma)&lt;br /&gt;  2) Aisyah YJC (ingat jugak kau kat aku eh!!)&lt;br /&gt;  3) Pte Big ( I dun know who u r but tats a nice testimonial u gave me =))&lt;br /&gt;  4) Aisah ( hah! U beat Hafiz at last kan kan kan. lotsalove buddy )&lt;br /&gt;  5) Khai ( awak giler!!! biler nak jadi melayu sejati ni?? )&lt;br /&gt;  6) Hafiz ( lotsalove buddy...  =p )&lt;br /&gt;  7) Nadiah ( lotsalove crazy buddy..never fail to make my day =p)&lt;br /&gt;  8) Mummy (ahakz.. u funny lah  mummy.. aper jer wish each other..)&lt;br /&gt;  8) B ( hmm... our relationship is such a roller coaster!! but i still luv yah.. thanks for the BIG bear )&lt;br /&gt;  9) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And also , I remembered a few other ppl who share the exactly same bdae or onnie a few days away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) Mommy!!! 16th June&lt;br /&gt;  2) Cousin Khalis - 16th June&lt;br /&gt;  3) Pei Shan - 17th June&lt;br /&gt;  4) Cherrie - 17th June&lt;br /&gt;  5) Shikin, B's sister - 20th June&lt;br /&gt;  6) I know there's sumone in my class who shares e same bdae but I forgot who!! Ahakz! Adeline I think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And so, happy birthday to all of u too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Next, let me story sikit pasal debate. Hafizah is a smooth debater. Izwan very good!! and NaD, she's soo cute , she's a must-have persona in every debating team. Although they didnt make it, I still think they are much better than Wak Tanjong. Ahahaha.. That guy who represented Wak Tanjong was hilarious lah.. making a fool of himself for saying "I would like to thank my ustazah for giving me the oppotunity to blah blah yadah.." Ingat aper? Pesta Perdana kaper? ahahaha.... Pi duduk pat tanjong katong yang air nya biru lah eh.... *geli hati*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0931.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; tgk nad kat tgh2 tu.. cute kan...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0932.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; me and her&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0935.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; me and sya after e debate..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yah.. I almost forgot.. The MLEP camp. It was uber fun uber exciting.. i mean except the longwinded lectures lah.. My group, Zamrud won first prize!! We were shocked lah coz we were very slack. But ok lah.. It was fun, especially the acting in drama part. I had people asking me how i did it (cry on stage). It wasnt that bad lah. I saw e MPs and the important people(s) I decided that it wasnt a day for me to send the wrong impression so I got into the mood. (tangkap mood ah) In my mind, i was trying to think if sad thoughts when the aircon helpfully stung my eyes and and they water. Good timing kan? And so that would explain the tears. Ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here are the wonderful people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSC05439.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;First Prize sey..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSC05438.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ni tyme tgh practice.. i kept on laughing i tell u &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And lastly. Me and B. I dun know how to explain lah. All I can say is that. he messaged me and asked me to mit him downstairs. And he gave me a bear. And not to mention a kiss. Says he still love me. Ntah lah eh... Such a rollercoaster relationship.. Ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The teddy bear he gave me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0971.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0955.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Me and mom.. blur&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0956.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; tgk maner ku aku?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0958.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Us with our presents. Brooch from Dad to Mom. Pasmina Scarf from Sis to mom. Necklace from sis to me. Bear from B to me. Puma bag from Dad to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0962.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; eh mak.. garangnyer muker&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0963.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; ah.. cam gitu lah...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/DSCF0966-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Alamak! Macam minah lah... ish! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So basically itulah dia... And yah, our Bintan trip to celebrate our bdae dah cancelled but we went johor to shop instead. I'll update that later.. Tired uh.. Pictures not uploaded yet also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thank u to all for have made this day a very memorable one.. Thank u sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And B, no more fool ok? Tak suker tau.... Love u anway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115049079131479710?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115049079131479710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115049079131479710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115049079131479710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115049079131479710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/yours-truly-celebrates.html' title='-- YourS TruLy celeBrates!!! --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Bdae%20and%20Nad%20debate/th_DSCF0931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-115021505663352124</id><published>2006-06-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:10:56.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- YawNNNzzz --</title><content type='html'>Just got back my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My laptop is like an asthmatic's person inhaler. Without it, I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now that I have it, I'm gonna do all the things I was deprived of doing like checking into Friendster, blogging, checking mlg, sending long dued emails and searching information for PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm finally single. In other words, I finally have the courage to tell him I dun need him in my life and not looking back regretting my decision. So what if he thinks Im full of bullshit? At least I have a future to look foward to. I have to admit tho. Life does seems meaningless at the time being. But I know I'll pull through. Just give me about a week. Everything will be fine. I'll just need the right mindset to flush all the memories we've built in the span of three years. Oh dear.. Seems that I'll be celebrating my bdae being single. Shucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My fingers are itchy by the way. Itching to send him a hate sms. Ahakz. Yeah rite Aini. Send a hate sms to someone you still love? No wonder he thinks you're full of bullshit. Whateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Im fine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If Im stress, I'll tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-115021505663352124?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/115021505663352124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=115021505663352124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115021505663352124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/115021505663352124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/yawnnnzzz.html' title='-- YawNNNzzz --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114967242565945030</id><published>2006-06-07T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T02:27:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- YiKesSSSssssss --</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. &lt;br /&gt;  I'm in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;  There's onnie 3 weeks left till summer test.&lt;br /&gt;  And here I am lazing ard doing nuthing.&lt;br /&gt;  Ahakz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;  What's with the constant changing of blog layout ni?&lt;br /&gt;  I'm just exploring..&lt;br /&gt;  But still.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm deprived of a decent Adobe Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;  Mom will roar if I download anymore of those softwares.&lt;br /&gt;  Ahakz.&lt;br /&gt;  So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;  Shall just stick wit pathetic powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm watching a movie wit B.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm having fun.&lt;br /&gt;  Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;  Before e teachers come chasing after me to start studying!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *grinzzzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway I've just found out that Hafiz is a sweet brother and Nadiah is a sweet sister. And Aisah, a sweet auntie to the two nottie kids. Ahakz. And me.. uhm.. sweet girlfren? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114967242565945030?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114967242565945030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114967242565945030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114967242565945030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114967242565945030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/yikessssssssss.html' title='-- YiKesSSSssssss --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114942404676603923</id><published>2006-06-04T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T05:49:01.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Plethoric Day --</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;(If you wanna read something lighter.. read e jokes at the later part of this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are illustrious reminders that I still, indeed have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't exactly say it was a blast, but we did have fun and enjoyed each other's companies. The fairly decent outing was partly due to e boys having been only introduced for e first time to each other that day and also because there was this couple who came very, very late. Unfortunately, that&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"star"&lt;/span&gt;couple was me and B. Largely due to our latecoming, we had to eventually settled on Benchwarmers which has started 15 mins after we came in. But the darlings gals and their significant other(s) are very kind to forgive us. Right after e movie, we parade around Orchard aimlessly before deciding to play pool. So it was me against Athirah. And my B against Athirah's boipend ( I just found the word "boipend" cute lah.. Fassi ajar) I &lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; to Athirah but B recompensate my loss by winning his game against the Fauzi Laili lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back real late that day but&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luckily&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my mom was in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im really desperate for people to attend this Tuesday's forum. I thought I would have e whole mleps to come but too bad lah, &lt;u&gt;they couldnt see the importance of their presence.&lt;/u&gt; You ppl are mleps for &lt;span style="font-size:260%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;goodness sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Saper lagi yang nak pergi kalau tak korang? Sheesh. I've went to numerous dk comps, own most, if not all dk cds and tapes even those backdated from 1990's, had 3 ex-boyfrens from dk and fought w e nengnyno idiots and even own myself a bad name with e kelanas when i criticized them ; yet I still can't see &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:260%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what's so BIG abt dk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; so much so that u can't even miss one training for a more important event!! What's so fucking big abt DK, someone tell me please. Sheesh. Suka hati korang lah.. The problem does nt lies w e seni itself, but w e ppl thinking that they are doing seni a &lt;span style="font-size:240%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREATTTTTTT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; favour. F off lah eh. 5 to 10 years down e road u will see how useless it is being mediocre in these kinda stuffs. U're either very good, well known and humble OR you're very bad, trying too hard, unrecognized and arrogant. Ask my sis and all my cousins who were once involved coz we know the ppl only too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, B finally own a decent PC. Only a few persuasion and he will soon suscribe to internet, which isn't so difficult to do coz i've already convinced his mom that internet isn't that expensive. &lt;u&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/u&gt; I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think i better start getting serious w work. After a movie marathon week of &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Vinci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Over the Hegde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Benchwarmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; including watching rented VCDs of &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Descend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Grudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rescue 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I think I'm fully convinced that I have obtained a holiday I truly deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;100% of divorced begin with marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that all women's problems start with men?&lt;br /&gt;MEN-opause&lt;br /&gt;MEN-strual pain&lt;br /&gt;MEN-tal illness&lt;br /&gt;GUY-naecologist&lt;br /&gt;HIS-terectomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born naked, wet and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Then things get worst. - Chinese proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Always tell the truth - then run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sociological study have verified that a woman's ultimate fantasy is having two men at once. In this fantasy, one man is cooking, the other is cleaning. (hey, what were u thinking huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve were the happiest and the luckiest couple in the world, because neither of them had a mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My moher-in-law were happy for 20 years. And then we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women use silence to punish men. But men love silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Men prefer looks to brains because most men can see better than they can think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said " I love You ". He meant " Let's have sex now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said " I missed You". He meant " I can't find my socks, the kids are hungry and we're out of toilet paper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He said " Nice dress". He meant " Nice breast".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Men will never understand women and women will never understand men. And that's one thing men and women will never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "Why Men Don't Have a Clue and Women Always Need More Shoes". Barbara and Allan Pease.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114942404676603923?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114942404676603923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114942404676603923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114942404676603923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114942404676603923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/06/plethoric-day.html' title='-- Plethoric Day --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114910152312990931</id><published>2006-05-31T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:52:03.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--  New Layout Sey --</title><content type='html'>Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Presenting e new blog layout which isn't so superb but can make it lah.. done by urs truly. hehehe.. very amateurish rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At random, I'm kinda relaxed at e moment. Coz tmr's econs lecture is cancelled and i wun be attending e profiling. Due to last minute ammendments to e rugby tournament's date and time, i had to reschedule e profiling to a later date, but tats okie coz i dun feel like going anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And I can't wait for this friday. We girls are going out on a ermm... quadraplet dates? If Aisah is agreeable to go out wit someone *ahem*ahem* , whom by the way, have noticeably fallen in love/crush/like/infatuation (circle whichever u like)wit her , it would bcum an octagenal date (oh, my english sux).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aniwae, I have compiled e pictures of the people in ij whom i truly truly treasure. I pray that our friendship stays strong and does not shatter even thru thick and thin... here they are...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Elmo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/nad_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/PICT0043_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;fassi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/PICT0047_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nisa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hafiz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/PICT0044_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/fwens003_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zoe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/PICT0039_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kamiela&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/PICT0041_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seri&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There. The people in ij who make my life symmetrical. Hearts em. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oklah.. my eyes are droop and my head spinning. Gotta go and sleep. Gud Nyte sleep tite!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114910152312990931?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114910152312990931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114910152312990931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114910152312990931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114910152312990931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-layout-sey.html' title='--  New Layout Sey --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/My%20Friends/th_PICT0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114891150845284984</id><published>2006-05-29T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:27:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- What? Holidays? When? --</title><content type='html'>Highball people! I just heard some people saying something about going downtown to spend their holidays. Just what are they talking about? Its still e school season. Y can't they concentrate on studies first and holidays later?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's already e june holidays???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then could someone please explain why the need for me to go school? Isn't it already e holidays?  Does it not mean that I can already plant my arse into that cosy bed of mine which is stuffed with e fluffy pillows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OppPPsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I got it. Such practice doesn't happen anymore. It's almost unheard of. Daym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So there's erm...&lt;br /&gt;  the Pw monster, e GPP demon , e massive geog hw, e colossal pile of econs unrevised notes, e thundering puzzlement on maths, e sudden jolt of hatred on Malay Lit , e gargantuan load of General Paper on MLG and e " You Fucking Lazy" virus just stung me. Wah! Everything here is 'huge' and 'colossal' and 'big' and 'gargantuan'!! The only thing whch isn't is my freaking wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I miss my B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Speaking of which, I do think this needs clarification. Otensibly, some people happens to think that e bike attracts me more than he does. Well, let me just reiterate that it took me as long as two months into the relationship wit him to get to know that he owns one. And even so, it took another month for him to persuade me that nt all guys with two wheels are e typical loonies u see at e street. People, its not the wheels that binds ur heart. Its e heart that wheels your bonds. No wait, does ur brain carries e intelligence to understand what im saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I miss her. And i abhor people who does not appreciate her hardwork. Do have fun my girl. Soon, your pre camp will be done with and shall all ur stress. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114891150845284984?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114891150845284984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114891150845284984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114891150845284984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114891150845284984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-holidays-when.html' title='-- What? Holidays? When? --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114848795406244253</id><published>2006-05-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:25:54.