<?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-13780100</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:15:36.185+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='happenings'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='songs'/><category term='rambles'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='emo'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='rants'/><category term='earworm'/><category term='rambles quizzes'/><category term='school stuffs'/><category term='school events'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>elevator love letter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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>401</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-6884528848931051406</id><published>2009-10-06T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:47:11.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swan song!</title><content type='html'>innocent-face.bs is no more. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.innocentface.wordpress.com/" onmouseover="window.status='             ZXY! ';return true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;innocentface.WORDPRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; instead (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6884528848931051406?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6884528848931051406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6884528848931051406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6884528848931051406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6884528848931051406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/10/swan-song.html' title='swan song!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2816870370020461722</id><published>2009-10-05T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:48:43.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>Hullo. To be honest, I'm getting sick of this blogskin. I feel so uninspired by just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I conclude that I need a new skin.. or perhaps my life is getting too dull and routined (but I like routines! (well sometimes)). But either way, I think imma get a new skin. Change is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even toying with the idea of shifting to another blogging provider/site. Wordpress or LJ? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm rambling. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2816870370020461722?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2816870370020461722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2816870370020461722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2816870370020461722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2816870370020461722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/10/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-319689909454699038</id><published>2009-09-26T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:31:36.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts;</title><content type='html'>Hello. This week has been a mixture of everything positive and negative. Its funny how something small can spark off a reaction that can have such a big impact on a particular situation. I mean, these kind of things shouldn't really surprise me cus I've seen too many of such instances happen right before my very eyes. Haha oh well. I shall remain optimistic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCP Camp was great though. Words can't describe how awesome it was. So yeah. I shall leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh I still need to plan Jalan Raya and pack for Cameron Highland trip. Okay this entry is so disorganised.. Oh oh oh! I think I gained a whole lot of weight (or mass or whatever appropriate Physics term for it) in the first week of Raya! Besttt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-319689909454699038?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/319689909454699038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=319689909454699038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/319689909454699038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/319689909454699038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2553394530710414313</id><published>2009-09-18T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:40:39.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SrOMAnNmJhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HVsdt8045YE/s1600-h/zamzam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SrOMAnNmJhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HVsdt8045YE/s400/zamzam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382799921791772178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SrOMAEPoYYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-_REuBcpkRs/s1600-h/tjraya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SrOMAEPoYYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-_REuBcpkRs/s400/tjraya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382799912405066114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SrOL_-RETwI/AAAAAAAAAqY/N86h9MOSIpw/s1600-h/436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SrOL_-RETwI/AAAAAAAAAqY/N86h9MOSIpw/s400/436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382799910800477954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(why are the pictures so pixelated tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people in my life I dearly miss. I know most of you are probably mugging your asses off for the big A's but remember to stop and have a breather once in a while! Good luck (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya is only a few hours away and hopefully Syawal will be as awesome as Ramadhan was. Busybusy weeks ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2553394530710414313?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2553394530710414313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2553394530710414313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2553394530710414313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2553394530710414313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SrOMAnNmJhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HVsdt8045YE/s72-c/zamzam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-6273662299279909179</id><published>2009-09-17T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:28:55.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I want to write something here, I get distracted. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6273662299279909179?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6273662299279909179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6273662299279909179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6273662299279909179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6273662299279909179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/09/everytime-i-want-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1101513522326735932</id><published>2009-09-07T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:16:50.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leighton meeeeeester (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ON7zCLX1Mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ON7zCLX1Mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS. SONG. IS. STUCK. IN. MY. HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that it is largely due to Leighton Meester singing/being in the video. Ahh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1101513522326735932?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1101513522326735932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1101513522326735932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1101513522326735932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1101513522326735932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/09/leighton-meeeeeester.html' title='leighton meeeeeester (:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7386131051009995296</id><published>2009-09-04T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:24:41.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ramadhan 'theory'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SqCuvpIE7BI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2UuUb5QIYi8/s1600-h/buka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SqCuvpIE7BI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2UuUb5QIYi8/s400/buka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377490088597187602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are half-way through Ramadhan and I must say I kinda like this year's fasting month more than its predecessors. Save for the fact that I may be losing weight though. During the fasting month, one either gains weight (which is pretty incomprehensible for me) or loses weight. And unfortunately I experience the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a theory for this. For me, I don't eat breakfast on normal days. I compensate for all the food I missed in the morning during lunch. Lunch is usually veryvery heavy. Then when it comes for dinner, I don't eat much either. So in conclusion during the fasting month lunch is taken off my daily schedule and Since my body is accustomed to eating the minimum for breakfast And dinner, I would not be able to eat as much as I should. :D :D It makes absolute sense heh.&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/13780100-7386131051009995296?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7386131051009995296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7386131051009995296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7386131051009995296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7386131051009995296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan-theory.html' title='the ramadhan &apos;theory&apos;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SqCuvpIE7BI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2UuUb5QIYi8/s72-c/buka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-6584530064974077327</id><published>2009-08-29T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:46:15.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Hello. Just logged in to tell you that I'm still well and alive. I've been staring at the screen for over 30 minutes and nothing came to my mind. Hence and therefore I shall blog another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6584530064974077327?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6584530064974077327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6584530064974077327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6584530064974077327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6584530064974077327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-6935847245058763164</id><published>2009-07-23T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:06:28.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a true blue epiphany.</title><content type='html'>You know you have reached the point of absolute indifference when you actually have the audacity to take out the trash, walk along the common corridor and back to your flat wearing only a pair of boxers, an oversized shirt and looking like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I was in the shower a few minutes ago and I swear I had somekind of epiphany. Yeah. I'm still figuring out how it came to me but it made me realise that I'm not doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;. Not doing enough in everything actually.. Hur. Showers have these strange, weird therapeutic effects on me so maybe all this epiphany crap is just a figment of my imagination. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know is that for the next month or so, I'm going to be an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ultimate mugger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Must get As. Must get As. Must get As. So this means Imma go on a hiatus and hide in my mugging cave. Till then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that SJI's Open House is cancelled.. Okay God, I think you've shown me enough instances where You absolutely govern how things are supposed to be and how no matter what we plan, You decide the end of it. I'll taubat from now on okay? Part of my 'epiphany' was to be more alim anyway. This just proves that my epiphany was REALLL. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6935847245058763164?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6935847245058763164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6935847245058763164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6935847245058763164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6935847245058763164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-blue-epiphany.html' title='a true blue epiphany.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-9202701380023177895</id><published>2009-07-17T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:27:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new found appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sl_6xPI5yyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/VWAZxV1uOQ4/s1600-h/toffeenut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sl_6xPI5yyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/VWAZxV1uOQ4/s400/toffeenut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359277805378587426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toffee Nut Latte (: Favourite Xmas season drink ttm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Glutton for Punishment now on Discovery Travel&amp;Living and I think I have new found respect and appreciation for the baristas. It takes ALOT to prepare your latte yo. Not easy at all.. Now I feel like drinking some Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you know? I received LOA cus Jiajia contracted H1N1. Hahaha. It was funny how we got to know about the LOA and of course the commotion we made at Blk 1 office was simply too hilarious. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. &amp; I bought a new laptop too. Life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-9202701380023177895?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/9202701380023177895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=9202701380023177895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/9202701380023177895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/9202701380023177895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-found-appreciation.html' title='new found appreciation'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sl_6xPI5yyI/AAAAAAAAAqI/VWAZxV1uOQ4/s72-c/toffeenut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-217706703544600776</id><published>2009-07-08T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:12:48.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering MJ;</title><content type='html'>School has been draining and there are still many weeks to go. Don't get me wrong because I enjoy school and all but this term is strangely taking a toll on my mental well-being. Sigh. &amp;amp; seeing so much turmoil around the world is not helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Hariz/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SlZIXT5NCOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AnjkQE2-0gY/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SlZIXT5NCOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AnjkQE2-0gY/s400/MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356548372118178018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten over his sudden tragic death but now that he has been buried, I am beginning to feel much better about the whole thing. Or maybe I'm just being delusional. I don't know. Its quite weird cus,as noted by several people,I never really mentioned much about MJ and how much I just adore him and his music. Well, truth is I have always been a fan and forever will be. I watch his MV during my meals! Sigh. God knows, how many times I've teared over this whole affair. In fact, I don't think I've been this sad for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tabloids should really just stop bothering the man already. Its getting annoying. So what if MJ wasn't the biological father? What's more important is that he loved them as much as any biological father would (or even more). Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/je1KOcBYGjM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/je1KOcBYGjM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING. AWESOME. If only that can happen in Singapore.. I don't know. Maybe at Vivo or something. Haha. &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/13780100-217706703544600776?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/217706703544600776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=217706703544600776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/217706703544600776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/217706703544600776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering-mj.html' title='remembering MJ;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SlZIXT5NCOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AnjkQE2-0gY/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-6373517087720638784</id><published>2009-06-29T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:33:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling rather restless tonight. Not sure why though. It might be caused by a combination of many small, insignificant things that I shouldn't even be thinking about. Nyeh. Or maybe I'm just tired and need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I'm still mourning over Michael Jackson's death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6373517087720638784?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6373517087720638784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6373517087720638784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6373517087720638784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6373517087720638784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/06/restless.html' title='restless.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-3218252330906929839</id><published>2009-06-18T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:33:03.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'So, your son (referring to me) Sec what? Sec one?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG manzxzx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3218252330906929839?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3218252330906929839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3218252330906929839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3218252330906929839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3218252330906929839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-again.html' title='not again.