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- argh! --</title><content type='html'>i hate geog! &lt;br /&gt;  this is the first tym im saying that i hate geog.&lt;br /&gt;  sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;  who the hell cares abt the diff kind of freaking weathering processes?&lt;br /&gt;  blardy hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114848795406244253?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114848795406244253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114848795406244253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114848795406244253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114848795406244253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/argh.html' title='-- argh! --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114819498784644802</id><published>2006-05-20T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:07:59.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Frothing at the Mouth --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/FUN_I-CAN-SEE-YOUR-POINT-BUT.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/FUN_ILL-TRY-BEING-NICER-IF-YOU.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114819498784644802?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114819498784644802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114819498784644802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114819498784644802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114819498784644802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/frothing-at-mouth.html' title='-- Frothing at the Mouth --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114790978013321767</id><published>2006-05-17T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:49:40.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Haiz... ---</title><content type='html'>Just by losing 'my' handphone, I began to realise the vulnerability of life. No, not because losing your handphones makes me stop living, but it makes me realise how fragile a relationship can be. &lt;br /&gt;   For those who have already know, I lost the handphone Shahdan gave to me. And till now, right at this moment, he is still not speaking to me. Well, its either he values material or he is totally pissed that I can't bloody take care of simple things. And its not the first time my handphone has been stolen. The last time my handphone was stolen was in year 2003 - stolen by my own friend. And, it was Shahdan's handphone! Okay... Now you guys can understand how ANGRY he is rite?&lt;br /&gt;    I swear if that freaking person does not return to me that handphone, I am going around the school and steal other's handphone and feel for myself how these people feel. &lt;br /&gt;     On the other hand, I finally see how lucky I am. Although my friends arent really the outspoken type, I can feel their concern for me. And thanks to them , I have began to see the real meaning of life. Fine, the hp is gone. At least my friends and family are still there for me.&lt;br /&gt;     Thank you to all taggers who have offered a listening ear - Huda, Kam, Aisyah and Fairuz. I wun forget that for a very long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Lastly, Ms LI MAE KAY is driving me crazyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114790978013321767?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114790978013321767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114790978013321767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114790978013321767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114790978013321767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/haiz.html' title='--- Haiz... ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114760286197766649</id><published>2006-05-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:34:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--  Hmm.. ---</title><content type='html'>This blog is gonna be in Malay. No need for translation i think coz i think all my readers are malays aniwae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aku rasa tadi aku ni betul2 bingit. My mom dah susah payah belikan that camcorder and the last thing i really wanted is for people to back out of the project. But i understand. Sunday is a family day. Nak2 nyari mother's day. Tapi seriously, we need to plannnn.... PLan people.. plan.... Kita ada 3 free days. Jgn kata ketiga-tiga hari tu korang tak free. Tak masuk di akal. Dan kalau ader projek, dun tell me ur parents are toooooo stringent so much so that they wun even let you come home late. Bukan tak boleh, cuma korang tak mahu cuba....Macam Aisah. I got to say, Aisah tried her best to do watever project she has to do and she asked her mom permission to come home late. Unlike some ppl. Tapi its okay.. I just hope there will be no more glitches biler nak edit tu sumer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mungkin aku pun bingit sebab ada dua orang kakak di belakang aku yang tak habis-habissssssssssssssss nak menyakitkan hati aku ni. Kenapalah diorang ni sakit hati sangat dengan aku.. Dari dulu sampai sekarang, ada ajer yang tak kena.. Kenapa diorang selalu ingat aku ni anak manja? Aku bukan anak manja dan mak tak pernah melebih-lebihkan sesiapa. Dulu kau nakal, diterajang. Aku kalau nakal pun diterajang. Kan dah samer tu. Like seriously, walau bagaimana aku cuba pun susah aku nak fahamkan... Aperlah salah aku sampai setiap hari korang perlu cakap benda2 yang menyakitkan hati... Untuk camera ni, seriously aku tk paksa mak beli.. Mungkin mak faham bahawa aku sangat2 memerlukannya bukan untuk melayu sajer tapi untuk FPU sekali.. Lagipun memang mak dari dulu dah ckp mak nak aku yang jaga dia bila aku dah kerja nanti.. Its only fair that she invest into my studies so that i can get the best and give them back to them nothing else but the best. Tapi korang tak faham. Korang biarkan syaitan meracuni hati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aku dah tkde tempat lain lagi aku nak mengadu. Nak harapkan kakak, koranglah masalah aku. Aku tak nak susahkan mak lagipun mak ada darah tinggi. Baba pulak pendiam. Shahdan? Terus terang aku kata, he's not a good listener. Bila aku bebual dgn dia, aku rasa lagi marah. Kawan? Aku belum cuba.. Tapi aku tak mahu sejarah berulang semula. Aku belum kenal orang betul2. Takut2 nanti korang sumer macam *ana. Bangsa "your problem you solve yourself. I dun gif a damn, I'll just act like I'm listening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Aniway aku minta maaf kalau aku ni asyik marah2. Tapi seriously, kalau tak ada angin, takkan pokok bergoyang sendiri. Cuba korang betul2 beri tumpuan pada kerja, cuba membuat benda yang bermanfaat. Cuba jaga tatatertib walaupun kita berkawan tapi respect perlu ada. Cuba memberi lebih perhatian pada perkara yang lebih penting. Kalau nak party2 nak foam party sekalipun, tunggulah masa yang tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tapi aku juga ada kelemahan dan aku kesali sebab aku tak dapat jadi 'role model' yang baik. Antaranya adalah aku ni panas baran dan selalu dtg lambat. I'm sorry for that, I'm truly sorry. I'm off for now.. I've written too much.Aku perlu masa untuk bersendirian dan menyempurnakan kembali hidup aku yang terlampau berserak waktu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114760286197766649?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114760286197766649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114760286197766649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114760286197766649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114760286197766649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmm.html' title='--  Hmm.. ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114757081000910939</id><published>2006-05-13T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:41:34.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maddest of the Mad Rush</title><content type='html'>Haven been blogging for quite some time due to e absence of laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So just randomly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I had dinner with Nad and Aisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was short but sweet. We should have it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Second, this week is the most hectic of all weeks. The Malay project, Pw and stuffs.. I dun think I will have time to elaborate coz I've got Gp homework staring at me rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Third, I still dunno why i find it hard to work with guys, not just any guys, but malay guys. Seriously. Like no matter how e girls wants to irritate me, I still wun be irritated. But for guys, they dun have to even try. It seems that my hatred for mat reps and shallow malay mats doesnt just stops at those ppl in the ITE. It extends to those in JC, in particular, Innova Jc. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Or maybe its really them. I still think its the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114757081000910939?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114757081000910939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114757081000910939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114757081000910939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114757081000910939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/maddest-of-mad-rush.html' title='The Maddest of the Mad Rush'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114647135065698893</id><published>2006-05-01T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:28:17.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- One Convulsed Lady On the Loose --</title><content type='html'>The title very much explains all the emotions I'm feeling. Just how many times do you have to reiterate your limits to people before they finally come to an understanding that &lt;font color=yellow&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is &lt;font color=yellow&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;? Or is my question a rhetorical one? I am not an angsty teenager and I dun wish to be one. But heck, what amuses her does not amuse me and alas, it happens the other way round too; she just needs more affirmation about this. So beware coz revenge is sweet. *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On a lighter note, NMA camp was uber fun. Aside from having a couple who doesnt practice proper behaviour in school, I am still content that my other group mates were fun and delightful bunch of people. On the whole, we played hard and also tried hard enough not to fall asleep during the lessons. Its difficult staying awake when you only had 2 hours of sleep the night before. All in all, I learnt a lot about filming. I didn't know that one simple scene can be so complicating and that there's a lot of careful consideration that had to be taken. Watching movies now has taken a new meaning. Except the fact that watching more movies still means that more holes in my pockets are being burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On a stark contrast ( apologies for being so random ) , being absent from jc is very much different from being absent from secondary/primary school. One day of absence equals to a whole week of confusion and not to mention a hell lot of homeworks. And MLG is not making it any easier.Remember the time I asked if anyone could help me hack the MLG website? Yepp... I'm getting desperate now. Any takers?Call me at &lt;font size=3&gt;1800-jcstudentindenial  now!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway here's the picture of me and aisah compering for the IFD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/meandaisahcompering.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And.. I need professional help or something. Like counselling maybe? Coz every songs I hear will spark off my urge to go to Orchard to PS and watch movie or catch up on the life I just lost. &lt;u&gt;I'm weird I know.....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, who says anything about today being a holiday? Its just an excuse for teachers to give us more homeworks. And its should really be called "Laborious Day" and not "Labour Day".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114647135065698893?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114647135065698893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114647135065698893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114647135065698893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114647135065698893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-convulsed-lady-on-loose.html' title='-- One Convulsed Lady On the Loose --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114607731843069539</id><published>2006-04-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:58:21.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- BlueEeEeeYyyy Wednesday -</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I have a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Insufficient sleep, failure to revise, hw not fully completed, grouchiness, nonessential worrying about trivial matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Mr See Tho made my day. Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/myfavteacher.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114607731843069539?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114607731843069539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114607731843069539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114607731843069539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114607731843069539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/blueeeeeeyyyy-wednesday.html' title='- BlueEeEeeYyyy Wednesday -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114607572790272459</id><published>2006-04-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:22:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Post Camp Post -</title><content type='html'>Suddenly i have so many dark friends. Even my mirror image looks darker than it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Jalan Bahtera camp was uber fun. We did kayakking, high elements and games. If the underlying purpose of this camp was to make the students in the classes more united with each other, I say, they have succeeded! Coz 42A now is not the 42A during e first week of school anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All excited for the camp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If ur wondering whose head that is, it's Nadiah's...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cooking our own food...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Elmo's acting cute...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Elmo's mountain climbing...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That's me..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Elmo. Again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's high above the air ppl...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  my fav pic.. done by me as a result of boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I learnt a lot of things during camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) You can do anything if you first complete the first obstacle - your mind.&lt;br /&gt;  2) Short ppl are fun ppl. And some reminds me of e characters on sesame street.&lt;br /&gt;  3) Zoe is a commendable leader.&lt;br /&gt;  4) Nadiah has to talk to herself before she sleeps. (i find this cute)&lt;br /&gt;  5) Croak voice rocks.&lt;br /&gt;  6) I love 642A&lt;br /&gt;  7) I truly treasure this friendship even though all the 4 of us are very very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      *Pump up the spirit of 42A*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114607572790272459?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114607572790272459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114607572790272459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114607572790272459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114607572790272459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-camp-post_26.html' title='- Post Camp Post -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Jalan%20Bahtera%20Camp/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114594417506906649</id><published>2006-04-24T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:49:35.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Tagged by Sufie-</title><content type='html'>tagged by Sufie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been tagged, you are to come up with 7 qualities of your perfect lover. Do specify the gender. Then list down, and tag, seven other bloggers on their pages. If you've been tagged, you need not do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gender ; male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Must be tall. At least 5cm taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have a sense of humour. &lt;br /&gt;3) He must feel comfortable with me as I am with him.&lt;br /&gt;4) Laughs at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;5) Good fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;6) A little ego is okay. But not too much.&lt;br /&gt;7) erm... not a mummy's boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tag Nadiah, Aisah, Hafiz and Fairuz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114594417506906649?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114594417506906649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114594417506906649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114594417506906649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114594417506906649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-by-sufie.html' title='- Tagged by Sufie-'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114529268763854194</id><published>2006-04-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:01:31.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- My Inevitable Monday Blues --</title><content type='html'>Do you notice that most of your &lt;font color=yellow&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;shitty dregs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; always happens on a Monday? Having said that, let me illustrate to you how beautiful my Monday started as and how &lt;font color=hotpink&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;anal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; it ended with...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    My morning was smooth.. no angry teachers.. &lt;u&gt;no irritating carnal mouths&lt;/u&gt; (or smells for that matter).. and even my malay class was unusually fun today. I have happily completed all assignments and even stayed back to complete geog and econs. What can be more joyful than to know that you have actually completed your homework and that your &lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=hotpink&gt;&lt;b&gt;beauty sleep will be unaffected?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Eventually, I thought my day should be attractively wrapped up with having dinner with B. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;b&gt;But no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When B was sending me home, some annoying siblings had to actually fight in front of us. When I say fight, i mean the guy was &lt;u&gt;bashing his own sister.&lt;/u&gt; She ran in front of us and slipped and he banged her head onto e floor. It was horrible I tell you. The shouting of vulgarities and her having all sorts of  sharp objects in her hands... I shall remain discreet about the rest of the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That aside, I pity the woman. The swellings on her head and all. But i can't accept her &lt;u&gt;pointing those scissors at my B&lt;/u&gt; and asking him loudly why he didn't defend her. Like &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;hello&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, at one moment me and B were talking and the next you were running and then the bashing.. We were really dumbfounded ok.. &lt;u&gt;I actually thought channel 8 was recording a scene in one of their movies..&lt;/u&gt; But in the end we still stopped the guy from hurting u anymore called the police.. So, be thankful we eventually help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    And B. Dismiss that lah.. she was angry and scared.. any woman would do the same given similar situation. Its really horrible to see a defenseless lady/girl/woman getting beaten up by a guy right? I hope this would be a lesson to be learnt. And im not even talking about them (or me) lah...(To those who were at East Coast , u will know what Im talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So guys. No matter how angry u r or how atrocious your girlfriend/sister/mother or whoever... please DO NOT use violence.. violence will NOT settle anything.. you may be showing your stronger and superior but you're definitely not any better than an animal or wiser if u use violence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And the worst thing to end my Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;To discover that more homeworks are being uploaded on MLG!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So if there's anyone who have any idea on how to hack this MLG, contact me. &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114529268763854194?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114529268763854194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114529268763854194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114529268763854194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114529268763854194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-inevitable-monday-blues.html' title='-- My Inevitable Monday Blues --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114516394205960825</id><published>2006-04-15T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:05:42.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Reply To Taggies --</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = 3&gt; &lt;font color=hotpink&gt; Aisah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; &lt;font color=yellow&gt; Hey.. that was no problem.. I will link you soon okie darl? Keep on popping okie...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size = 3&gt; &lt;font color=hotpink&gt; Cereal &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; &lt;font color=yellow&gt; Oh no u poor darling.. then again, who didnt? Tapi cian lah kau sejak2 cikgu asyik pick on you...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size = 3&gt; &lt;font color=hotpink&gt; Aisyah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; &lt;font color=yellow&gt; Hey that was no problemo.. I enjoyed da game.. and sorry eh tk dpt tgk ur comp with Africa... i clean forgot..!! Aini.. aini... tsk tsk..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size = 3&gt; &lt;font color=hotpink&gt; Fad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; &lt;font color=yellow&gt; Hmmm... yeap.. I have to rite? But jc is still fun...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size = 3&gt; &lt;font color=hotpink&gt; Kam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; &lt;font color=yellow&gt; I will... a.s.ap.. my comp tengah ngong ngeng...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size = 3&gt; &lt;font color=hotpink&gt; soupie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; &lt;font color=yellow&gt; hmm.. ciri2 lelaki model eh... oritez! I will post it up a.s.ap!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thank u loyal taggers. And my sincere apologies for nt tagging u guys for a long time... I will do it soon ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114516394205960825?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114516394205960825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114516394205960825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114516394205960825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114516394205960825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/reply-to-taggies.html' title='-- Reply To Taggies --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114515920466940668</id><published>2006-04-15T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:56:39.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- After more than week of MIA --</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I last blog.&lt;br /&gt;So let me just summarize eveything randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color= yellow&gt;Being emcee for Friendship Day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; -&gt; tiring but fun &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Last minuite becoming e P.A 4 e malay poetry reciting comp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; Bad. I still thinks e tpjc girl should win. Sorry 4 e technical faults ppl. Me and aisah are really new with these stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;Amazing Race&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; -&gt; we didnt win. onnie 3 grps gt e clue in e canteen coz apparently someone threw away e clue after he found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;The Geography Make-your-own-costume-using-recycled-material Competition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&gt; Yay! Athirah won 3 prize. And e costume? designed by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt; Geog Quiz &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; -&gt; We won 2nd prize! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt; Deejay Fizah Oh came to school &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; -&gt; It was fun.. we recorded a few cheering sessions and Fairuz sang!! I didnt know she could sing so well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt; Went to Kranji Park with Family &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; -&gt;It was really fun.. We caught a few crabs and fish with e help of a Bangladeshi worker... The sad thing is, by the time we reached home, all but onnie one fish is dead.... We are keeping e live fish as a pet.. but erm... i dun think he  can sustain in clear water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font colour= light pink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I admit that this week had been a very hectic one. Amidst all e rehearsals and homeworks, online homework and stuffs, me, Aisah, Hafiz and Nud managed to put in some time to complete e geog quiz. I clearly remembered my chairperson asking us to take part in e quiz. We eventually agreed but when it was announced that we got e 2nd prize, e same chairperson told us that e ppl who took part were mostly e chinese girls. In other words, she's trying to say that me, aisah, nud and hafiz do not deserve e prize money!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I also clearly remembered Ms Wang smsing me saying that she has given some small souvenirs for e comperes. But apparently someone thought that it was "smart" to share it with e whole class. I am not a selfish bitch. But I need to say this.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size = 3&gt;If happiness is to be shared equally, then the burdens should also be shared equally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It times of difficulties, Me and Aisah had to scramble thru our stuff, find time for hw and also sacrifice many things. But in e end, our achievements are conveniently shared but hey, where are e acknowlegdements??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On a lighter note.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/athirah/athirah.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/athirah/Ati.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/athirah/athirandsteph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/athirah/Steph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/athirah/models.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is e pictures of us during amazing race.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/athirah/AmazingRace.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114515920466940668?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114515920466940668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114515920466940668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114515920466940668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114515920466940668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-more-than-week-of-mia.html' title='-- After more than week of MIA --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/athirah/th_athirah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114473833172435112</id><published>2006-04-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:52:11.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Where is it?? Where?? Where's my life? --</title><content type='html'>Yeap. I lost it. I lost my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My life is messy.&lt;br /&gt;   My love is gone.&lt;br /&gt;   I saw a devil.&lt;br /&gt;   Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;   She gave me homework all the way...&lt;br /&gt;   She was with another man..&lt;br /&gt;   And he gave me pw project.&lt;br /&gt;   Now I should have a plan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Not beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;   Not beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;   Not beautiful its true...&lt;br /&gt;   So many homework in a crowded room..&lt;br /&gt;   And I don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;   Coz my life is just so blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Okay. My life is blue. Haiz. Homework. Project Work. Mlg. MLEP. This that. That and this. Haiyo..&lt;br /&gt;   My social life have officially been taken away ever since i entered Innova. (think ive said this before)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114473833172435112?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114473833172435112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114473833172435112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114473833172435112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114473833172435112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-is-it-where-wheres-my-life.html' title='-- Where is it?? Where?? Where&apos;s my life? --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114405761967814117</id><published>2006-04-03T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:46:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Monday is a torture --</title><content type='html'>"If u survived Monday, u survive anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Random = &lt;br /&gt;   Anyway i am tempted to change my blogskin. I was just deciding what pictures to have for my blogskin when I just remembered that I have malay hw to do. And not forgetting geog project. And I cant afford to miss Desperate Housewives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Let me share with u something i shuld have posted long ago. But my comp was slow and the photos didnt upload properly. Last 2 weeks, i met up with someone very special. We havent met for soo soo long and when we did (at harbour front), we were practically so elated and we held hands (like lesbians sia) all the way. Ppl were looking at us in a different way but heck, we are just 2 best friends who haven met for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After eating at breeks we went to sit at a place outside Harbour Front and chat chat chat and took some photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0792.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0791.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0790.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0787.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0785.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0772.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One pose two shots. Smart eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0778.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My bike.I wish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0780.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On our way from Harbour front to cwp to take neoprints.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0784.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0783.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Our pose for neoprints.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0782.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/DSCF0781.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Huda doin her stuffs. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    God I miss her loads man... I wanna go study wit her but i just cant find the time or im simply too tired. Gee, i better make some time with my darl b4 things get even busier.&lt;br /&gt;    I better complete my malay b4 i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Later ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (ps; I miss u lah Huda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114405761967814117?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114405761967814117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114405761967814117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114405761967814117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114405761967814117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-is-torture.html' title='-- Monday is a torture --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Me%20and%20Huda/th_DSCF0792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114379037044928559</id><published>2006-03-30T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:38:34.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Eh? Its actually Friday lah!!!! --</title><content type='html'>Yessah!!!! Friday bebeh!! I just loooooove Fridays!!! Nyahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It got me thinking yesterday about how fickle minded I am. Yepp. Rmbr the dilemma abt choosing whther its gonna be poly or jc? And then the subject combi? And thn the thoughts of withdrawing IJC and going PJC. Ohmigod! I AM fickle minded!!&lt;br /&gt;   Actually, the most easiest evidence to see how fickled minded I am is to see how many times I changed my blogskins and also handphone.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   My first phone &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My 2nd bought by my ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My third..(bad choice)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/no3610.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the fourth and the fifth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And my sixth (courtesy of Boon)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the seventh one is very memorable lah.. Sad story also.. my B gave me this and its just happens that at that tym my fren needed a phone.. So I lend that minah this phone and guess what? She wouldnt give it back to me!! Grrrr! I'm still angry ok?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/gold.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The eighth one..Sold it last December..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And the ninth and the most favourite but sold it eventually coz its not user frenly.. (i know ... i was stooopid rite?)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And the tenth also one of the fav!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now! I know!!!! Its freaking ugly!!!! Y lah? y?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/423.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thats it! That the prob with me. Being fickle can be soooo darn troublesome and regretful... Anyway, i just helped Dinie and Aisah with their blogskins.. And yep, Aisah actually have a blog lah!! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     *I hate B*&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;s&gt;*I love B*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114379037044928559?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114379037044928559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114379037044928559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114379037044928559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114379037044928559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/eh-its-actually-friday-lah.html' title='-- Eh? Its actually Friday lah!!!! --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Handphones%20I%20owned/th_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114356392036948568</id><published>2006-03-28T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:38:40.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Tulislah Dalam Bahasa Kamu --</title><content type='html'>(As proposed by Nadiah, this post will be in Malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sebagai ganti untuk penulisan dalam bahasa Inggeris yang lumrah saya gunakan, hari ini agak lain kerana penulisan disempurnakan dalam bahasa tercinta iaitu bahasa ibunda ku sendiri. Mungkin ada yang rasa janggal, tetapi itu bukan satu isu untuk tidak menyintai bahasa sendiri. Maklumlah, kata-kata "Tak lekang dek panas tak lapuk dek hujan" hanya akan dapat diperlihatkan jika kita orang Melayu terus menggunakan dan memperbaiki penguasaan bahasa tercinta ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pertama sekali saya ingin menyatakan bahawa penulisan Hafiz ada yang menggelikan hati. Maklumlah, dia agaknya tidak biasa berbahasa Melayu bila menulis blog seperti saya juga. Dan apa yang diperkatakan tentang kelas 0642 itu ada yang benar tapi janganlah kau tulis nama insan2 yang tidak bersalah Hafiz.. Kalau terbaca mesti terguris hati orang tu...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Saya mengongsi pendapat yang sama dengan Hafiz tentang perbezaan kaum yang amat ketara dan apabila si Naughty Nadia cuba untuk berinteraksi dengan mereka, nampaknya percubaan tidak berbuahkan hasil sebab tidak dilayan sedikit pun. Yang Melayu pula, nampaknya kita dah mula keluar dari kepompong keselesaan dan cuba berinteraksi. Salah untuk kita memperlabelkan seseorang yang belum kita kenal bak kata pepatah "Tak kenal maka tak cinta". Tunggulah bila saya sudah kenal semua, pasti semuanya akan kucintai (kenapa bunyi ayat ini macam lain eh?). Dengan izin, dalam bahasa Inggeris, ingin ku katakan "So far so good!" Dan untuk si satu-satunya bdk hitam dalam kelas. Alamak , beta mintak sori lah eh... beta cuba untuk tidak menimbulkan sebarang ke*achoo*benci*ahekahek*an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hanya di sini sahaja penulisan untuk hari ini kerana &lt;s&gt;beta &lt;/s&gt; saya ingin melakarkan surat kepada baginda Sultan Mahmud. Saya baik cepat sebab tak lama lagi Sultan Mahmud akan dijulang dan erm... angkat mangkat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Selamat malam semua dan semoga memperolehi mimpi-mimpi manis dan tidur ketat-ketat eh. (Sleep tight aper....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114356392036948568?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114356392036948568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114356392036948568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114356392036948568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114356392036948568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/tulislah-dalam-bahasa-kamu.html' title='-- Tulislah Dalam Bahasa Kamu --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114352712038770623</id><published>2006-03-27T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:25:20.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- An Eye Opening Day --</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to post this thing like erm, a week ago but due to time constraint, and the fact that my computer at home is trying to annoy me, I had to delay this posting.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Well firstly, after bringing that book about Quran and its scientific explanations which was only proven a few millions years later, I and the cliques have came to a realisation. That we better start praying five times a day and stop comtemplating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then we studied about Japan not being part off Pangea but created from volcanic eruptions. And Hawaii and interesting stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I do realise that my writing today is very random. Can't help it. I'm standing while typing. Apparently my brains work slower while standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, tomorrow is Ij's cross country at Macrithie (however u spell it). We have prepared a set of excuses for the teachers in hoping that they would excuse us from running. --- Nadia -&gt;Terminally Lazy    Aini -&gt; Brain Damage   Hafiz -&gt; Forestphobic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And there's this stupid quote I've heard --&gt; "Cross country is easier if u have a small country "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bye ppl. Im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114352712038770623?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114352712038770623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114352712038770623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114352712038770623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114352712038770623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/eye-opening-day.html' title='-- An Eye Opening Day --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114312620339788274</id><published>2006-03-23T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:03:25.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- The Day I and Hafiz Made History -</title><content type='html'>Yep. I made history. I actually cleaned my room! Okay ppl, stop gasping. Apparently The Mom was having a headache looking at the disastrous studyroom. So before my ears melt from the endless nagging, I thought I should start making The Mom happy (and quiet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Its hard to illustrate how catastrophic the room is. So let these pictures speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/ewwkotor.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After taking out all the stuffs from my cupboard, I've realised that bacteria germs are already multiplying and marking out their colonies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/mejaserak.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/bilikserak.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Its not just the messy table that is bothering me. Its the wrong combination of colours of the cupboards that is also hurting my eyes. It spells F-U-G-L-Y.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So the first step is organizing what goes where and with what else. (ok, I dun make sense here) I mean, the makeups goes in one compartment and accessories goes into another..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/hmm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My makeup. Apparently they are laden with dust eversince the day I lost my social life to innova the last january. Eh, speaking of which, its been a long time since I last 'campur masyarakat'... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/myaccesories.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My accesories. Very ancient rite? Bought in the Caledonian years and have since been eroded(read: very ugly and rusty). (eh, how come I sound like Mdm Gowri?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/mygiftsfrmhim.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Gifts from him. Mahhh preciousssshhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/myvdaygift.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This one is from the recent V-Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/myfav.