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1896727720209068527</id><published>2009-06-15T11:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:12:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures and a  wee bit of narration</title><content type='html'>Okay, as promised, I shall do a picture post today. Thus proving I'm not lazy heh. So be prepared for a barrage of pictures ( and a wee bit of narration (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Visit to the Zoo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcij7I3oUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ilVSC6COChg/s1600-h/P5301372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcij7I3oUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ilVSC6COChg/s400/P5301372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347781083091411266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcijd-BADI/AAAAAAAAAog/MYDdLIWdOls/s1600-h/P5301380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcijd-BADI/AAAAAAAAAog/MYDdLIWdOls/s400/P5301380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347781075261259826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcijZjuTSI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vT_z-8koVR4/s1600-h/P5301414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcijZjuTSI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vT_z-8koVR4/s400/P5301414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347781074077240610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcijAdHy0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mMIiu74fPyE/s1600-h/P5301421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcijAdHy0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mMIiu74fPyE/s400/P5301421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347781067338664770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcii7uxxZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/cCDNRCwhZj4/s1600-h/P5301425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcii7uxxZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/cCDNRCwhZj4/s400/P5301425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347781066070541714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjcnI8gMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/skSQBk5E4n0/s1600-h/P5301440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjcnI8gMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/skSQBk5E4n0/s400/P5301440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782056975564994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eleh. Shy konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjcaQNc9I/AAAAAAAAApI/LPJuZFqHniM/s1600-h/P5301446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjcaQNc9I/AAAAAAAAApI/LPJuZFqHniM/s400/P5301446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782053516374994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cus we tough, yo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjcKSuHHI/AAAAAAAAApA/XiSyZDYdbYA/s1600-h/P5301450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjcKSuHHI/AAAAAAAAApA/XiSyZDYdbYA/s400/P5301450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782049231936626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artistic Shot #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcjb1sANrI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3ShN2hJbZKA/s1600-h/P5301455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcjb1sANrI/AAAAAAAAAo4/3ShN2hJbZKA/s400/P5301455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782043700836018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artistic Shot # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjbtROvrI/AAAAAAAAAow/tKL_lZMAh-o/s1600-h/P5301474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcjbtROvrI/AAAAAAAAAow/tKL_lZMAh-o/s400/P5301474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782041441058482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcox8G60QI/AAAAAAAAAp4/QnyzTw-VsZc/s1600-h/P5301485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcox8G60QI/AAAAAAAAAp4/QnyzTw-VsZc/s400/P5301485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347787920939602178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcoxhM5mqI/AAAAAAAAApw/FT4ksKTEDK0/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcoxhM5mqI/AAAAAAAAApw/FT4ksKTEDK0/s400/monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347787913716931234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUTE RIGHT! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcoxbW8-7I/AAAAAAAAApo/Ct6RNWEj_dE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcoxbW8-7I/AAAAAAAAApo/Ct6RNWEj_dE/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347787912148482994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHHH. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3rd of June a.k.a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operation Surprise Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which wasn't that successful but nonetheless, we had fun. Right, right? What started out as a simple plan turned out to be complicated ttm. I left school for East Coast Park at around 3 cus East Coast is like, on the opposite side of the world and we were supposed to meet at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Ami and I were the only souls there while the CJ folks were at Parkway Parade waiting for Hisyam&amp;amp;co. Ami and I had time to do FB quizzes so yeah, they took a long time. Haha. After everyone came, the plan was finally put into action! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the plan was to surprise him at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first breakwater on the left&lt;/span&gt; of Macs with the cake while Janani distracts him and stuff. What transpired in the next 30 minutes or so was just hilarious and it made the surprise more memorable.. in a way. As we approached the breakwater, we were so ready to surprise Kesaven with our cake. We spot two couples on the two ends of the breakwater and we comfortably pick the one on the right cus the guy was wearing and Kesaven likes to wear white.. [?] I know, warped logic but entirely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bunch of us were about to sing 'Happy Birthday' when someone said 'eh eh eh! that's not them!'. We decided to play it cool and decided that it was the other couple on the other side but it wasn't them either which left us thinking, 'Where in the world are they!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce called Janani and apparently they were on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/span&gt; breakwater on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came up with a plan to meet Kesaven and Janani at the Soccer Cage area because it was somewhat of a mid point between the two breakwaters. We walked quite briskly ah. Well you know, to make up for lost time. We were happily walking when Joyce told everyone to turn back. The birthday boy was 4 metres in front of us. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Blunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really recover after that cus we knew that the surprise is ruined. So we just haphazardly surprise him from behind. Yes yes, to the extent of hiding behind trees. Kesaven then told us that he actually knew about the surprise because Megan texted him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that makes three epic fails. Hahhaahah. But it was fun, no? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures here cus everyone was busy thinking of ways to recover from Epic Fails and we were just too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5th June a.k.a Taufiq's Advance Surprise Birthday Party!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive, massive success! :D It started out when Farah asked me whether to throw a surprise thingum for Taufiq's birthday. Since I was brimming with surprise ideas, I couldn't reject the temptation to plan for another party right? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested Esplanade rooftop which Farah deemed to be too romantic but of course she knows deep down that it was a good suggestion la. Lol. Farah, Izyan, Mardiana, Syaz and I met up first to properly discuss the plan. Then a potential screw up happened when we were going down the City Hall escalator. Taufiq was already there, terpampang. I really thought it was going to be a repeat of Casey's surprise but alas Taufiq was clueless the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awkward recovery from the glitch but we pulled it off smoothly. What, with our excellent bedek skills? Getting CJ drama tickets from a friend? (which I was attending later in the evening) Damn merepek I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while they were camwhoring at the rooftop, I was running around Marina Square searching for &lt;s&gt;cheap&lt;/s&gt; economical cakes/brownies. Hahah now I shall let pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXYtVt2BbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/X9TM0Q9mjqA/s1600-h/fiqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXYtVt2BbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/X9TM0Q9mjqA/s400/fiqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347418406007473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA. Most 'Pakcik' speech ever, but then again we are not surprised (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXYtmdmQKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jZ07StBGlVM/s1600-h/fiqme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXYtmdmQKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jZ07StBGlVM/s400/fiqme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347418410502733986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZlJWMg0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/i4aR1k5QlqA/s1600-h/fiqme2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZlJWMg0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/i4aR1k5QlqA/s400/fiqme2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347419364759733058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brotherly love manzxzx. Haha the result of 10 (?) years of friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZlATsYYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/RghYN0pg0PU/s1600-h/bla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZlATsYYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/RghYN0pg0PU/s400/bla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347419362333319554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hell, I was tired ttm! Running around with a hockey stick is not what you want to do in a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZk4MsaoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_8rX488xc7E/s1600-h/farah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZk4MsaoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_8rX488xc7E/s400/farah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347419360156478082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BFF #1 a.k.a Master Planner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZk3b7V7I/AAAAAAAAAlw/QWjLKqPziFQ/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZk3b7V7I/AAAAAAAAAlw/QWjLKqPziFQ/s400/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347419359951935410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZkgpwqWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ff6MER7Ncyg/s1600-h/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXZkgpwqWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ff6MER7Ncyg/s400/group2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347419353835940194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ones who made my life in TJ so much more bearable (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJ_PqOtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/IK9CF5NM4W0/s1600-h/group3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJ_PqOtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/IK9CF5NM4W0/s400/group3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421097214753490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJg_EStI/AAAAAAAAAmo/fpn2OSUn-3I/s1600-h/merepekz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJg_EStI/AAAAAAAAAmo/fpn2OSUn-3I/s400/merepekz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421089092094674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJWTRFSI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vAE4bmuQPzE/s1600-h/nadhvijayme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJWTRFSI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vAE4bmuQPzE/s400/nadhvijayme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421086224028962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VIJAY! At long last. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJXZ6ETI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5FVKzkuorpk/s1600-h/nadhdinie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJXZ6ETI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5FVKzkuorpk/s400/nadhdinie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421086520316210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJM08KjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mHWvtOfaIxg/s1600-h/pizzahut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXbJM08KjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mHWvtOfaIxg/s400/pizzahut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421083680909874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside Pizzahut. Our third consecutive time here as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVw0kMbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/PsaFSLLj9mM/s1600-h/fierces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVw0kMbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/PsaFSLLj9mM/s400/fierces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347424598036328882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fiercees! Hahaha I think Izyan wins hands down laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVm_Rg1I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QejaGUXOUPo/s1600-h/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVm_Rg1I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QejaGUXOUPo/s400/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347424595396887378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One half of the table (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVmoTr9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2_2O0t6ZLpc/s1600-h/otherhalf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVmoTr9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2_2O0t6ZLpc/s400/otherhalf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347424595300560850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other half of another half of the table :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVRbFVbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ftBw1HbcWuw/s1600-h/mardi%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVRbFVbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ftBw1HbcWuw/s400/mardi%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347424589607949746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mardiana! We know we cool yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVSPOm2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_zDMsSgarpI/s1600-h/izyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXeVSPOm2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_zDMsSgarpI/s400/izyan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347424589826661218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"the bigger the better!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTsgq-CI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2LiEIaF8NrI/s1600-h/nadh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTsgq-CI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2LiEIaF8NrI/s400/nadh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425662031034402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Nadh likes 'em dark heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTjwsKfI/AAAAAAAAAn4/d2w9b870E1E/s1600-h/actcute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTjwsKfI/AAAAAAAAAn4/d2w9b870E1E/s400/actcute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425659682302450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha. I wanted to see how 'acting' cute translates through the lens of a camera thus the face (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTQzvm5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Tz2LyX8RABc/s1600-h/diniee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTQzvm5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Tz2LyX8RABc/s400/diniee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425654594837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DINIEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTHvo9nI/AAAAAAAAAno/TRpRjtUCnzY/s1600-h/izyan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTHvo9nI/AAAAAAAAAno/TRpRjtUCnzY/s400/izyan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425652161705586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IZYANZXZ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTBRPw3I/AAAAAAAAAng/v6JNoT_LKf8/s1600-h/escalator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjXfTBRPw3I/AAAAAAAAAng/v6JNoT_LKf8/s400/escalator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347425650423612274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took different trains because they were heading to the East for Manifestasi whereas I'm to Toa Payoh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;14th June, Kesaven's Official Birthday Party&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcoxdAd5cI/AAAAAAAAApg/TKyvnz_zIGI/s1600-h/P6141510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SjcoxdAd5cI/AAAAAAAAApg/TKyvnz_zIGI/s400/P6141510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347787912591041986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was yesterday (: I had fun albeit the location being situated beside Old Changi Hospital. Caught up with old and new friends. It was awesome. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall end the blog post here. I'm tired. I need to start on my workout manzxzxz. School has made me fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1896727720209068527?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1896727720209068527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1896727720209068527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1896727720209068527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1896727720209068527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-and-wee-bit-of-narration.html' title='pictures and a  wee bit of narration'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/Sjcij7I3oUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ilVSC6COChg/s72-c/P5301372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-2118813913465849264</id><published>2009-06-13T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:54:08.