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My favourite! Gifts from Mom last year. Mahhhh Precioussshhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/allneatandtidy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So all the makeups goes into here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/perfumefaciialsetc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And the lotions and stuffs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/itsaysprincess.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It says 'Princess'. (for an ogre who keeps wishing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/neatalready.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tadah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Three cheers for Aini!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And yah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This afternoon Hafiz also made history... He treated us to ice cream...! Eh, this kinda things dun happen in normal days ok... Things are really getting stranger... Hafiz, ko nak three cheers tk? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   My eyes are hurting already. I better go get some beauty ZzZzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hav Fun ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114312620339788274?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114312620339788274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114312620339788274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114312620339788274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114312620339788274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-i-and-hafiz-made-history.html' title='- The Day I and Hafiz Made History -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Bilik%20Serak/th_ewwkotor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114291723536462958</id><published>2006-03-20T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:00:35.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Hostile? --</title><content type='html'>Apparently the chemistry with our new class have not reach its climax yet. We are way far frm it actually. The 'newbies' stick with 'newbies' and 'oldies' are being fuddy-duddies and only socialize with the other 'oldies'. &lt;br /&gt;   We are not hostile people. We are trying to 'adapt' too. Serious. But like wat IT said, we will get on well sooner or later. Rite IT? Thats the smartest thing ive heard from you. Nyahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;   I'm now in the library during lunch and self study. (Ok, this sounds stewwwwwpid) Hopefully I'll be successful in getting my lazy brains to start running. Anyway, After much scrutinizing, I've just noticed that most of the Indian girls in my school are pretty, sexy and hot! So that's where all the hot Indians go to. Nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  B4 i get my arse off this computer, let me say a happy belated burfday to Hafiz, also known as IT. (Irritating Toot) I might as well say here.. I think i will suffer this 2 years with u. Nyahahah... Ok jk eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Im off ppl. Hav fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114291723536462958?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114291723536462958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114291723536462958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114291723536462958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114291723536462958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/hostile.html' title='-- Hostile? --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114243589221400147</id><published>2006-03-15T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:18:24.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* SmiLeS *</title><content type='html'>I feel.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size = 4&gt;L-O-V-E-D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114243589221400147?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114243589221400147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114243589221400147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114243589221400147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114243589221400147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/smiles_15.html' title='* SmiLeS *'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114208642189902244</id><published>2006-03-11T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T06:14:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- My Wasted Saturdae --</title><content type='html'>Yeap. I wasted the morning of my saturday mopping around. Not as in literally mopping the floor. But playing with the JiWaNgz feelings. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; But hey.. I'm okay.. no one can pacify me as good as my long lost best fren, Huda.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color=hot pink&gt;Thanks babe!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I have a date. Or date(s). With Bana, Marina, Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And my lovely babe, &lt;b&gt;Huda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;Time to stop moping around.&lt;/u&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coz I have wonderful ppl around me.. I better start appreciating them and stop crying over wats gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Besides, after the advice Huda gave me, I think its not so bad after all. There is still hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font color= red&gt;I am smiling now. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114208642189902244?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114208642189902244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114208642189902244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114208642189902244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114208642189902244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-wasted-saturdae.html' title='-- My Wasted Saturdae --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114196507989047362</id><published>2006-03-09T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:45:41.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna make a shoutout..</title><content type='html'>Aku  masih sayangkan si dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aku gembira dgn rakan 0642a ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Budak second intake menyakitkan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Minahs. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mats. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aku nak kurus. Yes!Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aku nak jadi sexy. Yes! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aku nak tgk movie. ByeBye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (terima kasih kerana sanggup menghabiskan 3 minit untuk membaca post yg tidak berfaedah ini. Amalkan selalu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font size=3&gt;*Aku dah giler!!!*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114196507989047362?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114196507989047362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114196507989047362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114196507989047362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114196507989047362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wanna-make-shoutout.html' title='I wanna make a shoutout..'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114188608822155721</id><published>2006-03-08T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:35:35.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- SkipPing cLasSes -</title><content type='html'>erm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we are supposed to be in the lecture theathre now.&lt;br /&gt; but decided that it isnt going to benefit us.&lt;br /&gt; so...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WE SKIPPED!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Oh dear, i hope no IJC teacher ever come across this blog lah.&lt;br /&gt; Or not, I'll be dead.&lt;br /&gt; Not forgetting by partners in crime,&lt;br /&gt; Nadia n Aisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im thankful the orientation is done with.&lt;br /&gt; Its so boring lah.&lt;br /&gt; Orientation 1 is always the best.&lt;br /&gt; Wallawalla rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now im in Dakota.&lt;br /&gt; and walla walla wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, ive got approximately &lt;font size=3&gt; Eleven &lt;/font&gt; days to mop around and eventually get other this depression.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It was a bad breakup.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shahdan is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look okay.&lt;br /&gt; But im not.&lt;br /&gt; I miss him.&lt;br /&gt; Beginning to hate her.&lt;br /&gt; She.&lt;br /&gt; All of the people.&lt;br /&gt; Despite me treating her like a sister.&lt;br /&gt; NVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its all over.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size = 3&gt; OVER!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size 1/2&gt; But I miss him...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Someone help me please...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Ppl, I hope the Kranji Park thingy is a dream come true.-&lt;br /&gt; -I love my Aisah, Nadia and Hafiz more than I love Shahdan.-&lt;br /&gt; *I heart 0642A.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114188608822155721?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114188608822155721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114188608822155721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114188608822155721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114188608822155721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/skipping-classes.html' title='- SkipPing cLasSes -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114134948128931834</id><published>2006-03-02T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:47:01.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--LasT dAy of 3 MonthS jC --</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = blue&gt;ToDay is the first day of jae in InnoVa. Unfortunately, last week was our last day as a class of 0642 Aces. Oh dear, that's very sad isn't it? On the other hand, there will still be some loyal souls who will be staying in the same combination of subjects and hopefully, the same class. But needless to say, everything will not be the same again. =(&lt;br /&gt;    We are still joking about the abundant quantum of 'Graph Papers' who will be joining us.. The 'Graph Paper' in this refers to the riverside sec ppl.. But I think having more of them here would be a joyful experience since the ones we are already having are the fun and urm, naughty bunch of people. =)&lt;br /&gt;    And urm.. I think I met a person worth to be my eyecandy.. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, if you manage to fully digest what i wrote in the post b4 this, it has nothing to do with anyone. It is entirely about my past life and my difficulties and ultimately how thankful I am to be blessed with good friends and school after years of trying times. I'm sorry if anyone feels the pinch. Anyway, Im not itching to read other ppl's blog if they have no significance to me anymore. Thanks but no thanks.=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm looking forward to a fresh start and hope all of you are too. We are adults now. Its only right we behave as one now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114134948128931834?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114134948128931834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114134948128931834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114134948128931834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114134948128931834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-of-3-months-jc.html' title='--LasT dAy of 3 MonthS jC --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114114451361229009</id><published>2006-02-28T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:47:43.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Penny for thought..-</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;It got me thinking these past few days. About my life, my experiences.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       My mom often consoled me that for every obstacle we face, our patience will evetually pays off. At length, the perserverance and persistance to get on with life and keep on fighting would result in a sweet ending. At one point of our life, change is inevitable, be it a good change or a bad change. But more often than not, we sapiens indulge in self pity or complains wherever we face a 'bad change'.And when we face a 'good change' we often take it for granted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I look back, I almost cried at the thought of having been gone through all the difficult people in my life. There have never been one year eversince my upper primary school days whereby I have never brush shoulders with people who carts the tendency of making our lives miserable. I could still explicitly remember the barbarous form teacher I had when i was in primary 3 and 4. Forgive me for comparing her to a barbarian - but she was the only person in my entire life  up to this date who have left a very deep emotional scar in me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She actually told the class that she did not like the teacher's day present that I gave her and gave it to another student! My gift was the only one she gave away. I went home and cried that day. It had truly hurt my feelings. All the pocket money I had fastidiously saved to  buy her a gift; she just simply gave it away like that!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Really Bitchy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Then the secondary school days.I wouldnt want to go through all this so I'll keep it short. The so-called friends I had were bitchy. Being pretty is all you need to establish a 'true' friendship. I was unlucky coz i was 'unpretty'. And being outspoken doesnt help either. I was really lonely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      That was why went I received the news that I had to be retained, I wasnt sad at all. I saw it as a blessing in disguise. I saw it as a subway to a new life. To make new friends and embark on a new start. I was wrong.. Not entirely wrong though. My new classmates were fine and helpful. There was only this one persistent child who keep on punishing me for something i didn't do. This child seize away my friends. The people i have tried so hard to associate with in the beggining of the year. Poof! Gone in a day - all because of this child .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But little does she know, her persistance to dismantle my life have actually made me all the more stronger. I learnt the cold truth about friends. Friends who love you and friends who used you. And for that I thank that persistent child. And it isnt a problem for me anymore. I know she's still cantankerously crapping about me; she's not the type who lets go of the people she hates easily. Trust me, I know. But she's also helping me to ignore her. And yes, I'm sure she still reads my blog. And if you still are reading this, I want to thank you for changing your blog address. There are ppl who still tells me about the crap you wrote in there.. but hey, what I do not know will not hurt me. So I tell this person, "it's ok. I dun want to know anymore" And even if I itch to know, I can't. I don't know where you wrote it. So needless to say, you have spared me the stabbings and hurt feelings. Thank you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And the good changes I had. No, I do not take them for granted. I was touched when my new civic tutor showed me her concerns. I recognises the teachers who have patiently sat down with me and explain the class lessons. I embrace the new friends I have made who have never judge me base on my looks or befriend me with an ulterior motive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font color=pink&gt;I thank god for presenting me with the sweet fruits in exchange for the patience and perseverance. Alhamdullilah...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114114451361229009?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114114451361229009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114114451361229009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114114451361229009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114114451361229009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/penny-for-thought.html' title='- Penny for thought..-'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114097547622719771</id><published>2006-02-26T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:24:06.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Kenduri -</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=purple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My family went to my distant uncle's kenduri/family gathering today. The food was great and the atmosphere was &lt;font size=2&gt;urm&lt;/font&gt;.. friendly lah. It wouldnt be nice for me to kutuk my pakcik's anak sedara in this blog so, let the secret be kept in me. The only thing I would say is, i didn't know i was related to minahs.(HiAk dUsH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My dad was extra generous today and he gave me and my sis xtra $$. Its not that very very substantial.. But its attractive enough. Yupp =). And my dad paid for my new Elle bag. Haha... I think im a spoilt brat lah. My mom was saying that I already had so many bags but still insisted on buying a new one. But I really needed a bag with enough space to put all e school books and the shower stuffs. (to combate e-after-P.E-smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And I ran into Shila today. =) Long tym no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway I noticed that there's this layer of i dun know what on my eye. Its not painful but it blurs my view. After i rinse my eyes with water, it'll go. But the thing is, this happens too frequently much to my annoyance. Im beginning to get worried. =( &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114097547622719771?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114097547622719771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114097547622719771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114097547622719771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114097547622719771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/kenduri.html' title='- Kenduri -'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114071195106323971</id><published>2006-02-23T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:26:51.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Clans! And Tribes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Second post in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hey in case u JC1 innovians think tat the clans and tribe names were made up, they really do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   http://members.aol.com/dee777/nativeb.htm ---&gt; I came across this webbie and some of the name I found familiar were...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font color= red&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size = 2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Zuni&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yurok&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yuma&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wyandot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wichita&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wallawalla&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Washoe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wailikki&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Waccamaw&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Apache&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Papago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wiyot(which reminds me of Vinoth)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yakima&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color = purple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Alamak onnie this... the rest are.. fake?? ahahha... nolah.. no offence....&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   erm.. Walla walla is the best okie?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114071195106323971?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114071195106323971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114071195106323971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114071195106323971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114071195106323971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-clans-and-tribes.html' title='Our Clans! And Tribes!'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114067839629380505</id><published>2006-02-22T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:23:08.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Day Ain't It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/be.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/be.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = red&gt;I should say.. Things are finally clearing up. The dark cloud has finally precipitated all its depressing drops and here I am smiling to myself, knowing that I have made the right choices. I have made the right choice to stay put in Innova. I have made the right choice to withdraw now, because it not only allow my mind to rest, but also to recap and rethink about what I want for my future and what I'm going to do in the present state.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Like I have always said in the past posts, I will miss my darlings - the friends I have made in Innova over the past months. But, like what my dear Aisyahhockey have mentioned, we can always keep in touch , be it in the same school or not. Besides, she's only a few metres from me (she's in RP)..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And as for the rest, Alhamdullilah, I thank god that u guys will be staying. Nadia, Syahidah, Hafiz, Farhan, Wilson, Shalini, Stephanie and my most most precious, AisahElmo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I see no point in letting depression take over me any more. I have lovely people around me and I know how much they cared for me. My mom, for once, is very worried that I withdrawn frm school, but understood that its only temporary. And she never did once scold me or anything; she understood that I needed this rest. Reason being that I have never enjoyed my post olevels holidays coz I worked straight after the examinations and started schooling after the december hols.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font color = purple&gt; And my lovely taggers.. Thanks for your concern, ppl.. I'm sorry i didnt get to reply ur tags a.s.a.p. So here are my replys to my lovely people...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font color= blue&gt;&lt;b&gt; Minjie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank you for believing in me , girl.. and i hope to see you in innova, yeah? =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;Hafiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hahaha... U get one urself too ok? Yours is horrendous.. smiles =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;Aisah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Atta yah back! Miss you soooo muchie lah...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;Nadia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hey you... I'm still here okay.. blum mati... and when will our east coast ever ever bcum a reality? tsk tsk.. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;(*)sya(*)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hmm.. u really think u can tahan me? we'll see ok... =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;Princess Azie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My beautiful loyal tagger.. how's school? I cant imagine going back to Kranji. such bad experience.. anyway kalau ader fd nite, u must inform me tau.. i wanna go.. and thanks for all the advices tau! love u muchie!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;Bana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Actually there's no need for you to be sorry. I've long known how u felt about him. Just that, I dun wan him to be the barrier between us friends . I brought Shahdan along during vday only because the aisyahs couldnt go and i cant afford to waste the xtra tickets. I'm sure u know i value friendship so much more than relationships rite? I dunno what more to say... &lt;u&gt;Im soo confused&lt;/u&gt; lah Bana.. But like i said, i prefer it this way... And since u have also wifdrawn, how bout another day at Orchard? Like always, no BOYFRIENDS allowed , ok?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;Asilah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     It happens doesn't it? Anyway, good luck to MI. Yep, many people said MI is the best.. But watch out, RP is not that bad either... heh.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;font color= red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I'll be meeting Aisah and Hafiz later on at LOT1. Hopefully naughty nadia and syahidah can come too! &lt;u&gt;I miss them soooo much..&lt;/u&gt; Hey, its only been ard 1 week since i last saw them.. am i crazy or wat? hahaha... cheers everyone! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114067839629380505?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114067839629380505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114067839629380505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114067839629380505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114067839629380505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/lovely-day-aint-it.html' title='Lovely Day Ain&apos;t It?'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-114043526498016749</id><published>2006-02-20T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:34:25.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Reply ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's it lah. Fed up siak. Dah tulis panjang2 then the whole post hilang. And especially when my mood is not rite. That's it lah. I'll just put it straight. I dunno how i feels towards Shahdan. I know dia orangnya not sempurna. Tapi everytime aku minta berpisah dia akan berlari2 mencari aku lagi. I dunno lah. Let it just be this way. Aku pun dah fed up dgn dia. Dgn Shila. Dgn innova. Dgn diri sendiri. Aku tak tahu kenapa aku kebelakangan ini selalu ajer marah2. Bahkan perkara kecik pun aku boleh melenting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And to those u have tagged me, I appreciate ur tags. I had wrote a long reply to ur tags but the whole post got deleted. I'll reply next time when I have the mood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-114043526498016749?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/114043526498016749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=114043526498016749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114043526498016749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/114043526498016749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/reply.html' title='--- Reply ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113976296476420143</id><published>2006-02-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T02:15:20.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Everyone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= purple&gt;Warning. This is gonna be long and depressing. But it has got to do with those close to me.( Read till e end and u'll see these names -&gt; AisyahHockey, AisahElmo, Nuraisyah,SHila,Farhana, Marina, Nadiah, Syahidah, Hafiz, Huda and Natriyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today is the second last day of JAE. Unfortunately, my mind is not made up yet. I want to continue in INNOVA. But its pointless u see. I did not take pure science in secondary school. Needless to say, I'm stuck in the arts stream. Not that it's bad tho. Its just that, I'm not reallie and artsy fartsy kinda student. The only subject I could plant my interest into is Geography and maybe Malay Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And I can't even consider H2 maths. Maybe i can appeal. But bear in mind that the rest of the students are way ahead of me. I would need extra coaching and undeniably, the stress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=3&gt;StreSS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tmr, I'll go to INNOVA and appeal for a H2 BIO. If i get it, I'm staying. If I dun, I'll try PJC. If i still dun, I go Poly and take up BIOMED. Effing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After buying the graphic calculator, all this must happen. Haiz. Selamat tinggal calculator ku. Kau tu sangat lah mahal. Tiba2 jer kena jual balik. Ngong ngeng betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And then friends. They're are really going away. I am not prepared for this. Even though they have told me long ago that they are not going to stay, i chose to be in denial. And now that they have sign the withdrawal forms, its like a blow to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size = 3&gt;Oh Dear!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And , I couldnt help it. I tried calling Shila. To ask her to come at least on Tuesday. She didn't pick up. And Suhaila... she's coming back for one week... and Aisyah Hockey.. Oh dear.. I was reallie emotional, I couldnt contain myself and cried onda fone. I wasn't crying, I was wailing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1 and a quarter month. And poof! Evryone's gone!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And I'm still in denial.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     (Not in order of importance)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;font size = 2&gt;FARHANA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color = black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;u&gt; Bana, I still couldn't imagine how life in sec3 and 4 would be without you. I know things werent good in sec 1 and 2. But heck, thats history. And we were immature then. But as time goes, we began to know each other. I began to see the inner part of you. And naturally, we understood each other. Remember the days nearer to exams when u and i didn't talk? Well, we know both of us werent in the mood to talk during that trying times. O levels took away all our energy mentally and physically. But we need not explain. We understood wat the other was going thru. And remember the times we did our art together? Ah who cares if we did not get A1? The memories was worth it. It was worth more than a million dollars. I reallie miss those times. I'm reallie happie to see that u have finally begin to realise how beautiful u r. It's like, ive been trying to tell you that since last year but u denied them. U always thought i was lying... But now, i see that u have finally gain confidence.. I am so proud of you. You don't have to have the nice nice clothes or the popular frens to be pretty. Its in you. You are beautiful on the inside AND outside.. And you are one of the ppl im gonna miss the most.. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size= 2&gt; AISYAH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color= purple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;Aisyah a.k.a Aisyah hockey. Haha. That name agaknyer dah stuck eh. There's like 3 aisyahs in our clique so that nick would be perfect to differentiate btwn u guys. And Aisyah, you are one of the first few ppl ive got to know during the orientation period. You, Marina and Bana make the perfect grp! Totally crazy!! And remembered the BOOMBA nite. We danced like crazy even tho mcm bdk2 biol kitorang nie... tapi aper yg important, we had fun!! And remembered the times we always talk about Yan? hahaha... We always ogled at this hunk eh... And that time we went to see Fauzie Laily and Khairul Anuar... And Rod Monteiro and Azmi Sempoi. Sempoi effing rude eh? Tapi tkper.. we were actually more interested in that mix blood guy. That marshal.. haha.. And aisyah, I actually tot u were going to stay since ur in DSA. But when u said u were withdrawing, it reallie became a blow to me. I wasnt prepared at all. But Aisyah, its your future and its your decision. I shouldnt interfere. But im still sad. there won't be that blue clan dakota girl anymore.. I'm reallie going to miss you..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font size=2&gt;ShiLa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = green&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt;Ni Shila! Im still pissed with u okay? Kau semangat suruh aku stay. Ckp nak continue INNOVA, last last kau yg tkde.. aper sey.. But in the end, wat matters most is your choice. Its your future sey.. And me, I'll still remember ur words; "kau kalau ingat kau kelakar, kau pegi jadi clown ah" Haha.. Shila Shila... kau ni head prefect eh dulu.. cam tk percaya.. coz ur crazy!! And soo funny... I wondered if the teachers had actuallie chosen the wrong person.. But I think its your determination and hardwork lah yang bcum the object of admiration. U were there went i was feeling down. Even tho at that we just met. Its like as tho were had already each other for so long.. Aku boleh tergolek2 atas katil ngan kau sey.. hahha...And remembered the conversation u had with Shahdan? God! Hahhah... Klakerlaking sey... Haha.. Anyway, I'm  reallie sad that u r going sey.. Remember the day we went camping together? The videos? The Sheng Siong. And that colourful vomit. Oh dear. That was hilarious sey... ahahahah... I'm reallie gonna miss gerl...=(&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font size=2&gt;Aisah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = hot pink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;Elmo!! Haha.. A kind soul who's gonna stay with me in INNOVA. This gerl.. likes to be bullied. Oh dear, Shila's going away.. who's gonna bully you now? U've only got me left.. But haiz, it wouldnt be the same again, would it? Remembered the day we went camping together? You told theres a squirrel behind the tree that i should see.. It turns out to be shila's vomit!! And you were actually amazed by it. When i went there to see, I laughed my ass off! U are ever so cutelah, Aisah. And sorry about the morning b4 the results. I really didnt mean to be late. And gerl, thanks for all the maths coaching.. Im a bit slowlah coz i didnt take A maths... And gerl.. Im crossing my fingers that I can stay.. Kalau sehari tk ku bully kau, tk sah betul... Oleh itu , aku mesti stay... hhhahaha..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size=2&gt;Nuraisyah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;u&gt; Aisyah, the first time we met, u were so quiet. But after the days we were together, alahai havoc sey... But u really sporting sey.. Heh. I have heard ur conversation with Shila's ex.. haha.. u sound soo different sey onda fone.. very sexy.. and yep, that day we went camping together, it was reallie fun. What would we be doing if it werent for u and wilson who helped to lit up the fire.. And im still wondering what u and wilson were doing inside the tent when me aisah and shila went to sheng siong.. haha.. just kidding.. hey i know ur innocent ok? But maybe wilson's not.. heh.. Im going to miss u gerl.. i didnt expect you to go and take the withdrawal form sey... kalau ikutkan hati, nak ajer aku koyakkan kertas tu. But at the end of the day, its reallie ur decision. Well, wat can i do.  There'll be only be Me, Aisah, Nadia and Syahidah left... Haiz... All the best to Aisyah.. And kalau dah bukak skolah, jgnlah keje kuat sey.. tym masih muda ni, mesti jaga kesihatan..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font size=2&gt;Marina&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color =black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt;This hot babe (whom btw is an 8 pointer) is sadly going to leave all of us. The first 3 weeks i had with u was a blast! I can still remember the Boomba nite.. U were so cute lah gerl.. anyway, someone just professed his love for u during e vday gig. heard a lot of peeps were crazy for u.. hehe.. but really, u r very pretty but very modest about it. Thats wat i like about you. and its really sadlah.. now that you are going back to Ukraine... Im gonna miss u like crazy..&lt;u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nadiah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = purple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt; Eh u. My want-to-ponteng-but-never-ponteng-friend. The today-go-east-coast-but-end-up-never-go girl. The banana-tree-is-not-a-tree girl. The tahi-lalat-like-siti-nurhaliza-girl. The brother-look-like-mawi girl.  hahahah... This cute gerl, has a thing about irritating ppl. She can actually tolerate them!! Which is good. Coz im one of them. Not that i really irritate her, im just lame , thats all. But Nadiah, a day in school with u is never a boring one coz u lightens up the mood everytime. This girl is also a chilli padi. Small but very very influential and smart. Its a good thing u chose IJC as first choice coz i can get to see u everyday. Which means that I'll be feeding you with my lame-ness everyday! And when will our East Coast trip ever bcum a reality?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syahidah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color =hot pink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt;Hey a day with you is never a boring one too. Im very happie ur staying... nasib kiter samerlah.. haha.. my meet-you-every-morning-on-the-track-friend...biler lah aku nak keluar? anyway let's do this together okay? but im kinda sick being in that "wonderful" club.. haha..And Sya, there's nothing wrong with u results lah.. Why hear what other ppl have to say.. So long as u know u have studied hard, there's nothing more you should regret.. Trust me, different people will reach success in many different ways.. And okay, I know im lame.. I know...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hafiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color =dark blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;Hafiz a.k.a irritating toot! Haha... Don't you think u deserve this name? Anyhoots you're still one of the best ppl that makes my life in innova a joyful one.. Its nice having someone to laugh at ur jokes.. Even though its lame.. Think we share the same sense of humour. Hafiz is an easy-going person, actually i think its because he share the same interest with us - clothes, shopping, gossips and stuffs. And we accomodate to his hobby - Bus Watching. Is that how u call it? Its a comfort to know that there's someone in our group who memorises every bus routes. So if you're lost or anything, hey you know who to find okies? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natriyah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color =dark orange&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt; I don't know whether I should say it here or not. Partly coz I think you may never read it. But girl, I want you to know that I welcome your change. And hey, who am I to stop you right? Even though I'm hurt lah.. Just don't forget our friendship when you go to CJC. But should you change your mind, I'm always here for you, Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color = red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;u&gt; People say friends come and go. I'll say friends disappear but fate would let them meet again. You are one of the greatest ppl in my life. Whom have done so much for me. I greatly appreciate the fact that you have accepted me for who I am. And even though we have never been in the same school, and people find it weird that we could become best friends, well, I would say that there is a chemistry between us. Do you still remember the times we went out together and met strange people? Remember Sham and Elly? Remember the time when both our boyfriends shared the same name? And that we actually shared the same anniversary and broke up in the same week?Haha. Those times were hilarious. And you make me see the different side of people. And to those ppl who still thinks that Huda is a minah, well, you are so very wrong. That day when u msg me in Friendster, it put a smile on my face even though I was actually having a very stressful day. On the day I thought I was losing the friends I made from Innova, I gain back an old friend - YOU. I think this is god's way of letting me know that for every wonderful things he took away from us, he would pay it back in another way.... To Sharifah Huda Zuhairah, friends forever... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113976296476420143?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113976296476420143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113976296476420143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113976296476420143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113976296476420143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheres-everyone.html' title='Where&apos;s Everyone??'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113964322406904583</id><published>2006-02-10T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:39:25.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Results!! --</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color = black&gt;Always expect the unexpected. Yep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've always been getting F9 for my combined humans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Guess what?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I got a B3! Dig that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And English. God. I wanted an A2.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But no. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Remember that mental block while doing O level Compo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Haiz.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And Physics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Remembered the scoldings and sighings from Mr Koh everytime I flung my Physics tests?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I actually got A1 for my Science!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I'm still surprise!=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And best of all - the financial rewards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mom had promised me that if I scored at least a b3 for maths and science, she would give me moolahs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When she heard I got B3 for maths and A1 for science, she was in denial.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But she believed me when she saw my results slip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So overall after minusing bonus points (CCA, Loyalty and MLEP)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size =3&gt;&lt;font color = red&gt;I got 11 points!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm gonna stay in Innova.&lt;br /&gt;    Coz Innova Junior College Rocks!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Peace Outz!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113964322406904583?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113964322406904583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113964322406904583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113964322406904583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113964322406904583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/results.html' title='-- Results!! --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113922766838165316</id><published>2006-02-06T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T04:17:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- O Levels Results!! ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color = darkblue&gt;Heard its this Friday. How scary is that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let's wait this Thursday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;font color = red&gt;It'll be even scarier!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh my.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, school was great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Teachers were fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Friends are great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    P.E is deathly. But great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Maths can be sucky coz this year's maths are of diff syllabus. So that explains why there are no TYS.Yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I hate favourtism. Luckily it only happens in Malay class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They are from diff class anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My class rox!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size = 3&gt;0642A rox!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love Innova&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Love my friends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (Mummy, i wanna go University. Can?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113922766838165316?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113922766838165316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113922766838165316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113922766838165316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113922766838165316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-levels-results.html' title='--- O Levels Results!! ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113912967519359260</id><published>2006-02-05T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:00:29.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- I'm back --</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = black&gt;Realised that I've been ignoring my blog for quite a while. Haha! Busy? Yah, quite. Lazy? Yep, that too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here are the pics that was supposed to have been updated long time ago. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar076.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt; The Malay Dance girls ready for performance on CNY.And me? I'm their makeup artist!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar077.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Moi Besties!Suhaila, Aisyah and Aisah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar079.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Us! With Ian. We finally got a chance to take photos with this cute hunk! And lucky Michelle... she and him... wow!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar082.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My besties after the consert.Mich.Aisyah.Aisyah Hockey.Elmo(Aisah).Shila.Bana&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar081.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Us again..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar083.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Hahakz.. Actually we were already quite tired but we posed anyway..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar086.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Bana.. with Aisyah hockey's latest Handphone...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar085.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bana.. forever camera shy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar084.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Mat Kentals yang aku menyampah tapi tak benci...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So that's about it. The rest of this week had been a hectic one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   HOMEWORK.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   TEST&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   HOMEWORK&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   TEST&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And those 5B's.. Someone please do something about that. It's getting more intolerable. Especially that Saki*ah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And I'm still feeling very tired. From pitching the tent. Mantling the BBQ pit. Shopping for food. And trying to lit up the fire that is soooo DEGIL. And then unpitching. And dismantling the BBQ pit.&lt;br /&gt;   But overall, it was really fun! With people like Elmo, Shila, Aisyah and Wilson, my day has never been boring. They really make the trip a very enjoyable one. Love these darlings! And in the afternoon, my another darling came - B!! He helped us to lit up the fire again. And surprisingly, his brother was just a few metres away from us. Haha.. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;   Pictures taken during the BBQ trip will be put up after moi darling Aisyah Hockey send me e pics thru email. I had fun. CYA guys. Off for more HOMEWORKS!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113912967519359260?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113912967519359260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113912967519359260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113912967519359260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113912967519359260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title='-- I&apos;m back --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113830105985094911</id><published>2006-01-26T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:51:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- My Lovelies! Muacks!! --</title><content type='html'>The &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color=dark blue&gt; NeoPrints &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;are here!!!!! Oh my, these are the lovely people who have made my jc life colouful! (Those missing peeps who are also special to me would be Aisyah, Bana and Marina. But I promise tmr, I gonna drag these &lt;br /&gt;guys into the photo session!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     FEAST YOUR EYES ON THESE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Scan10025.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Scan10020.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Scan10035.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Scan10036.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Scan10037.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/Scan10038.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; these guys soooo very very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tomoro there'll be a CNY consert. And I'm gonna be a makeup artist fer e malay dance gurls.. So I'll be bringing all the makeups.. hopefully there's time for me to shower in school after running b4 the gurls call me!!&lt;br /&gt;    Ive just realised that I forgot to turn up for Washo's phototaking. Dang! So needless to say, Im not in the photo... WEK!!!! Aiyo.. My fault lah.. They send me soo many msgs to come, but I still forgot.. wahliao.. blame it on all the hw lah.. hahhahah.... &lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, Happy Chinese New Year to everyone.. If got extra hong bao, remember me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113830105985094911?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113830105985094911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113830105985094911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113830105985094911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113830105985094911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-lovelies-muacks.html' title='-- My Lovelies! Muacks!! --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113811282973898470</id><published>2006-01-24T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T06:27:49.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>---- Weekend ---</title><content type='html'>I'm always so late at posting.. But here are the pics anyway... We had a blast at Town last Saturday.. Cept that, I told Bana and Aisyah to go Cineleisure but I ended up going to Lido.. Heh. &lt;font size=1/2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt; Human error lah &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Before meeting Bana and Aisyah, I bumped into Huda. Tada!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar071.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And also Dalina Jaapar. And her hair. erm. Wat's it called?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar057.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She was so cute I tell u. She wanted to see the pic we took and said the first one was too near-captured. "Alah besarnyer..." So we took another one. Heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar059.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After finally meeting Aisyah, (I sesat pat dalam Cineleisure itself. Wakkakaka)we went to buy our tikets. We chose erm.. forgot-what's-the'name movie. But it sux.So its not worth remembering its title anyway.&lt;br /&gt;   Bana and Aisyah bought the fried Mars Bar with chocoloate ice-cream.Yummy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah, pose!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar067.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   See, it's so yummy, even Bana hated getting interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar069.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Courtesy of Bana.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar061.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Bana said, 'Talk to my hand!'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar058.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me and Aisyah. She just love to pose. Say 'camera' onnie, she will immediately say cheese!!! Or, Dakota!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar070.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And finally at night, I went to meet my bestie, Yan! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar060.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So that's all. And one more thing. Khairul Anuar came to my school for shooting. Jealous? Oh, dun be. Coz our lecturer did not want to tell us wat time he's cumin. Darn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113811282973898470?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113811282973898470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113811282973898470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113811282973898470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113811282973898470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend.html' title='---- Weekend ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113809258420192090</id><published>2006-01-24T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:49:44.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- hmm ----</title><content type='html'>I have already uploaded all the pikchas in photobucket. BUt sorry guys I can't put em up now.. I was just about to blog but something came up. I need to settle something first.. So next time k?&lt;br /&gt;  CYA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113809258420192090?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113809258420192090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113809258420192090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113809258420192090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113809258420192090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm.html' title='--- hmm ----'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113765870024159851</id><published>2006-01-18T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:18:20.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--------</title><content type='html'>(Coretan ini adalah luahan perasan ku pada waktu ini. It's depressing so kalau korang rasa tak selesa, usah terus membaca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/DSCF0303.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sayang, kita dah mengenali selama dua tahun. Walaupun dua tahun merupakan waktu yang singkat, namun ia telah membuat kita semakin rapat dan memahami antara satu sama lain. Dua tahun, keluarga kita dah mengetahui bahawa kita bercinta. Aku telah ke rumahmu untuk berkenalan dgn ibu dan keluarga. Banyak wang yang telah digunakan semata2 untuk memenangi perasaan mereka. Begitu juga dgn dirimu, sayang. &lt;br /&gt;   Pergaduhan dan perselisihan akan sentiasa ada di dalam sebuah perhubungan. Manusia mana yang tidak pernah bertikam lidah? Walaupun kita selalu bergaduh, namun kita akan tetap menyelesaikannya dengan cara yang baik. Tidak kiralah, sama ada kau yang memujuk aku atau aku yang memujuk kau. &lt;br /&gt;   Tetapi, mengapa harus pergaduhan kali ini berhenti dengan cara sedemikian? Mengapa harus persengketaan ini terjadi sedangkan kita saling menyintai? Apakah yang benar2 berada dimindamu sayang? Kau meninggalkanku dalam cara sebegini...&lt;br /&gt;    Ya Allah, berikanlaku kekuatan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113765870024159851?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113765870024159851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113765870024159851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113765870024159851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113765870024159851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='--------'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113739366027669643</id><published>2006-01-15T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:42:15.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Let's talk about this word --</title><content type='html'>I have a piece of advice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stop doing unto others what you wouldnt want others to do unto you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And especially using vulgarities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vulgarities only shows immaturity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once or twice is okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just to show your annoyance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But using it repeatedly only shows how rude,immature and how immoral you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For example, 'what a bitchy bitchy bitch she is'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or, 'you are the biggest bitch'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or something along that line..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You really think ur readers would respect you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And please dun repeat these words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes, that very word u say, contains ur own name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like, &lt;font size=2&gt;BITCH&lt;/font&gt; contains the initial B and T.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BT? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sounds familiar?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gee, I wonder who is that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size=1/2&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm? Can I laugh now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113739366027669643?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113739366027669643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113739366027669643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113739366027669643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113739366027669643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-talk-about-this-word.html' title='-- Let&apos;s talk about this word --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113731861432452827</id><published>2006-01-15T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:56:52.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>----Arghhh!!!!! ----</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saper tu?????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar042.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Argh!!! Scream already!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And again!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's really cuter in person u know...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aisyah's so lucky!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey I'm lucky too.. But see lah this pic..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scream again please. He's so cute! I'm happy if I can even have him in my dreams.. haha.. am I desperate or what? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So that's how we spent our day. Drooling on these eyecandy. We didn't wait for Taufik Batisah though. Coz each of us couldn't wait that long. Anyway, we had fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar045.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Us!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar047.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Us again! Sya, tgk mana tu?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar048.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The whole group.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amidst all the excitement, guess who I saw? My English teacher!!! Ms Lai!!! Tada!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar050.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br&gt;All thanks to Ms Lai, I believe those in 4A last year would have an advantage on GP. Its rather similar to what she thought us. And yep, she was happy when I told her that.... "We are on the right track", she said... Heh. So students, listen to her in class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113731861432452827?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113731861432452827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113731861432452827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113731861432452827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113731861432452827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/arghhh.html' title='----Arghhh!!!!! ----'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113720047902754550</id><published>2006-01-13T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:01:19.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Fun!Fun!Fun! --</title><content type='html'>Hey.. I'm looking forward to meeting Shila and hopefully Aisah is tagging along too. We are going to Sakura and then to Plaza Singapura to watch Khairul Anwar and then we are going swimming!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway since I'm gonna get my pay soon and I'm gonna cash in the check from CDC, I thought that I might as well use the money I have now to buy the things that I;ve always wanted.. So POOF! I bought a new hp, new shoes, CDs and other things.. And I'm really satisfied with the things I bought.&lt;br /&gt;    I'll put pictures up on my next post coz I nid to get ready now.And thank you to all my taggers!! I love you guys! Muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113720047902754550?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113720047902754550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113720047902754550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113720047902754550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113720047902754550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/funfunfun.html' title='-- Fun!Fun!Fun! --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113697651332211518</id><published>2006-01-11T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T02:48:39.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Photos ---</title><content type='html'>My first choice of H1 and H2 are accepted! And my new classmates are a lovely bunch of people.. Lets see if I can remember their names... I know there's Felicia coz she was my classmate in Kranji.. Others would be like Siti Aisyah, Nur Aisyah, Shalini, Shahidah, Nadiah, Shila,I Yun, Teng Chung, Stephanie, Jasmine, Hafiz, Azmi, Shandi??, Wilson and erm.. who else? I think that's about it yeap..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And here are the photos!! I love these gerls.. They are soooo much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar013.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Luv these gerls.. These are my new classmates..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar012.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Them standing on the stage in the lecture theatre...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Us again.. waiting for the lecturers..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar029.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Giler kan kitorang.. At the canteen..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar018.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; This picture.. I loike...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/maknyergambar009.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wat onnie...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; OKlah.. that's about it.. I gotta go to Lot 1 and get my new Ic size photo.. And if any of those 0642A students are reading this blog, hey I luv u guys man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113697651332211518?