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of chemistry, girlfriends &amp; celest (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"EH you know what. I think Miley Cyrus is hotter than Hannah Montana even though they are the same person :D&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went Town yesterday after 87971263762 years. After SJI, I swear my visits to 'my playground' have become less and less frequent. I blame the distance of my schools. Haha. Anyway after the aforementioned number of years, I also finally watched a movie. I know, right. What boring life I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class decided to watch Ghost of Girlfriends Past. I don't think it was a chick flick. Haha. I call it a 'feel-good' movie cus it just fills you up with positivity and makes you less cynical of the world for at least 1 hour after watching it. I mean, yeah so does Hannah Montana but that's not the point. The script was witty and the acting was adequate. All in all, I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company was great too. With Valentia constantly making comments throughout the movie, Terrell's incessant teasing of Nadiana and the likes. It was time well spent (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then after the movie, I met up with my 436 buddies :D :D :D I was especially stoked cus I haven't met them in, again, the aforementioned number of years. Even though it was short and the planning was done haphazardly (what's new?), it was really nice seeing them again. The actual plan was actually to go shopping and dinner but we hardly did any shopping. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hazm: So Iqbal, make some suggestions on where to eat?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;YongQuan: -excited face- OOOOH. Celest! HAHA. Wahh one is Nana, one is Celest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: HAHAHA. Wha-?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hazm: -clearly annoyed and amused at the same time- What Celest? SUGGEST LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;YongQuan: HAHAHA! Oh I thought I heard Celest heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahhh. I miss having my schauzer/chihuahua as my table mate. 6 hours plus non-stop entertainment I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has really been beyond awesome. I haven't had this feeling since.. a long time. Genuine happiness. I'm so glad and thankful to God for granting me all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will up Monday. Lots and lots of overdue pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2118813913465849264?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2118813913465849264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2118813913465849264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2118813913465849264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2118813913465849264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-chemistry-girlfriends-celest.html' title='of chemistry, girlfriends &amp; celest (:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-3355277224482763450</id><published>2009-06-07T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:16:41.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hail, hail alma mater! (:</title><content type='html'>So many good things happened during the past two weeks and I'm really glad that they did. Life has been more than bearable. I'll do a proper update once exams are over but till now, I shall leave you with a Facebook quiz result! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the Old Boy. You still love SJI , don't you? It's understandable after all that SJI has given to you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You love to sing the school rally whenever you see something even scantily SJI-ish&lt;/span&gt;. You have to vist the school at least twice each year, and you keep in close contact with you friends. Moreoever, you've amazingly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infused the lessons of the school into your life&lt;/span&gt; and have become the hot topic of whichever JC/ Poly you're at, being the man of the school. Good Job Cool Joe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I think the result is eerily accurate. Its like as if, &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; is really the cookie cutter product of the Josephian education. Lol ohwell or maybe its just me heh. I miss SJI and my 436. I'm still abit sore over not being able to join them for their Sushi Buffet lunch thingum ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for CTs everyone (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3355277224482763450?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3355277224482763450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3355277224482763450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3355277224482763450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3355277224482763450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/06/hail-hail-alma-mater.html' title='hail, hail alma mater! (:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-3324771387705753652</id><published>2009-06-01T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:52:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress siolzxzx</title><content type='html'>ZOMG! So many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapz. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, school has been good. Though it still doesn't take away the fact that I need to do so many things in a such a short period of time.. Nyeh I wish I can split myself up or do binary fission or something. Ahhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3324771387705753652?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3324771387705753652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3324771387705753652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3324771387705753652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3324771387705753652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress-siolzxzx.html' title='stress siolzxzx'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-3833856313445236024</id><published>2009-05-27T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:27:03.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>So sorry for the lack of interesting entries. Life.. has been really uninspiring and uneventful - to think that around this time last year, my life was so darn exciting and kecoh ttm. Haha. Humans are sure hard to please. I need to be more thankful of the things I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to studehhh peoplez! 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3833856313445236024?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3833856313445236024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3833856313445236024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3833856313445236024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3833856313445236024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1894066319734021666</id><published>2009-05-24T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:40:33.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow.</title><content type='html'>The week has been good so far. I wish I can squeeze in some time to study though. Friday was the best day albeit the night before was the worst I've experienced this year. Technology can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen won! Wooohooo. Honestly, I don't really mind either winning. Both were excellent and I'm big fans of both. Hope to hear their songs in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; soon. Well if I decide to charge her that is hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its horrible that people keep dissing Kris for his win. Seriously. His rendition of 'Heartless' and 'Ain't No Sunshine' were superb. Not saying Adam didn't do a good job, he did. Besides, I bet we'll hear from Adam soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1894066319734021666?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1894066319734021666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1894066319734021666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1894066319734021666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1894066319734021666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/05/meow.html' title='meow.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-5139796398528891176</id><published>2009-05-19T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:43:18.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minute of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today marks the departure of a great man. Though I never got to know him personally, I'm pretty sure he was a man of great character and principles. Its a real pity, but he is in a better place now. Much much better. Rest in peace, great grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5139796398528891176?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5139796398528891176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5139796398528891176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5139796398528891176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5139796398528891176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/05/minute-of-silence.html' title='minute of silence'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2318768426193007744</id><published>2009-05-18T07:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:33:04.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tttttime is running out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaCCkfjPm0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaCCkfjPm0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DOOOOR! Love that part. Oh and this is part three so for those who did not watch part 1 and part 2, you can.. just go to youtube and find it yourself muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have so many things to do and so little time. Camp over the weekend didn't make it any better but I'm so glad I went for it cus it was so much fun. Feeling rather shagged now but whatever. Nothing Red Bull can't solve! Adieu people and have a great week ahead (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh. I feel like a loser and no one knows the reason why but me. Suckssss. Sorry la. It is just this defence mechanism I have. No hard feelings friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2318768426193007744?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2318768426193007744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2318768426193007744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2318768426193007744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2318768426193007744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/05/tttttime-is-running-out.html' title='tttttime is running out!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2103325235094297032</id><published>2009-05-12T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:09:26.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seen fool;</title><content type='html'>Monday morning (EH unintended alliteration! :D) was rather sinful. One bowl of Mee Soto, One scoop of Teh Tarik ice cream, One scoop of Ping-pong Milo ice cream and half of a mini Baked Alaska (the name of the dessert still baffles me) all within 3 hours.. You'll grow fat Amiii! Hahaha okay I'm kidding. But it was awesome so who cares if it was unhealthy heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning was sinful too but in a whole different way. Anyway, I think this blog lacks pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2103325235094297032?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2103325235094297032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2103325235094297032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2103325235094297032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2103325235094297032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/05/seen-fool.html' title='seen fool;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-4883529655160171829</id><published>2009-05-09T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:34:51.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in retrospect;</title><content type='html'>After reading entries of several blogs, to be more specific my juniors' (yeah yeah cus I'm stalker like that HA HA), I realised something quite significant. I changed quite alot. The me I know from 4 years ago had.. so much more drive and higher aspirations. Just like them now. Not that I don't possess drive and have aspirations now but I'm more cautious about having them more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be 'I wanna be this' and 'I want to achieve that'. Obviously, 'failure' wasn't an option and I would work my butt off just to chase my goals. But as I grow older (chehh I talk as if I'm that old lol) I learn that sometimes you don't reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, one may wonder whether its all worth it busting one's ass for something which seems intangible.. Anyway my point is, I've grown so much more skeptical on the inside and becoming more of a realist with each passing day. &amp;amp; I feel that that is quite sad because.. well just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I swear I'm going through a second wave of puberty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4883529655160171829?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4883529655160171829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4883529655160171829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4883529655160171829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4883529655160171829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-retrospect.html' title='in retrospect;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8131317730887407234</id><published>2009-05-05T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:57:15.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not dead.</title><content type='html'>My blog is getting deader by the day and I have arrived at a point where blogging becomes a chore.. Well, not exactly. Its just another way of putting 'mylifeissomundanethatitsnotblogworthy' in a nicer way. Heh. You get the drift (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that aside, I CAN'T BELIEVE JUNE IS NEXT MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June = Half the year gone. So freaking fast man. Seriously. I'm having mixed feelings about it though. 2009 has been a good year thus far but sometimes I just wish I can hit the pause button and breathe.. Sigh. I need my Starbucks nownownow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEELING NERVOUSSSS ): and FCB man. Seriously. and Screwwww Scientific Notebook and MOL. Urgh. Okay this is getting incoherent so that usually signals bedtime. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8131317730887407234?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8131317730887407234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8131317730887407234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8131317730887407234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8131317730887407234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-dead.html' title='not dead.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-3237935980288797913</id><published>2009-04-27T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:19:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;omg __ fave tv show is grey's anatomy haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cool mansss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;haha right right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha sorry i'm just excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too many things in common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;even staplers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a few seconds later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you can actually just ignore me btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahahaha! No prizes for guessing who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But really, I think I'm super immune to these kinda stuffs that I don't find it annoying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm beginning to miss everything SJI all of the sudden. I blame it on my sudden recitation of the Josephian Pledge while doing work the other day. I know right. It was rather silly, not to mention random, but that actually made me realise how important the Pledge really is. Nyeh. I hate it when nostalgia strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the spirit of Faith, Service and Community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3237935980288797913?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3237935980288797913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3237935980288797913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3237935980288797913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3237935980288797913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation.html' title='a conversation'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-4889845980234834584</id><published>2009-04-25T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:35:15.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harlo!</title><content type='html'>Hello. Its been a long time since I wrote here which probably explains why I typed booger instead of blogger in the address bar. Haha. But really.. School has been ending late because of all the unnecessary mumbo jumbo in the evenings which leaves me feeling quite exhausted by the end of the day. I swear home feels like a place for me to eat and sleep and leave the next morning for classes when it should actually mean more than that. Thank God that the week to come is short. Well at least Friday ended on a super good note. Starbucks FTW man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I went to ST just now. Rather amusing and it was awesome seeing familiar faces again (: Honestly, the Exco did a good job lah. Despite of the problems I heard from Syaz, I thought that the event went smoothly and was received quite well. So, syabas Persadayu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh I keep finding myself being the photographer for the TK clan pictures (!!). Hahahaha. Well I'm not complaining though, just sayin' heh. Alright. Gotta hit the sack after rearranging my messy notes. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4889845980234834584?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4889845980234834584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4889845980234834584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4889845980234834584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4889845980234834584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/04/harlo.html' title='harlo!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2627280932855377642</id><published>2009-04-08T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:35:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chimerical things;</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVtd2xvlf4c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVtd2xvlf4c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Zooey, Zooey. The song + your voice = AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know the songs are hardly comprehensible and the lyrics are crappy but her voice makes the songs so much better than they actually are. &amp;amp; it certainly helps that she is as cute as a button. Haha. Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. Hate. Getting. Sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2627280932855377642?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2627280932855377642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2627280932855377642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2627280932855377642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2627280932855377642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/04/chimerical-things.html' title='chimerical things;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-448541641692978732</id><published>2009-04-04T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:23:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of april!</title><content type='html'>Gah. Facebook says I'm a tangent! How can I be tangent?! D:&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/13780100-448541641692978732?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/448541641692978732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=448541641692978732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/448541641692978732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/448541641692978732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-week-of-april.html' title='first week of april!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-169694582300720338</id><published>2009-03-30T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:19:29.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been there, done that &amp; not proud of it;</title><content type='html'>Catching up sessions with friends have always been fun but somehow the past weekend didn't turn out that fun. No, not because I didn't enjoy their company. I enjoyed their presence ttm but it was more of the.. things that were shared. It was certainly disheartening but I guess stuffs do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly strikes an eerie sense of déjà vu for me.. March, misunderstandings, cold wars, egos. Hah. They seem all too familiar. In fact, those are the exact same things that contributed to the mess a couple of years ago. I'm absolutely not proud of it but I'm just giving my two cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these kind of things, I guess the best way is to lower down one's ego and have a proper talk. Have as many talks if you have to. One talk probably would not suffice but if something is worth salvaging then do it quick. Yes, I find it ironic too that I'm saying all these but it is this simple lesson that I took from that incident.. And to be in the same class? That makes it worse doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaaally hope that your situation will not spiral to the one that I landed myself in. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just dreamt of having a buffet dinner with my SJI friends. I think I had sushi. Anyway, HELLO. I know you all are busy lah but please lets meet up, like now! iie ishh miezz euzxz gaizxzx! Okay a rather failed attempt at twit language but point is, I miss you guys ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-169694582300720338?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/169694582300720338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=169694582300720338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/169694582300720338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/169694582300720338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-there-done-that-not-proud-of-it.html' title='been there, done that &amp; not proud of it;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-4155684034818233457</id><published>2009-03-26T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:22:38.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh.</title><content type='html'>One of the few things that I can't stand is being told I'm irresponsible. It just peeves me off. For the past 17 years or so, I've tried (to the best of my ability) to live by a few principles and being responsible is one of them. To actually say that I'm irresponsible based on just ONE incident is already bad enough but ignoring all the countless times when I displayed full responsibility in whatever I've done is just pure BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great alright, just great. This is exactly why I do not openly exhibit what I feel. This is exactly why I do not dare to wear my heart on my sleeves. It does not pay to do so at all. It just takes a single moment of vulnerability to get people clamouring over you and taking a jab wherever they deem fit. And you wonder why I keep problems to myself most of the time. Pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Something like this normally leave me unfazed but.. a broken record that keeps playing on and on is quite annoying, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak. Ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record though, I'm contented with the way life is right now. Life is not all about money and getting the higher salary. That view is so myopic and distorted to say the very least. Its more than that. I firmly believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I want to wish Calvin a very very Happy 18th Birthday. God knows whether he'll read this. But happy birthday all the same eh friend (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4155684034818233457?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4155684034818233457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4155684034818233457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4155684034818233457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4155684034818233457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/03/urgh.html' title='urgh.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-5947354586520397202</id><published>2009-03-18T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:33:29.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random jeez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5947354586520397202?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5947354586520397202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5947354586520397202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5947354586520397202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5947354586520397202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-jeez.html' title='random jeez'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2881965145744429530</id><published>2009-03-14T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:15:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baikkk!</title><content type='html'>I just came back from watching the Man Utd/Liverpool match at Simpang Bedok. The atmosphere was super awesome. What was more satisfying was being surrounded with Man U fans and enjoying their disappointment and frustration. Yeah, I'm kinda sadistic like that. Sorry Casey. Haha. Baik Poooool! Okay must stop gloating now or else karma would bite me in the ass for tomorrow's game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2881965145744429530?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2881965145744429530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2881965145744429530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2881965145744429530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2881965145744429530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/03/baikkk.html' title='baikkk!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-5686773733347772883</id><published>2009-03-08T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:18:01.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo is awesomezx</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Nadhhhirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put down 15 top songs you love the most (it doesn't have to be in order) and a reason why you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no order,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Somewhere Only We Know - Keane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can listen to this song endlessly on repeat without getting bored. Also, it fits every mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Elephants - Rachael Yamagata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently added into my list of favourite songs. Her voice is like woah and it is one of the few songs which I won't get bored by. Go listen to it people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Take Me to the Riot - Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Energiser song. Take me, take me, take me to the riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Imagine - John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the message of this song is quite relevant to the current situation in the world. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Solta O Frango - Bonde do Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Because it has this super happy and joyous tune to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Books Written for Girls - Camera Obscura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favouritest song from them. I was quite disappointed when they didn't play it for their concert in Singapore. The perfect song to emo to, in all seriousness. Just a veryvery sad song. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Dog Problems - The Format&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny lyrics. How can you not laugh when listening to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. I just like to sing to it. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Mr. Brightside - The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same reason as 8. Just that, I like to sing this one more haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Fidelity - Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I like almost ALL of her music. The tone of her voice is rather soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Elevator Love Letter - Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh Sex! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. We Belong Together - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh what. I can't deny that I'm her fan and this song is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What Sarah Said - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius music video. Genius song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.Decipher Reflections From Reality - PlayRadioPlay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very easy on the ears and pretty awesome for stoning/in the bus/mrt/etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Trying My Best To Love You - Jenny Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first note. Jenny oh jenny. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waha. I'm being such a rebel for not doing this on Facebook! Wooh. Okay byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5686773733347772883?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5686773733347772883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5686773733347772883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5686773733347772883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5686773733347772883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/03/milo-is-awesomezx.html' title='Milo is awesomezx'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-6046851681784607781</id><published>2009-03-06T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:00:25.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>influenza.</title><content type='html'>10 sneezes per minute. Stupid, stupid flu! Why oh why must you exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; why the hell did they cast a Canadian actor to play Goku in Dragonball Evolution?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, albeit rather WOLS, I just learnt how to do this  ♥ . Haha. I know it isn't much of an accomplishment but I've always wondered how it was done. Falalala.&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/13780100-6046851681784607781?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6046851681784607781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6046851681784607781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6046851681784607781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6046851681784607781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/03/influenza.html' title='influenza.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8835835342048105492</id><published>2009-03-02T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:30:51.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" id="radioblog_player_-1" FlashVars="id=-1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5icllmciV3bz5iZ/Keane-Somewhere%2520Only%2520We%2520Know.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#330000;button:#999999;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite amazing (or not) how one's mood changes at the slightest hint of, well, anything.. Nyeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8835835342048105492?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8835835342048105492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8835835342048105492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8835835342048105492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8835835342048105492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7319496671685284502</id><published>2009-02-28T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:30:38.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I am amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I just bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deathly Hallows &lt;/span&gt;from Popular yesterday at just $19.90! Who says 2 years of waiting does not pay? Huh huh huh? Okay, actually the mention of that just triggered a sad switch.. Oh well. Sharitz made my day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7319496671685284502?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7319496671685284502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7319496671685284502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7319496671685284502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7319496671685284502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-34101343038286134</id><published>2009-02-22T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:38:32.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D :D :D</title><content type='html'>WHOOSH! I'm still high from yesterday even though my back and legs are very close to killing me now. However, time spent with the Melayus is worth every ache and pain so its alright! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was MCS Orientation 2009. Seeing that this was my first Orientation as well I was quite excited. We finally got to chill, relax and leave all the school load behind. It was pretty awesome from start to finish that I can't emphasise this enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDubEs48oI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zPJYYvbYxCw/s1600-h/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDubEs48oI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zPJYYvbYxCw/s400/web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502509928346242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people I spent the first few moments of Orientation with. We were on top of the Spider Web thing for a longlong time before the first two groups came. Tak bedek. I really thought we were gonna get rope burns from sitting for so long. Haha we amused ourselves by trying to modify our station's gameplay and eventually settled for the 'waterfall' question. Heh cheap thrill but its worth asking, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDua0SELqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nRq6SRPOs2Q/s1600-h/nadh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDua0SELqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nRq6SRPOs2Q/s400/nadh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502505520869026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Nadh came! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDua0FJCnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/y0aBRuh0nBU/s1600-h/web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDua0FJCnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/y0aBRuh0nBU/s400/web2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502505466661490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the second batch who came to our station. Umm. Okay lah. There was some glitch during this round. We should've really reminded the climbers to whisper their answer to our question. Not fun ah if both have the same answers. One tend not to be true. Ohwell. Another time then haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39hrPQeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Zey0oIIaEdA/s1600-h/threee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39hrPQeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Zey0oIIaEdA/s400/threee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305512997426250210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we climbed down and went to our respective stations. I was supposed to help Atiqah but I wandered to Wahidah's 'Act/Sing/Dance' station for awhile.. just because. Heh. I came to Atiqah's station just in time for the last group. But I made up for my absence by modifying the game to a more challenging one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to our MCS pondok for the day and camwhored with the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDua0T14JI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mm1taRqEIyY/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDua0T14JI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mm1taRqEIyY/s400/three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305502505528320146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Nadiah came! :D :D and she brought her sexy DSLR! Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39lY8iCI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BM3fpfhjD8g/s1600-h/set1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39lY8iCI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BM3fpfhjD8g/s400/set1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305512998423267362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our change-pose-with-every-snap photoset. Our first attempt ended with Dailami saying, ' No no, I can't do this posing thing. I wanna be the constant. You all be the variables.