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113697651332211518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113697651332211518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113697651332211518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113697651332211518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/photos.html' title='--- Photos ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113687098385486712</id><published>2006-01-09T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:00:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Aidiladha ---</title><content type='html'>If you guys watched the Malaysia's Tv Channel at 1.16 today, you will hear the Ustaz said " Kita tidak boleh menafikan bahawa orang kafir akan sentiasa mengaitkan kita dengan pengganasan.. Mereka menganggap kita menyembelih kambing sebagai satu tingkah pengganasan.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Astarghfirullah halazim.. Bila agaknya mereka akan berhenti melemparkan tomahan demi tomahan kepada kami Umat Islam. Satu demi satu yang mereka lakukan. Lihatlah askar2 mereka di Iraq. Satu yang mati diheboh-hebohkan. Keluarga si askar diwawancara dan disiarkan kesedihan mereka. Apakan pula keluarga bagi beribu-ribu rakyat Iraq yang telah meninggal akibat serangan orang orang Amerika?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nvm. Enuff of this stuff.Its depressing.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'll be going to my grandma's house later so I need to siap-siap now. Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha semua.And.. selamat buat homework for H1 Maths students in Innova!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Eh? U give up huh? Tats good... And how come ur here? Tot u didnt want to see this blog anymore??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113687098385486712?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113687098385486712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113687098385486712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113687098385486712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113687098385486712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/aidiladha.html' title='--- Aidiladha ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113665673481735617</id><published>2006-01-07T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T09:59:03.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- YaWn ---</title><content type='html'>Right! Its all set.. I'll be taking my motor licence in June.. Hopefully can take with Aisyah. At least I have a friend to take with. Anyway, I've learnt some basics from B. Just left a few other parts like changing gear. I still dun get it.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I'm too tired to blog anything now,  I've just came back from work. And I hope I'll be getting the subject combi of my choice - H1 (GP, Malay, Pw) + Maths and H2 Econs, Geog and Malay Lit. Cross fingers.&lt;br /&gt;  And for that person, glad u realise that you're slapping ur own face. *slap*slap* And ouch, doesnt it hurts? Bah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113665673481735617?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113665673481735617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113665673481735617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113665673481735617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113665673481735617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/yawn.html' title='--- YaWn ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113660306146792673</id><published>2006-01-06T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:08:14.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Last Day of Orientation --</title><content type='html'>Wow! The last day of orientation was really great! It was chaotic and fun fun fun!!! And seeing the OGL, Ian, getting wet was pretty interesting. He IS sexy ok? Hahaha... And Miccosukke won!! Even tho they're not my clan, but they are wallawalla's allie... So we stood up and cheered for them.. And our OGL said, Its okay not to win because we had fun.. And at least our allies have won!!&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I won't elaborate anymore or maybe I'll do that later coz I've gotta go to work now!!!&lt;br /&gt;  And anyway, someone asked me this , "Semut ader hidung tak?" Like.. how the hell am I gonna answer that?? Of coz they do lah.. don't they??&lt;br /&gt;  And on more thing, someone just broke her new year resolution. Have resolute to forgetting about enemies or keeping grugdes. And I was like, ok thats at least something good coming from her. But then, this creature mentioned my name in other ppls tagboard to enunciate sarcasm. Tsk tsk! Some ppl are just plain hypocrite. Oh well, why am I not surprised??&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I'm talking in general yah? Coz I know it hurts to see ur name in other ppl's blog talking bad about you. And, speaking about YOU calling me a bitch, I strictly didnt wrote ur name here and didnt go around writing ur names in other peeps tags to enunciate sarcasm. And my readers doesnt actually know who I am talking about. So the question is, who is the real bitch here? Is it YOU or is it me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113660306146792673?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113660306146792673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113660306146792673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113660306146792673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113660306146792673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-day-of-orientation.html' title='-- Last Day of Orientation --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113640087499982293</id><published>2006-01-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:54:35.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Innova Jc ---</title><content type='html'>(Aini sings)"I don't wanna go another day..." Heh. Asilah, sounds familiar? Of course! I'm listening to e song from your blog while typing this post. I'm loving that song thanks to Asilah.. &lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, first day of Jc was fun!! The morning part was boringlah, the principal talked for so long. But in the later part of the day, we learnt mass dance and then had icebreakers and then we played games!! The games were wet wet wet and they made us stinks stinks stinks under the hot hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;   I made lotsa new friends today. Some of the names of the people is my 'tribe' are Melissa, Hazel, Ming Xian, Thilaka. From Bana's 'tribe' are Marina and Aisyah. And from this school alone, there are people from many parts of the world like Ukraine, Bangladesh and China..&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, my tribe's name is Washo and my clan is Wallawalla. Bana's clan is Dakota. Kahmun and Minjie is from Miccosukke. Not too sure bout the rest of my classmates like Eugene, Cheryl and Felicia. But its sure is comforting to see my classmates in the same JC as me!&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, Kahmun's clan and mine (Miccosukke and Wallawalla) are so called alliance and our crazy OGLs have already thought of many ways to sabo the other clans ( Dakota ).&lt;br /&gt;  Haha. OKaylah, I had fun. Tomoro, there will be more games!! And the Ogls have warn us to bring an extra pair of underwear and shoes coz the games are gonna soooo wet!!&lt;br /&gt;  And after tmr, I need to go on diet. In case you guys think I havent notice, well, yes, I noticed that I've gained weight over the holidays. BUt tmr, will be the last day I eat junkies. ( cross finger ) I wanna try seoul garden. Please B. Onnie tomoro ok???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113640087499982293?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113640087499982293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113640087499982293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113640087499982293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113640087499982293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/innova-jc.html' title='--- Innova Jc ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113613325404089628</id><published>2006-01-01T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T08:34:14.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--- Sunday ---</title><content type='html'>Was sleeping rather peacefully when I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to work! Oh no! I overslept becoz I came home late the day b4.. &lt;br /&gt;  But thankfully nothing happened. No nagging no nothing. My boss said it was okay bcoz it was the first time I came late. The only thing that bothered me was that I was working in the front line alone. And there were really a lot of customers. Some were impatient but most were understanding. I was simply put off by this particular lady with an equally ferocious mouthed young daughter. But then, I had to be patient, knowing that customers are our important assets in this business. But after they left, the others who came were actually fun and easy going and they had truly made my day better.. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking about my work, sometimes in the morning of mondays and tuesdays, it can get really quiet so the only way for me to pass the time is to clean the aircon or scrub anything that is dirty like the laminated menus that is laden with dirt. And Berwin were pleased. He actually raised my pay! Hehe.. but what surprises me is that my pay is on par with my boss's! What a pleasant surprise! But I shall take that as a motivation to serve the customers better..&lt;br /&gt;  The day after tmr - to innova jc I go.. I don't know how to get there, but thankfully Bana knows the way.. And yah, maybe after the first day in school, I would go to her house and tryout her SIMS2.. Interestinglah.. &lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, my feet hurts like hell... I worked for 13 hours today.. I got to go to sleep.. Anyway, new year means new resolution.. So may all of your dreams come thru.. &lt;br /&gt;  And work hard for your own achievements.. I pray hard for all of you.. Ya allah ya tuhanku, kau kabulkankan lah doa kami dan jauhilah kami dari angkara2 yang akan mencetuskan kemarahanmu amin yarobbal alamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113613325404089628?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113613325404089628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113613325404089628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113613325404089628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113613325404089628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday.html' title='--- Sunday ---'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113602649976819692</id><published>2005-12-31T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:31:24.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- The Last Day to... --</title><content type='html'>You call urself mature. But...&lt;br /&gt;  1) You scream at your mom? your dad? &lt;br /&gt;  2) You don't understand how much pain they went thru just to bring their children up, to have you become ungrateful?&lt;br /&gt;  3) Cry and scream at the top of your lungs in the toilet in hoping that someone pacifies you?&lt;br /&gt;  4) Roll your eyes when someone tells you politely that they are unhappy with ur behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;  5) Call your bestfrind names and even commented on her breast?&lt;br /&gt;  6) Find fault with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;  7) Encounter a weeny problem and say " Oh that's life "?&lt;br /&gt;  8) Talk badly about other people but think the world of yourself? Even if you did something soo childish?&lt;br /&gt;  9) Run off to popular girls just to gain popularity but in actual fact nobody finds you interesting.&lt;br /&gt;  10) Kiss your countless number of boyfriends in school grounds but calls other girls 'bitch'?&lt;br /&gt;  11) Find it fun to call other ppl bitch?&lt;br /&gt;  12) Tryna tell people you're cool, but in actual fact, ur INSECURE?&lt;br /&gt;  13) Scream at your sister for controlling you but doesnt understand that the reason why she controls you is in fact because you doesnt know how to take care of urself. Your uber immature. And with that insensitive mouth of yours, it can drives anyone to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;  14) Claims to hate racism when it actually exist from your very own family. And besides you always ditch ppl from other races. ( well, your sister hates malay doesnt she?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well.. that's for you. I mean, for those who feels the pinch. I'm thankful we don't cross paths anymore. Now you think the world of yourself and keep bitching other people.But when you start working in an adult life, other ppl with do the same things to you as you are doing now. It's call karma, baby. I'm can only be thankful for that one path we crossed because it serves as a lesson for me to learn. I've learn that in order for us to survive people like you, is to ignore them. And, patience pays off.I may be fat ugly or whatever u wanna call it. But, my heart isnt as black or ugly as urs. period.&lt;br /&gt; And, it won't make me lose face to apologise. And so, I apologise if I ever hurt you in any way. But seriously, I think your over sensitive because whatever things I've said, be it direct or not, it's, to many's opinions, isnt as hurting as yours. And lastly, my advice to you is, please stop picking on others people's wrongdoings. Why don't you just look at yourself. Because no one is perfect. And that makes us all equal. And if there is one thing we all should do, is to accept each other's flaw. That way, no one would be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;  Goodbye &lt;s&gt;nemesis&lt;/s&gt; friend. May god bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113602649976819692?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113602649976819692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113602649976819692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113602649976819692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113602649976819692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-to.html' title='-- The Last Day to... --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113578254377371554</id><published>2005-12-28T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T07:09:03.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- America's Next Top Model --</title><content type='html'>Anyway, no need to watch ANTM lah okay.. the winner is NICOLE!!!  Singapore's Tv's so slow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113578254377371554?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113578254377371554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113578254377371554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113578254377371554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113578254377371554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/americas-next-top-model.html' title='-- America&apos;s Next Top Model --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113578204016551049</id><published>2005-12-28T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T07:00:40.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- PooL --</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first time my sister and my schedule for work coincides with each other. Both of us finished at 3 and had our lunch at Al Ameen. Anyway did I ever mention that we work only next door to each other? Well, she works in 711 while I work at the next door, Hara Tim Sum. Anyway, it kinda sux when you walk the whole row of that coffee shop along Cheong Ching Nam Street when all the shoppers knows you. COz my sister is over friendly and has worked there for quite some time, and they are her regular customers, well, they know each other.. &lt;br /&gt; So if I go to Al Ameen, 711 or Al Azhar, I will hear " Hey, Ain's Sister!" "Hey , Ain's Sister!" . My name's Aini, and I'd much prefer to be called by my own name thank you. Anyway, we went to Lot 1 to play Xbox for only $3 per hour.. And then just now, we played pool at Bukit Timah..&lt;br /&gt; And just this afternoon, I called the new paper.. well... I won't elaborate.. Just not yet.. coz I'm afraid that they wouldn't take my suggestion into consideration. But, but, if they do, well... I'll tell you the whole story...later.&lt;br /&gt; I think I'll bring the Digi Cam tmr.. I wanna show you this person who works in 711 ( if he works tmr ) He's from Kranji... hehehe...The only difference about him when he was in my alma mater and now is that, he's cuter... haha!&lt;br /&gt; Okaylah, I need to sleep now, I've got to train a new worker tomoro.. cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113578204016551049?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113578204016551049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113578204016551049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113578204016551049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113578204016551049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/pool.html' title='-- PooL --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113559543968563371</id><published>2005-12-26T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T03:10:39.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Tsunami --</title><content type='html'>The only sounds you could hear were the swooshing of waves and the crowing of birds. Once in while, a few jumping fishes will catch ur attention. &lt;br /&gt;  Here, the place where it used to be the homeland of a few thousands vilages were deathly quiet. The land that were once the playground for innocent kids, farms for poor farmers and a safe ground women look after their kids and worry about their husbands at sea, are now scattered with debris.&lt;br /&gt;  Tsunami. A word enough to remind us that our lives are surrounded by danger. At one point we are drowned with happy celebration, the next, we found ourselves drowned by forceful water.&lt;br /&gt;  Some people say that the faces of the victims were a picture of desperation. But personally I think they looked calm. Why wouldnt they be? Most of them were poor and suffering. Neverending wars in Aceh cause many to be suspicious of each other. In areas of Tamil tigers, you can only hope that these terrorists doesnt strike again. God loves those people whose lives weren't spared. Not that they deserved a terrible death. They just deserved to be in peace. &lt;br /&gt;  And the only buildings left were the mosques. Purely made of wood. Some build with merely petty nails. Arent these enough to show us what God wants us to see? Where are the rest of the buildings? Specifically, the other places of worships? &lt;br /&gt;  Reporters and television would only care to show us photos of the mosques.  But why don't they ask ;why it is still standing instead of asking why didn't it fall? &lt;br /&gt;  And to those who kept telling us " Aiyah of course it's standing lah... Its made of cement wat..." Well let me just remind you that the mosques were made of wood. Purely wood. &lt;br /&gt;  Imagine if your churches were the ones standing.. All media would go frenzy.. telling us .. Ohh!!! Mighty Lord.. Yaddah yaddah yaddah... Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;  I don't wish to offend anyone..I wrote this because I am just angry with one of my friends comments. I know many people opposes my religion.. But in my heart I, believe in what God wants me to believe..&lt;br /&gt;  And lastly, Alfatihah to my Muslim brothers and sisters... &lt;br /&gt;  Bismillah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113559543968563371?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113559543968563371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113559543968563371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113559543968563371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113559543968563371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/tsunami.html' title='-- Tsunami --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113544786119147120</id><published>2005-12-24T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:11:01.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Updates --</title><content type='html'>Yesterday ( or issit the day b4? ), I went to watch Chicken Little with Bana!! The story was okaylah but I'd rather drag Bana to watch The Descent. That movie really turned my guts inside out and I wanna see Bana's reactions too! hehehe...And I can't wait to tryout Bana's new Sims CD!!&lt;br /&gt;  So this months alone I've already watched 5 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  King Kong's a turn off. Firstly, it's a whole load of crap. Why would a King Kong be emotional with a lady? If he climbed that stupid State Building, wouldnt he crash the glass windows? Plus, the King Kong only emerged after 1 hr thru e show. And I kept asking B if we had entered the wrong movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;  Aeon Flux = sucked.Period.&lt;br /&gt;  Chicken's Little = average lah.&lt;br /&gt;  The Descent = Worth every cents. Thumbs Up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  And anyway, I wanna talk about the customers I handles at the restaurant. Some of them were friendly. Some of them sucked. Ironically, those who were friendly were the well to do and educated ones. ( you can see from the way they talk and wear and the cars they drive) And those who were blardy arrogant were the average ppl. Like mats and minahs. Ugh! There was this one whole group who came slighty after midnite. Actually by then, our restaurant would have reject new orders but my boss, being kind, told me to go ahead. But these bloody fucking idiots ( pardon my vulgarities ) doesnt understand that it is only normal that most of their orders couldnt be fulfilled since we have run out of stock. And within that group, there was this guy who closely resembles my nemesis ex-classmate, Atiqi. And to top it off, he is just as bloody irritating and arrogant as Atiqi. He gave me that kind of look when I told him that I couldnt give in his orders. Doesnt he understand English? I said, " We have run out of stocks"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bloody idiot. I hate all the Atiqis in the world! Handsome but bimbos, arrogant and always sits under their mom's armpits. You might as well marry your mother.Bloody freaking Mommy's boys!