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39k838RI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VoNrJGP6Il8/s1600-h/set2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39k838RI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VoNrJGP6Il8/s400/set2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305512998305526034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so we did, with him being the constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39UZfdjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/glUHt-ZL0uo/s1600-h/constantB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39UZfdjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/glUHt-ZL0uo/s400/constantB1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305512993862153778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had another photoset with Nadiah and Heeqmah but since I'm too lazy to group them together, this one will do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39TgDwjI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1IviKfHaqQI/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD39TgDwjI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1IviKfHaqQI/s400/jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305512993621262898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PS7sx0I/AAAAAAAAAko/T_IcfANf-oU/s1600-h/jump2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PS7sx0I/AAAAAAAAAko/T_IcfANf-oU/s400/jump2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515501729662786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PbfBBlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/I2VIRiXOfqs/s1600-h/buttshots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PbfBBlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/I2VIRiXOfqs/s400/buttshots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515504025273938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PThWSsI/AAAAAAAAAkY/39vlf04IUw4/s1600-h/shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PThWSsI/AAAAAAAAAkY/39vlf04IUw4/s400/shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515501887572674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess which shadow belongs to who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PJ_A-wI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sr-GRGo1vSM/s1600-h/dinie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PJ_A-wI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sr-GRGo1vSM/s400/dinie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515499327650562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLO DINIE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PJmo4NI/AAAAAAAAAkI/KZAAX7_l-pc/s1600-h/bombers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD6PJmo4NI/AAAAAAAAAkI/KZAAX7_l-pc/s400/bombers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305515499225407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The devilish minds behind the myriad of water bombings (: But I must say, the girls really suck at throwing the bombs. Their target can be right in front of them and they can still miss terribly. Dinie's attempt to throw at Taufiq was the funniest. It hit his back but it didn't burst! Wtfishhh. But it was fun though. The ultimate had to be Izyan's. The impact was hugeeeee. And guess who the bomber was (: Sorry Iz! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75exTTZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/DV5Gyxy06E0/s1600-h/audrey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75exTTZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/DV5Gyxy06E0/s400/audrey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517325973409170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA! PRICELESS! She calls it the 'Audre Hepburn' couture pose. I call it, FAIIIIIIIIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD_dI4fkaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YDnKrgwqvYM/s1600-h/kampungmelayu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD_dI4fkaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YDnKrgwqvYM/s400/kampungmelayu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305521237108167074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kampung Melayu 2009 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75h_pWGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/r2Pr16fjB54/s1600-h/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75h_pWGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/r2Pr16fjB54/s400/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517326838880354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to White Sands to have some Macs. I rather eat somewhere else but its alright. Company was awesome ttm. The guy beside is Khalil and I think he is quite hilarious. He uttered the quote I mentioned below. Don't you think there are so many things wrong with that statement? I do and so does all the J2s present at the table at that time. Amusing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I stayed longer but I had to meet my mom at Bugis quickly cus Sharitz was apparently missing my presence. Haha. Esplanaded and finally homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end the post with pictures of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75VLt8lI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rjTsqU8MRdc/s1600-h/aztau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75VLt8lI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rjTsqU8MRdc/s400/aztau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517323399852626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic shot. Aziz bombed by Taufiq after running around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75ie7sHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Hxa7I85Vw_Q/s1600-h/pseudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaD75ie7sHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Hxa7I85Vw_Q/s400/pseudo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517326970105970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I find this shot so funny. Simply because it illustrates our dysfunctional pseudo relationship. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright have a great remaining weekend everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Credits: Nadiah, Izyan and Farah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-34101343038286134?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/34101343038286134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=34101343038286134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/34101343038286134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/34101343038286134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/02/d-d-d.html' title=':D :D :D'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SaDubEs48oI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zPJYYvbYxCw/s72-c/web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-3937640647481845095</id><published>2009-02-22T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:42:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fun saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday was really fun. As in, reallyreally fun but I shall leave it as that for the moment cus I'm too lazy to kope pictures from Nad and Izyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what, you can pass off as a MJ soccer mat.." - Ahmed Khalil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done. More details in the next entry. Goodnightzxzxz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3937640647481845095?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3937640647481845095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3937640647481845095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3937640647481845095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3937640647481845095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-saturday.html' title='a fun saturday'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8031354320838482925</id><published>2009-02-17T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:44:15.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not dead</title><content type='html'>Hello. No, I'm not dead yet. Haha. Life has pretty much been mundane for me thus the lack of updates. Plusplus I have been quite lazy to string up words and type them down. I rather be on a 'Whose Line' marathon or watch reruns of FRIENDS (teh bombzxz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Wild Wild Wet Weekend and it was tres tres fun. Sharitz tagged along and I'm getting quite attached to that boy. FYI, he is an adorable, bright 2 year old kid. Anyway, my heart just swelled with immense pride and joy when he pointed and was able to recognise 'coconuts' that day. And and I taught him that word! ACHIEVEMENT! :D I really have no idea why though. Maybe its a sign of getting old but whatever. Felt veh happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as a result of baking in the sun, I got sunburns and turned a few shades darker. But I think of it as a healthy tan though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its a crapped up world we live in when a 12 (yes TWELVE!) year old boy, who looks like he is 7, impregnates a 15 year old girl. That is seriously demented. The girl looks 30 lah please. Goodness me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8031354320838482925?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8031354320838482925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8031354320838482925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8031354320838482925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8031354320838482925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-dead.html' title='not dead'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7609517305854389130</id><published>2009-02-06T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:01:06.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truly epic</title><content type='html'>Something of epic proportions happened today &amp;amp; I'm definitely not exaggerating, unlike Farah whose definition of 'wretched' is apparently along the lines of the maddening catastrophe of fishes drowning in the sea. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Friday prayers I went to meet my Mom for lunch at Northpoint food court. Since I've already eaten, she only bought food for herself. Soon after, my aunt came by and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Eh try this. It is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt : Okay. I have not taken lunch either and I have no idea what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : No need to order la! Share the dish with me. Abang, go order another plate of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the awesomely good and obliging son I was, I went to do her bidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF : Hello Cik. One plate of plain rice please.&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : Okay. Kenape tak order sama-sama dengan tadi? (Why didn't you order it just now?)&lt;br /&gt;IF : Mm.. Pasal tak tahu nak makan banyak haha (Because I didn't know we'll eat that much)&lt;br /&gt;Makcik : Alarh. Mesti makan banyak punye lagi-lagi makan dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;matair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (Of course you will have the appetite, you're eating with your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the rice and left the counter, trying very hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SERIOUSLY! This kind of things got to stop. First, people thought she was my older sister which is not that bad (in comparison). But this! This is really crossing the line. Either she needs to grow some wrinkles or I need a T-shirt announcing that she's my mother. Alternatively, I can just sarcastically correct the other party the next time it happens. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharitz is coming over tomorrow yay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7609517305854389130?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7609517305854389130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7609517305854389130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7609517305854389130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7609517305854389130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/02/truly-epic.html' title='truly epic'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2348291935468025039</id><published>2009-02-02T07:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:20:51.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports talk;</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm gonna start with a whining session before proceeding to the happy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYYxYbG6h7I/AAAAAAAAAio/xd3tD2bkrF0/s1600-h/lampard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYYxYbG6h7I/AAAAAAAAAio/xd3tD2bkrF0/s400/lampard.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297976307311347634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG. Seriously! I totally didn't expect such an embarrassing scoreline &amp;amp; conceding to Liverpool at that. Double humiliation man. Tsk. What is this Chelsea?! Damn you stupid referee lah for sending Lampard off! Ugh. But I guess I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to admit that the Blues played rather dismally. Ohwell. Next week will be against Hull. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYYxYG0LaGI/AAAAAAAAAig/JJihsbpyMkY/s1600-h/williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYYxYG0LaGI/AAAAAAAAAig/JJihsbpyMkY/s400/williams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297976301864052834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wooh! Serena Williams absolutely crushed Dinara Safina. Williams dominated the entire match and no matter what Safina threw at her, Williams remained unfazed. So well done Serena! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYYxYDbLSjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/T5GWEHz3bw4/s1600-h/nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYYxYDbLSjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/T5GWEHz3bw4/s400/nadal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297976300953881138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYY4yLclAmI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gYEA6I3y7-E/s1600-h/b_nadalfederer_1_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYY4yLclAmI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gYEA6I3y7-E/s400/b_nadalfederer_1_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297984446365237858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Nadal and Federer put up an excellent tennis clinic on the court yesterday. I didn't watch the whole thing because I had to be somewhere but I really thought the first hour was awesome. Nadal won in the end, as expected, and Federer put up a great fight. The better man clearly won this round I guess. So on that note, cheer up Federer. I'm sure you'll win the next one. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2348291935468025039?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2348291935468025039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2348291935468025039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2348291935468025039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2348291935468025039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/02/sports-talk.html' title='sports talk;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SYYxYbG6h7I/AAAAAAAAAio/xd3tD2bkrF0/s72-c/lampard.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-7742471078769466248</id><published>2009-01-31T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:02:23.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good days!</title><content type='html'>This blog just screamed at me just now for not updating it in eons. Therefore I'm updating it just so it won't bite my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quick updates! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Life has been really good. I'm much happier than I was a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;2) Jogging and fitness routines are well followed except during the CNY hols. Ate like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;3) Attended three BBQs over the CNY weekend and not at any one of them I attempted to truly help with the preparation of food.&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't think I gained weight though :/&lt;br /&gt;5) Sharitz is tres tres adorable!&lt;br /&gt;6) The tennis season has started and though Federer is playing magnificently, I'm leaning more towards Nadal winning the Australian Open. Oh oh and for the Women's Singles, as much as I want Dinara Safina to win, I'm rooting for Serena Williams. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7742471078769466248?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7742471078769466248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7742471078769466248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7742471078769466248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7742471078769466248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-days.html' title='good days!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-6228910488230298674</id><published>2009-01-23T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:10:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cus of dinie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;QUIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Neck. Okay shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was with my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4: Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent, yes. Heh but not extremely lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5: Would you ever donate blood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Definitely (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6: Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7: Do you want someone dead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just too dark and cruel for my taste. I MAY have said it but I don't think I really meant it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:What does your last text message say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. Oh you will be getting that wacking don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10: Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure of course. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11: What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quite early. A few minutes before 12? Yes that's kinda early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12: Where did you buy the T-shirt you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Entah. I've NEVER worn this shirt before though. I found it way behind my closet today in mint condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13: Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14: Who was the last person to text you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10PEOPLE TAGGED TO DO THIS QUIZ:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kesaven&lt;br /&gt;2) Ami&lt;br /&gt;3) Calvin&lt;br /&gt;4) Hazm&lt;br /&gt;5) Wanting&lt;br /&gt;6) Firqin&lt;br /&gt;7) Maziah&lt;br /&gt;8) Dickson&lt;br /&gt;9) Rachel&lt;br /&gt;10) Shuhadah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15: Who is 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hockey stick. But everyone knows that MY hockey stick, Mazona, is much much prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16: Is 3 a male or a female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. A redundant question. Calvin is a male of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17: If 7 and 10 get together will that be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I don't think they want to even. So I guess not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18: What is Number 1 studying about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is furthering his study in the field on how to use Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19: When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS/MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20: Is Number 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he is not. He actually has a girlfriend! :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An imaginary one heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21: Say something about Number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He writes good poems (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22: What do you think about Number 3 and 6 being together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. You know what. It may actually work but it certainly doesn't change the fact that it will be odd. Ah well. Love transcends all boundaries, no? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23: Describe Number 9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-I-M-B-O. Lol okay fine. Very friendly and hardworking (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24: What will you do if Number 6 and 7 fight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Physically fight as in wrestle? That's a good scene to watch. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25: Do you like Number 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my chinese-mat brudderrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: Doing quiz is not obligatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6228910488230298674?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6228910488230298674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6228910488230298674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6228910488230298674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6228910488230298674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/01/cus-of-dinie.html' title='cus of dinie!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1478818645734476035</id><published>2009-01-18T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:34:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Long runs in the evenings never fail to satisfy my hunger for an adrenaline rush. I am quite determined to get my timing below 10 minutes this time. God knows that I didn't even TRY last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was running at Yishun Park just now and was behind this middle-aged woman with her family. During that short period of time though, I reached one conclusion. It should be illegal for anyone to parade around in translucent tights that reveal their undergarments and other unsightly things in broad daylight. Well of course there are exceptions haha. But, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Mom had this conversation with one of her student's granny some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello teacher! - waves-'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh hi! Where is Clara?'&lt;br /&gt;'She's at home. I'm going out later.. -points to me- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is this your brother?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what! This is not the first time this has happened. I blame the massive height difference. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1478818645734476035?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1478818645734476035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1478818645734476035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1478818645734476035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1478818645734476035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8988514067683022411</id><published>2009-01-15T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:09:58.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liberated.</title><content type='html'>Liberation feels rather good but it evokes this ounce of guilt somehow. Hang in there my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8988514067683022411?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8988514067683022411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8988514067683022411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8988514067683022411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8988514067683022411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/01/liberated.html' title='liberated.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-5472596875609920188</id><published>2009-01-09T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:08:32.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>izyan! have you been sick?</title><content type='html'>My first BBQ of the year and it gave me flu the next morning. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5472596875609920188?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5472596875609920188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5472596875609920188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5472596875609920188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5472596875609920188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/01/izyan-have-you-been-sick.html' title='izyan! have you been sick?'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-5719092127231227678</id><published>2009-01-07T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:52:17.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressing</title><content type='html'>The situation at the Gaza Strip is really depressing. Many civilians are being killed and probably many more are dying as I'm typing this entry. The only reason why Israel is ignoring all calls for a ceasefire is because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Brother &lt;/span&gt;supports its cause 100++%.. Blind support I tell you. Blind and stupid. They just bombed 3 UN-run schools! I mean come on. What else is there to say. Total BS man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not implying, I agree with Hamas' idealogies completely but this is really going too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't wait for 20th January to come around. There's a glimmer of hope for change. Real change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5719092127231227678?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5719092127231227678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5719092127231227678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5719092127231227678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5719092127231227678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/01/depressing.html' title='depressing'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1319533815955366719</id><published>2009-01-02T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:16:41.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops</title><content type='html'>Mm I felt bad for being too harsh on 2008. I know right. Feeling bad for something intangible. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to giving more credit to last year! So 2008 wasn't too bad. One of my highlights of the year has to be making new awesome friends and meeting a variety of people. Starting from SAJC. The friends I made there are really sweet and nice and I certainly enjoy my time there ALOT. I really wished it was longer than 3 months though. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came TJ. Mm the honest truth? TJ was well.. an accident of some sorts. After vowing not to enter the college, somehow in the last minutes of the registration it ended up being my 2nd (or 3rd choice). Sure everyone knows about how stressful the life is in school but I guess that's why God blessed me with the great friends that I have in 25/08 and the whole kampong Melayu. I won't and I repeat I totally would not be able to survive year one without these good people. They kept me sane (well most of the time) and made life more bearable. So I owe them a huge thank you and though it may sound cliche, I love you guys! Hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I also owe people like Kesaven, Ami, Hazm, Calvin and Wanting among others to a relatively good, bearable year. Here's to more years of friendship. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1319533815955366719?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1319533815955366719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1319533815955366719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1319533815955366719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1319533815955366719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoops.html' title='whoops'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-13152912079605476</id><published>2008-12-31T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:05:52.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my year-end post</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of 2008. Am I happy that it is over? Yes. Am I happy with the year itself? No. I'm not going to whine about how horrible its been because I'm over that kind of thing. Sure it could have turned out wayyy better than it is now but I guess shit happens for us to learn something from it. But this doesn't change the fact that this year takes the trophy for being the worst year this far. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the plus points of 2008. I made a lot of new friends and grew closer to old ones. I guess the saying absence makes the heart grows fonder is true haha. Mm. Okay thinking of plus points of this year is harder than I thought.. Let's just say, I grew up more this year and am thankful that I have pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have an awesome 2009 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God. Please make it a better year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-13152912079605476?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/13152912079605476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=13152912079605476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/13152912079605476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/13152912079605476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-year-end-post.html' title='this is my year-end post'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8552606716607890253</id><published>2008-12-29T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:40:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere only we know</title><content type='html'>Alright as promised I shall do an entry and no way am I going to make this one clash with my new year post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a pretty short getaway and the trip to Langkawi itself took almost 9 plus hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I shall  let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJQcnn46I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BUdW6ZgiPKM/s1600-h/PC200382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJQcnn46I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BUdW6ZgiPKM/s320/PC200382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285195447116751778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJQDqwr2I/AAAAAAAAAds/hm1kRrPbJqQ/s1600-h/PC200381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJQDqwr2I/AAAAAAAAAds/hm1kRrPbJqQ/s320/PC200381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285195440419024738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention that we were travelling with my dad's colleagues' families? Well I didn't really socialise much.. not that I didn't want to. I just couldn't. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJQ_idxTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/w9I-wHT-GKY/s1600-h/PC200383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJQ_idxTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/w9I-wHT-GKY/s320/PC200383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285195456490358066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then checked into our hotel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJRcRFr1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/MpyfXjr6V9k/s1600-h/PC200385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJRcRFr1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/MpyfXjr6V9k/s320/PC200385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285195464202104658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Location wise; Awesome. Facilities; Not so awesome. As in, if you are just looking for a very comfortable place to sleep and shower and stay, I would recommend this hotel because it is right infront of the beautiful beach and smacked right in the middle of a happening area. But if you're looking for a gym/karaoke/etcetc, then look further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJRmq3RBI/AAAAAAAAAeM/v1FBe8PbvyA/s1600-h/PC200389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJRmq3RBI/AAAAAAAAAeM/v1FBe8PbvyA/s320/PC200389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285195466994566162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After dinner, we headed to Dataran Lang (Eagle Square). Nothing here, just took pictures. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQYGfpLXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/G3W1uiPOqVE/s1600-h/PC200398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQYGfpLXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/G3W1uiPOqVE/s320/PC200398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203275198049650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQXtxgu4I/AAAAAAAAAes/3HNRJ5gKSyo/s1600-h/PC200400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQXtxgu4I/AAAAAAAAAes/3HNRJ5gKSyo/s320/PC200400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203268562107266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQXYRZAGI/AAAAAAAAAek/P9bttHmD7ZI/s1600-h/PC200406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQXYRZAGI/AAAAAAAAAek/P9bttHmD7ZI/s320/PC200406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203262790238306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQXHdlH9I/AAAAAAAAAec/WGbiiCGkwec/s1600-h/PC200401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQXHdlH9I/AAAAAAAAAec/WGbiiCGkwec/s320/PC200401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203258277961682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The parents. Haha. I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQW_vk7RI/AAAAAAAAAeU/U-NXHtHYYZs/s1600-h/PC200409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjQW_vk7RI/AAAAAAAAAeU/U-NXHtHYYZs/s320/PC200409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203256205962514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to lie on the ground for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS-EW7mwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ceq89HIWwHA/s1600-h/PC200419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS-EW7mwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ceq89HIWwHA/s320/PC200419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206126482922242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beach! :D Bester than any Singapore beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS91Mp2mI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fj7XzQAHiSE/s1600-h/PC200420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS91Mp2mI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fj7XzQAHiSE/s320/PC200420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206122413283938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clear water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS9CCQPQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/kO5SI3dyKdo/s1600-h/PC210434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS9CCQPQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/kO5SI3dyKdo/s320/PC210434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206108679453954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh this is a different beach. Its called Pantai Pasir Hitam (Black Sand Beach). I took the liberty for the Geog freaks out there so you can click &lt;a href="http://www.langkawi-beaches.com/pantai-pasir-hitam.html" onmouseover="window.status='           ';return true"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find out why the sand is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS80y2ZrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TGC8TborVsE/s1600-h/PC210435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS80y2ZrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TGC8TborVsE/s320/PC210435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206105125185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS8adVvQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/S902cUHnS48/s1600-h/PC210449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjS8adVvQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/S902cUHnS48/s320/PC210449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206098055642370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ala eh wauuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYQ3eFAKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/35zRP7odDBE/s1600-h/PC210471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYQ3eFAKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/35zRP7odDBE/s320/PC210471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285211946998890658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at some nice restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYQpZR6UI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UFs9zsgN2Mw/s1600-h/PC210483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYQpZR6UI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UFs9zsgN2Mw/s320/PC210483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285211943220668738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now now, don't get too excited. I have two theories to why this was made as such. Either the designer loveeees math that he puts formulas on everything. OR he loathe the subject so much that he put the very fundamentals of math under people's feet. Pick your theory. Haha. I didn't buy it cus I couldn't think of any use for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYQC84mOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0I41bfPe7TM/s1600-h/PC210490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYQC84mOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0I41bfPe7TM/s320/PC210490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285211932901021922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYP-wkVVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5rrRwPiwh2U/s1600-h/PC210491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYP-wkVVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5rrRwPiwh2U/s320/PC210491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285211931775620434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYPwyqD-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/YVkbT-S1kMo/s1600-h/PC220510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjYPwyqD-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/YVkbT-S1kMo/s320/PC220510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285211928026288098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this shot somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay that's all for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think my family on the paternal side is just too.. cute to be true. And well the maternal side is as drama as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8552606716607890253?