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  And to Izzi, sorry if I couldnt make time for you. I had really hope that we could have sometime together with Jannah, Silah, Shariena ,Bana and all.. But it seems that when one of us is free, the others would be busy.. I'm really sorry.. To tell you the truth, I kinda regret getting too caught up with work. Work work work for money ,money, money.. When will I understand that money couldnt buy happiness? I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; More updates tomoro.. I'm tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113544786119147120?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113544786119147120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113544786119147120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113544786119147120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113544786119147120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates.html' title='-- Updates --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113513998017347360</id><published>2005-12-20T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:46:31.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Work,work,work --</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/DSCF0310.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/DSCF0323.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I miss these days.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And like I've mentioned in the posts b4 this, work is really getting on us. I took leave yesterday and today to be with him and Izzy and hopefully bring Bana along to.. Tot tat it would be a nice surprise.. Oh well, by the time I got home from work and call him ( 11.30 pm), he was asleep and couldnt take leave.. And as for Izzy, I didnt want to wake her up in the middle of the night so called her in the morning.. too bad.. she already got other plans...But I hope she'll be free tomoro.. No wait, I'm working tomoro, so ? Oh migod!!&lt;br /&gt;  Today, I need to pass Ain my old textbooks, go to the bank to return B's money that Yan borrowed coz he hasnt got his pay yet. Then proceed to Daiso to purchase another pair of christmas socks and then to Bugis to buy Christmas Deco for the restaurant.. It aint funlah unless my manager ( who is 17 btw ) easen up on his words.. Everytime he's busy, he spouts nonsense..  I hate that.. And not forgetting that I should bring the lights ( lampu laplip ) plus all those Deco this afternoon to the restaurant and get things done!!&lt;br /&gt;  Will I get extra pay for all this????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And yah, who says anything about having looooong holidays after the O's? After 2nd January, I'll be stuck in 3 months JC. It doesnt seem attractive after all...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And to this certain somebody ( a she ), didnt anyone tells u that it doesnt pay to be ARROGANT? I dun know what's on your mind Miss; you may think that you're better than anyone else.. But do you think that with that kind of attitude,ur friends will stay? Whatever... ( If you feel the pinch, it's probably you...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113513998017347360?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113513998017347360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113513998017347360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113513998017347360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113513998017347360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/workworkwork.html' title='-- Work,work,work --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113505158818110579</id><published>2005-12-19T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:11:16.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Infected --</title><content type='html'>I've been infected!! ( yah, like what? 5 days ago?? haha...) Took me a while to think of the weird things. Some of the weird things can't be written here coz its embarassing!! So here goes...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;5 weird things about me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1) I miss my bantal busuk.I still regret not preventing mom from throwing it     away.&lt;br /&gt;    2) I'm big sized but I'm a pengecut. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;    3) I love monkeys. And orangutan.(Should Anita's child Atina have another child, it should be named Aini.)&lt;br /&gt;    4) I think my boyfriend smells like my bantal busuk.&lt;br /&gt;    5) I actually like his armpit smell. Oh mi god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rules of the game is that you are supposed to write 5 weird things about yourself. Okay , I wanna INFECT.... errrmmm... ok! Kak Wana, Asilah, Farah and Xin Huan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113505158818110579?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113505158818110579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113505158818110579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113505158818110579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113505158818110579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/infected.html' title='-- Infected --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113472857436649162</id><published>2005-12-16T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:24:34.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Friday --</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/DSCF0335.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I miss B. I miss the old times we had together. Not that we're not happy. Just that, work is getting on to us. By the time he finishes work at 5p.m, its time for me to get ready for work (6p.m). Moreover, he will be busy during Christmas and I'll be working long hours to cover up for those taking a leave during the holiday season. Haiz... I just hope to see more of him before school starts.. Oh, anyway, Ive got good news - I've been accepted into Innova Jc Science Course!! I'm happy, no, elated. Very elated!&lt;br /&gt;  And just yesterday Ive received a letter from CDC or issit CDAC? I've been awarded the 'Good Progress Award' !! I'm surprisedlah... And I think Ben and Lewis got em too coz they have shown much more improvement.. If so,Congrats to u guys!&lt;br /&gt;  And Farhana, we'll be seeing more of each other in Innova Jc... hehe.. remember ur promise nak  pegi skolah ngan aku the first day okie??&lt;br /&gt;  And ( beraper byk 'and' dah) Im waiting for a new friend to tag me.. Julia Hana lookalike.. Hey, if you are reading this, I want to let you know that I've been a loyal reader to your blog... hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;  Till then, see you guys.. Byebye... And Azie, I will need to think of the 5 weird things first k? Coz kak aini byk sangat bende weird... muakaka... kalau taruk 10 instead of 5 boleh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113472857436649162?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113472857436649162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113472857436649162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113472857436649162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113472857436649162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday.html' title='-- Friday --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113454732842180505</id><published>2005-12-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:54:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Back from Penang --</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back in Singapore! It's good to be home! My trip to Malaysia was OKEY-LAH.. Not that bad.. yet not that good either.. But it's better than nothing right? And yes, the shopping was the best event throughout.. But come to think of it shopping IS the best thing in the world..! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;  Allow me to account to you some of the places i went to. Firstly, I embark on this holiday with both my parents and Farhadiah. Both my sisters couldnt make it coz of their busy schedule,and Farhadiah havent gone on a hoiday for a long time, that's why I persuaded her to come along..And her mom said yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;  First of all, we met the tour guide and our bus at lot 1. When the bus came, there were already a few families who had earlier been picked up from Eunos. We were introduced to them and then allowed to choose the leftover seats. So we chose the backmost seats. Y? Coz if we dozed off in the most disgusting or hilarious style, no one would notice..&lt;br /&gt;  We were told that the trip would take approximately 10 hours but we need not worry coz the bus driver would let us drop off at a few pitstops along the way.. After about 3 or 4 stops to eat, stretch, poo and perform Subuh prayer, we finally reached Pulau Pinang. So here we were, 8 oclock in e morning in Pulau Pinang.. Well of course the first thing to do would be to check in into a hotel.. But the tour guide said that it would be useless since no hotel would give us a room before 12 afternoon. So we proceeded to Bukit Bendera or Penang Hill.&lt;br /&gt;  The peak of this colossal mountain stands at about 830 metres above the sea level and there are two ways to get to the peak - by the monorail or by steep roads.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/penangbukitbendera.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's the monorail we took. This photo makes the rail looks like as if its horizontal.. Actually its not! Its almost vertical.. Abt 60-65 degrees along horizontal line... Along the way, we saw houses.. I wonder what makes the residents wants to stay there.. Isnt it troublesome to get up and go down? On the other hand maybe I should live there.. Besides the problem of going up and down, it will also shun me away from the restaurants below.. Then I can slim down faster.. &lt;br /&gt; At the top, fuyoo! The view was breathtakinglah.. I will post up the photos from the cameras later coz the camera is with my dad rite now... At the top, there were stalls selling food and souvenirs. And we tried the famous Laksa Penang.. Look at the difference between our Laksa and theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/laksa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; This is ours&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/shani_aidan/PenangAssamLaksa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is Penang Laksa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well the difference is that our Laksa contains coconut(santan) and their doesnt. If ur wondering what Laksa Penang taste like.. Well, it taste sour, spicy and their noodles are much thicker. But frankly speaking there's nothing special about it that would make me justify the Laksa to be best Laksa. I think Singapore Laksa is wayyyy much better..&lt;br /&gt;  After eating, we waited for another monorail to take us down.. From what I remember, the tour guide told us that the Penang Hill was actually the place whereby the General of the British Colony built a house at the peak as a place for him and his family to relax during the weekends. Now, the house is guarded by security guards and I dunno what happened after Penang was free from colonisation.&lt;br /&gt;  Time to check in! I was excited. I couldnt wait to have a dip in the luxurious swimming pool of the 5 star Grand Continental Hotel. Oh! And the room; it must be very big and comfortable too! But wait! It was not to be! Coz we arent staying at the 5 star &lt;u&gt;Grand Continental Hotel&lt;/u&gt; but actually a no star &lt;u&gt;Continental Hotel&lt;/u&gt; without the 'Grand'.. Dammit, I must have misheard.. But oklah, this hotel is still nice and comfortable.. cept that, the swimming pool closes at 7! Oh shyte!&lt;br /&gt;  Next in the itinerary, we were told to assemble at the lobby and proceed to Pasar Gurney for shopping and to try out the famous Nasi Kandar and also to visit the Snake temple. But my family and Farhadiah chose not to go coz we wanted to have our own adventure! &lt;br /&gt;  So at night, while the rest went to Pasar Gurney, me and my parents together with Farhadiah went on our own little tour. We ate Kerabu Ayam and Kerabu Sotong, Nasi Kandar, Burger Ramli and bought some souvenirs. We sure had fun! Then me and Yan(Farhadiah) bought some boiled corns, drinks and snacks back to eat in our room.On the way up to our room, we coincides with the rest of them. The just got down from the bus and said that Pasar Gurney wasn't there anymore and they didnt get to try the famous Nasi Kandar.. Luckily my parents are the adventurous sort.. Or not, we would have followed them too..&lt;br /&gt;  The next day some of us went to Pulau Orang Utan while the others went to the water theme park. We took a boat from mainland Bukit Merah to this Island. There, we spotted a few Orang Utans. They has their own names! Some of the names I remembered was Mike, Tipah and (my makcik name) Nafsiah! hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;  Then we went back to mainland and took a chairlift to see the view of the theme park. Then after that, Shopping!!!! SOme of the souvenirs were the usual things we saw at Singapore but the bags, ohmigod!!! Those bags were uniqe.. I bought one sling made of rattan and a uniqe notebook for B.&lt;br /&gt;  Oklah... I will continue ok? I think this post is long enough and i might bore you to death... I wanna go out!! See you guys later ok aligator??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113454732842180505?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113454732842180505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113454732842180505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113454732842180505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113454732842180505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-penang.html' title='-- Back from Penang --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113384596849085761</id><published>2005-12-05T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:17:41.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Understanding People --</title><content type='html'>I've spent enough time gathering information on reading people. Psychology may not be something i would want to major in , but its rather essential. It could sometimes help me to see who are my friends and who are my fiends. So after having much thought, I've decided to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've known a friend A since primary school. She was fun, jovial and always cracking jokes. She was there with me a whole group of us to make fun of people, creating new games (we were primary school students then), playing pranks on each other and laughing our ass of until our stomach aches. She seems like the person whose born to make you happy. That is, until you become her close friend. During holidays when all her friends were at home or on holidays, she became so quiet. I found out from her mom ( my distant aunt) that the only things she ever does at home is listen to radio, watch tv and sleeps. Well, all this seems normal. I never thought of it as anything wrong anyway. But she never wanted to venture out from her cosy room and tear away her normal routine. Going to town on a weekend is alien to her. We actually had to beg her to go out with us. And after much persuasion and blackmailing, she would - on the account that one of us fetch her from her house. ( which would be me since i live nearest and im her closest friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So we celebrated A's first trip to town with us and hope that there would be more similar trips with her. True enough, she began to slowly love the idea of going out. We went window shopping, 'jalan raya' and found our first jobs as wedding waitress together. During the last hoiday we were still close, our group of friends organised a number of gatherings. So we were out almost everyday. They seem happy at the idea of A being away from her cosy room and out having clean fun with them. But what they does not know is that everyday when we go out, I was the one who has to fetch her. And if I dun , she would sulk all day long. So what's actually is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Low self esteem. She doesnt like to be alone. She wants me there. To tell her that those people who were staring at her were actually staring at something behind her. To assure her that her clothes look okay. To assure her that she would not be alone walking in public. But what about me? Im not her social escort for god's sake. I've decided that I've had enough. Where would this get to? Do I have to come out earlier to fetch her and send her home? Every time we go out? I told her that if she was to pay a dollar everytime I stands in front of her lift, I would have been a millionaire by now. She didn't take my hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know how she's doing right now eversince the last phone call we had. I'm tired of being someone else's social escort for free. I don't own her anything. I wanted to ask her straight abt having low self esteem. I dun wish to mock her,I want to help her; I've been in that situation before but I learnt it the hard way. But I didn't ask her because I did not want to make her unhappy. So I left her alone. Maybe she will start realising that she doesn't need me to have fun and to actually realise how beautiful she is without having anyone to convince her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On my next post I'll be talking bout someone else who has just recently came into my life.. This girl, whose a year younger than me is a jumpy person. But why does she causes so many troubles? To find out about this classmate of mine, read my next post okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113384596849085761?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113384596849085761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113384596849085761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113384596849085761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113384596849085761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/understanding-people.html' title='-- Understanding People --'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17003229.post-113377281248626112</id><published>2005-12-05T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:35:38.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>--Reflection--</title><content type='html'>My blog is not completed yet.. coz e fonts in my blogger screen suddenly decides to irritate me and turn itself in to indecipherable language. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So reflection of this month (missed a lot of days unblogging so beware.. long post)&lt;br /&gt;I went for many job interviews and finally got two jobs. plus being a tutor.. (ohmigod, where am i ever gonna find time)and I think i am the rite person to give u guys out there this (useful) advice. Going for job interviews with friends is an absolute no-no. never. no. nada. I mean especially if she is undecided of whether she really wants to work or use this holiday up to laze at home. Trust me, its frustrating. If a plan ever crops up in ur head and someone else budges in, dun ever let e person change ur plans. Do it ur way so u wun regret. Sometimes being selfless can  mean self destructing. And how did I got those jobs? I went for interview myself of course! Well except for the one at orchard. I went with Farhadiah. But she was as sure of getting a job as me and she is streetsmart ( didnt nid to depent on other ppl). so tats a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then Graduation. Well what can I say.. im truly elated even at the thought of not having to step in my alma mater again.. Kranji-&gt; bad experience, childish kids ,bitchy netballers and racist teacher. On the other hand, there were also other ppl who have made my experience worthwhile. Dedicated teachers - Ms Karen Wong, Ms Amy Yap, Ms Annabel Tay, Mr Roland Tan. Best Friends/partners in crime -&gt; Nurul Ain, Dalilah Yip, Josephine Ng, Izziana  Ppl I never regret knowing -&gt; Angeline, Cheryl, Qiu Ting, Hui Feng, Iriyani, Humairah, Azi Ani, Azli Yani, Hong Yi, Joanne.. The ppl I missed -&gt; Izziana, Jannah, Shariena, Syafiqa, Diniy... Enemies I made -&gt; ok lets not get to this point ok... but whoever my nemesis are, i still hope u die in a car crash anyway... haha... eh as if.. death dun lies in my hands ok.. but still! ( i mean, wouldnt u cheer to see ur bitchy nemesis to be slapped by her own doings?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then my wonderful principal.. Mdm Maureen Lee and Vice principal Mdm Goh. They are really wonderful ppl.. They treat students like their friends and they gain our respect.. They are the best.. a lot better than Mrs Clark actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay now that secondary school life is over, this is a good time to start anew. As in, meeting new friends, new hobbies, new goal, new approach. But that would be later on. Much later on.. As for now, I would like to sit back relax and enjoy this movie marathon.. So, cya around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17003229-113377281248626112?l=felicitously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/feeds/113377281248626112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17003229&amp;postID=113377281248626112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113377281248626112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17003229/posts/default/113377281248626112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felicitously.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflection.html' title='--Reflection--'/><author><name>adan_aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15242191274846341716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