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8552606716607890253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8552606716607890253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8552606716607890253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8552606716607890253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='somewhere only we know'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SVjJQcnn46I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BUdW6ZgiPKM/s72-c/PC200382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-4483390132274755643</id><published>2008-12-27T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:12:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough cough</title><content type='html'>I'm so uninspired to blog about my short getaway and neither can I think of anything to write. Blame the virus that has  rudely infiltrated my body and decided to settle down and make babies in it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update shall be nigh, I promise. This blog is getting stale anyway and I find that rather annoying. Oh I'll even throw in some pictures. Bon soir people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4483390132274755643?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4483390132274755643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4483390132274755643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4483390132274755643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4483390132274755643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/cough-cough.html' title='cough cough'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2142157441004655266</id><published>2008-12-25T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:51:46.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dizzy.</title><content type='html'>My head is spinning and my throat is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Merry Xmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2142157441004655266?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2142157441004655266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2142157441004655266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2142157441004655266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2142157441004655266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/dizzy.html' title='dizzy.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8166643278955660036</id><published>2008-12-19T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:46:23.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was filled with fun, laughter, wishes and a tinge of emoness. Haha if you wanna know the details, kindly roll your mouse over to the address bar and type in Farah's LJ url (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hocus Pocus Alakazam Abra Kadabara. Poof I'm gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8166643278955660036?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8166643278955660036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8166643278955660036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8166643278955660036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8166643278955660036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1001681793126924134</id><published>2008-12-15T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:34:19.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because mazmo says so! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&amp;amp; because I'm bored too haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;iqbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;firdaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iqbalfirdaus&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;um I dunno? :/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;just woke up&lt;br /&gt;drank tea&lt;br /&gt;cleaned marie's and chase's sandbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my patience&lt;br /&gt;my restraint at cursing (same as mazmo's!)&lt;br /&gt;never-have-pimples/blemish skin. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my occasional forgetfulness&lt;br /&gt;high metabolism (a mixed blessing, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;moments when I let myself be too nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;part Javanese&lt;br /&gt;part Malay/Sumatran&lt;br /&gt;part Dutch :D heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;Big rats&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shirt&lt;br /&gt;longs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;headgear&lt;/s&gt; boxers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;food!&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Keane&lt;br /&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;watch funny videos on Youtube&lt;br /&gt;run, as in just run. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;eat. alot. you'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Elephants - Rachael Yamagata&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;Mr Brightside - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gain weight&lt;br /&gt;watch Grey's Antomy&lt;br /&gt;live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;those.&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;fidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'RE GIVING TO THE WORLD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;I miss SJI&lt;br /&gt;I miss school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;hands&lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;humour&lt;br /&gt;a tinge of independence&lt;br /&gt;sincerity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sing a malay song proper&lt;br /&gt;eat wasabi&lt;br /&gt;finish a green tea latte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;certain special people&lt;br /&gt;quietness&lt;br /&gt;the simple, carefree life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iPod Touch (:&lt;br /&gt;a new laptop&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm glad to receive any gift hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;the tests that God has put me through&lt;br /&gt;friends who have guided me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOU YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;laptopping&lt;br /&gt;eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do some work&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;political science&lt;br /&gt;psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;something in the lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR HOLIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;paris, france&lt;br /&gt;queenstown, new zealand&lt;br /&gt;venice, italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;timmy turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;wanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;cosmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BOY’S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;daniel&lt;br /&gt;chuck&lt;br /&gt;nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE GIRL'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;katy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;taste whatever that is halal&lt;br /&gt;tell everyone that has been in my life how grateful i am to them&lt;br /&gt;try to fix/amend broken parts of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ OR DIE PAINFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;okay who shall i curse. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;kesaven!&lt;br /&gt;(because he has disappeared to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;land. hehe I kid)&lt;br /&gt;hazm!&lt;br /&gt;(well.. just because.)&lt;br /&gt;farah syirin&lt;br /&gt;(because she's bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There you go sista from anotha mutha :D and yes I miss you and your silliness too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1001681793126924134?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1001681793126924134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1001681793126924134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1001681793126924134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1001681793126924134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-mazmo-says-so.html' title='because mazmo says so! (:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7419650232656169478</id><published>2008-12-09T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:28:13.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zS7xOqjjAow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zS7xOqjjAow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really recommend you to listen to this video. Pay close attention to the words being said. Better still, plug in your earpiece to the computer and turn up the volume. I think its rather relevant to the world today especially with the annoying &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-Muslim/" return="" true=""&gt;Islamophobia&lt;/a&gt; growing. It had quite an impact on me. So.. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and good luck my Poly friends/cousins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7419650232656169478?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7419650232656169478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7419650232656169478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7419650232656169478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7419650232656169478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-recommend-you-to-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7561116794152721075</id><published>2008-12-05T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:44:06.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh hellooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about any of you but I say, helloooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the spoof of it that Justin Timberlake did on SNL is funny too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5qx-MVrXfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5qx-MVrXfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7561116794152721075?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7561116794152721075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7561116794152721075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7561116794152721075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7561116794152721075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/ohhh-hellooooo.html' title='ohhh hellooooo!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-4334333196602362979</id><published>2008-12-03T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:01:09.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey!</title><content type='html'>Okay! Since I have no inspiration (or rather too lazy to think properly) to blog, I shall do this thingy which I've seen popping on several blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. People get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little facts as well as state this rule clearly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names*NO TAGS BACK!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I speak to myself. Alot. I'm not even exaggerating or anything. I really do talk to myself quite a bit. Even when I do appear quiet, I might be talking to myself in my mind. Shit this is making me sound like a freak but well its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As some people might already know, I am the master of facade. I put on a facade like really well. I may be all smiling and jumping but deep inside I might be quite depressed or upset. Its quite scary because I have become so good at it that sometimes I myself don't know what I feel much more the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. However, my family notices that whenever I'm upset or depressed or something, my face skin tone darkens.. Hahaha. Like literally black face lol. I find it amusing more than anything though.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. I HAVE to have this natural set of order for things. Like dessert must &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be eaten before the main course even when its there staring at my face. No means no. Or or I really hate it when people, guys especially, wear slippers with their jeans. I don't mind nice slippers but the idea on a whole does not appeal to me at all. Of course I have some exceptions la like going to Friday Prayers. Now that's fine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. I have bad cases of headaches sometimes. Horrible. Although I have a high threshold for pain, headaches just sap the energy out from me and my body will cease all functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I think I have this weird relationship with the Malay Language. I understand it and I can write it but when it comes to speaking, I'm pretty much hopeless. Now I'm a little better albeit the Mat Salleh (English) twang which friends find so amusing. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate wasabi. Its disgusting. When I heard that McDonald's had the Wasabi Fillet-O-Fish thing I looked at it with much disdain and disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have high threshold for cold. I remember two years ago when I went for OB Sabah and we were at Mount Kinabalu's lodge. It was pretty cold like close to 0 degrees. I just went outside with a t-shirt, some thin longs and slippers. Haha it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I think some people have this notion that I talk alot which is not true. I'm pretty much reserved unless I'm quite comfortable with the group of people I'm hanging with. Other than that, I rather keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least, I have a knack for remembering insignificant, small details in a conversation. I will probably remember it for at least a week.  Having said that, I'm horrible at remembering where I put my things even though I put something there a minute ago. Oh the ironies of life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG ANYONE WHO IS BORED (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4334333196602362979?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4334333196602362979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4334333196602362979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4334333196602362979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4334333196602362979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/12/survey.html' title='survey!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7776175841052342450</id><published>2008-11-27T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:15:03.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming through sick lullabies</title><content type='html'>I think it is that time of the year again. That time of the year when my mind (and maybe body too) is put through a hugebigass test. I'm really determined to overcome it this time. I know I can do this. After all, it isn't as ginormous as before. I'll pull through somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter side, my favourite people has come back/will be coming back (delete where necessary)! Yay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7776175841052342450?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7776175841052342450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7776175841052342450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7776175841052342450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7776175841052342450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/11/swimming-through-sick-lullabies.html' title='swimming through sick lullabies'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8275074711703441778</id><published>2008-11-21T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:05:07.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an excerpt;</title><content type='html'>Hello Wellow! Its definitely been an interesting week and I'm so beginning to miss those who are abroad. Come back quickkkkk ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this while surfing the net and I thought of sharing it here. Well sure some may disagree but give it read haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the Mr Nice-Guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8275074711703441778?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8275074711703441778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8275074711703441778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8275074711703441778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8275074711703441778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-excerpt.html' title='just an excerpt;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-70689277538994174</id><published>2008-11-15T08:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:11:23.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR-THREE-SIX (:</title><content type='html'>Jap buffet is the bombzxzxzx! 436 is the bombzxzxerrrrrr! Haha. I think me missing them is totally justified because they're a bunch of awesome people that filled my days of the past two years with so much fun, drama and excitement. I wish I have pictures for this but unfortunately no one brought a camera.. or suggested any picture taking hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it was a pretty good day. I managed to catch up with people whom I rarely meet (which is actually the whole group of them now that I think of it haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also FINALLY met Calvin after ten thousand months the day before. That was a pretty good catching-up session too. I swear sometimes I don't know which side of Poly I should believe because two people will always tell me different things, 'Uhh poly is such a drag. So stress..' , 'WOOOH! Poly so slack! Last minute also can study. I'm a genius!'. I don't think its that difficult to match who said which. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So many people are flying off to somewhere. First it was Farah, Taufiq and Ni'mat. Now, I get to know that YQ is going off to some mountain province of China and Kesaven will be doing OBS (AGAIN!) this coming Monday and going to Batam the next day when he gets back from Ubin! Oh &amp;amp; Ami has migrated to Muggerland, my hometown.. What the feeeeeesh! :O Maybe I should just return home as well and surround myself with ten thousand books. Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those going off, have a safe trip and don't consume too much Melamine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST FOUND THIS ON MAZMO'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so upset!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner @ Mak's Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady boss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so school holiday ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady boss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me guess! Primary5 or 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alevelssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! Hooray to people who don't look their age! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-70689277538994174?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/70689277538994174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=70689277538994174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/70689277538994174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/70689277538994174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/11/four-three-six.html' title='FOUR-THREE-SIX (:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7746426916240815523</id><published>2008-11-13T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:28:11.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday post</title><content type='html'>Alright I'm gonna do a proper birthday post this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay I'm finally 17 but somehow people still think I look 15. Whatever. Heh. Anyway I woke up that 11th November morning, greeted by messages and wishes. It was really a happy birthday if you know what I mean. Last year's was so sucky that I do not wish to recall any details about it and it was supposed to be my 16th birthday la! Okay fine apart from some moments of it which I will bring with me to my grave hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO WISHED ME (: In no preferential order, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familia, Ami Firdaus (who kentally wished me on the 10th thinking that it was the 11th), Kesaven, Calvin Fong, Liyana, IBRAHIM Hazm, Farah Syirin, Bazliana, Syazwani, Izyan, Nadh, Dinie, Atiqah, Nabilah, Taufiq, Hanee, Farhanah, the RI(JC) [heh!] kids, Janani, Shalini, Kriff, Dickson, Dan Dan, Diyanah, Firqin, Thomas, Tian Ye, Belmond, Bryan Tong, Randall, W. Wei Jie, Bryan Lim, Bryden Yong and last but definitely not least Hisyam! &amp;amp; of course those who I've missed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for brightening up my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall come back later and edit this. Enjoy your morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7746426916240815523?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7746426916240815523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7746426916240815523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7746426916240815523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7746426916240815523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-post.html' title='birthday post'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8040225361321005902</id><published>2008-11-10T10:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:32:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a really fun sunday</title><content type='html'>Ola amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was tonnes of fun. We had our beach picnic at ECP and as usual I was late. But I was so surprised/shocked at the measly turnout. I expected at least 10 people to come but apparently many canceled at the last minute. You all miss out alot! -sticks out tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway. I think I must really be on guard whenever my birthday is near. Just last year, I was caught offguard when 436 did the whole surprise thing. That was one WEEK after the actual date. Then yesterday (two days before), I was caught offguard again! It all started after we settled down and stuff and Farah was playing music from her phone and then she said, 'Okay! When I say 1, 2, 3 we all sing!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so ready to sing the song when all of the sudden they sang the happy birthday song. De ja vu much. She then took out the delicious cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRejJZHWDTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/B8kRXEc2fas/s1600-h/PB090195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRejJZHWDTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/B8kRXEc2fas/s320/PB090195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266857670988926258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate heaven if you ask me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRekHT95EUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6JU9qhc12ko/s1600-h/PB090192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRekHT95EUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6JU9qhc12ko/s320/PB090192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266858734758990146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and this is my favouritest potato salad in the world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After stuffing ourselves with food, we played card games like Stress and Heart Attack. I seriously don't get Stress. Partly because I was never exposed to such games in my past 16 years. Or maybe I refuse to get it but it was fun la. I lost alot but nehmind. No shame in losing a game you never played before. We made a lot of noise and attracted ten thousand people staring at us. You should have seen the lengths we went to light up the candles. Kecoh ttm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then played Pepsi Cola. I know right! Primary school games for the win. And talking about winning, I won alot in this game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRem8JjGRqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vHL1hJ-ouS8/s1600-h/PB090206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRem8JjGRqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vHL1hJ-ouS8/s320/PB090206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266861841518577314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRem7zCst6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/QC5sYsfVhhc/s1600-h/PB090205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRem7zCst6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/QC5sYsfVhhc/s320/PB090205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266861835477104546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh something hilarious happened during this game. There was this round (and many others) when it was only Ni'mat and I left. It was quite intense ah. Ni'mat with his tenacity and me with my nimbleness. Then Ni'mat took this big gigantic leap towards me and his berms just split apart right to the back. I swear the sound of the tear was so loud! It was hilarious and Ni'mat was so sporting and just laughed it off. &amp;amp; to clarify, no he didn't walk around with the torn pants, he borrowed mine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring session came after that followed by cycling. I thoroughly enjoyed myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepZZyiHAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Im4bmulRaCM/s1600-h/PB090232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepZZyiHAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Im4bmulRaCM/s320/PB090232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864543117745154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepa5qqUAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m2UG0Viddcw/s1600-h/PB090212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepa5qqUAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m2UG0Viddcw/s320/PB090212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864568854532098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepagWBwXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/F61VIna2u4g/s1600-h/PB090203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepagWBwXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/F61VIna2u4g/s320/PB090203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864562057101682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepaHieDvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/VBDfGOjrtVY/s1600-h/PB090202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepaHieDvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/VBDfGOjrtVY/s320/PB090202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864555398401778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They said this can be used for a campaign ad. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepZjCgbRI/AAAAAAAAAck/TSK8xApqyT4/s1600-h/PB090218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRepZjCgbRI/AAAAAAAAAck/TSK8xApqyT4/s320/PB090218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864545600662802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqNm0pReI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ErsXWonsQaM/s1600-h/PB090217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqNm0pReI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ErsXWonsQaM/s320/PB090217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266865439969461730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sexy. Okay kidding sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqNQrAxkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/q1Y35jxRoGI/s1600-h/PB090233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqNQrAxkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/q1Y35jxRoGI/s320/PB090233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266865434023478850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liyanaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqNApMbWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6fUrHOjAFpE/s1600-h/PB090234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqNApMbWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6fUrHOjAFpE/s320/PB090234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266865429720886626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farah and Syaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqM1LcVSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4dmWi3oTs7M/s1600-h/PB090216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqM1LcVSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4dmWi3oTs7M/s320/PB090216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266865426643309858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! Ni'mat posing for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqMksqYGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Hn_yfy2p7dk/s1600-h/PB090193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SReqMksqYGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Hn_yfy2p7dk/s320/PB090193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266865422219239522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanyutttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm out of nice pictures. Today is a beautiful day and tomorrow will be one too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8040225361321005902?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8040225361321005902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8040225361321005902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8040225361321005902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8040225361321005902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-fun-sunday.html' title='a really fun sunday'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRejJZHWDTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/B8kRXEc2fas/s72-c/PB090195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-5983010976298098970</id><published>2008-11-06T08:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:14:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRI3J1yLVrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-NvX_mBGQJM/s1600-h/480px-SenatorBarackObama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRI3J1yLVrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-NvX_mBGQJM/s320/480px-SenatorBarackObama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265331556545418930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; White House occupant (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really exciting to see the whole thing happening. I had every news station on my tabs la. Even Fox News which is arguably the most biased and unreliable broadcast station EVER but I'll save my ranting for them much later. So it was awesome and felt really surreal when CNN (or was it MSNBC? I was on TheYoungTurks anyway) that called Barack Obama as the victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that struck me was the fact that a minority was finally given the full opportunity to lead a country. I mean that's historic. Furthermore he came from behind and caught up with the leaders of the pack. Most importantly though he beat the juggernaut Hillary Clinton and I was all for that woman. So its really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm this excited and it is not even the Singapore Elections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PW is over. OP was awesome and the Q&amp;amp;A session was umm easier than expected but then again you never know. Ah wellll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5983010976298098970?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5983010976298098970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5983010976298098970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5983010976298098970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5983010976298098970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday.html' title='a thursday.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SRI3J1yLVrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-NvX_mBGQJM/s72-c/480px-SenatorBarackObama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-1717204312933726572</id><published>2008-10-30T08:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:26:03.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG ILCO!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the Camera Obscura concert and it was the BOMB! :D But in all frankness though I woke up that morning feeling.. empty, like it was any other school day mornings. I honestly didn't feel ANY excitement until I reached school. Probably because I just wanted my stay there to be over and done with in quickest possible time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my share of fun in that wretched place though. I couldn't ask for better and entertaining company. My year would totally be sooooo boring without them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning was spent hanging with Nadh, Aida, Izyan and Ati at the Marquee because the rest all had their meeting. Pft step aje.. so we decided to have our very own meeting! We formed manymany subcommitees that we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; will be useful to MCS. For example, the Fund Raising Comm, Food Tasting Comm and MCS Modelling &lt;s&gt;Agency&lt;/s&gt; Comm! Make MCS more excitingzxzx worzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! While we were discussing our positions, I found something rather intriguing on the table, left by our very own Nurul Dinie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQkCILkUURI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YDDK5SXY5WU/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQkCILkUURI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YDDK5SXY5WU/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262739979126460690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'EH! Omg! Who left this!?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Oh it came out of Dinie's bag'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'!!! Why.. !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Don't think dirty la! Its some Vitamin thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Omg I thought it was.. something else'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'I thought it was that too!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I think the manufacturer wanted to amuse himself and thus came out with this rather thought provoking packaging. This discovery set off the conversation on Nadh's condoms and Dinie's secret 'rendezvous'. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then evening came and I scooted over to the Esplanade to meet fatcat Hazm for the concert. We were so early and were the first few to buy CamObs merchandises. I bought their CD for only 20 bucks! That my friend is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steal&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seat wasn't that bad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQkG0YskOqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/o4IF4D0C-ms/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQkG0YskOqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/o4IF4D0C-ms/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262745136611474082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was awesome but not as awesome as Hazm's who sat like wayyyyyy in front. To be exact, directly and within 0.0000123cm radius away from Tracyanne. That also meant that he was the photographer of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Eh your camera has no modes or whatever ah'&lt;br /&gt;'Mm no..'&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;'No median or mean also hahaha!'&lt;br /&gt;'SIGH. JC kids'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really kinda sad that they didn't perform my favourite ballad, Books Written For Girls. I was dying to hear them sing it live. Nevertheless, the whole concert made up for it and they even sang Super Trouper. Yes the ABBA song. So all in all, spectacular (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQkI3tA2aRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rSOZ61ffvvs/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQkI3tA2aRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rSOZ61ffvvs/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262747392628123922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66c8cdebbcf51d51" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66c8cdebbcf51d51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892201%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD3A2E986F892AD5A1D46DDB832F4CAFBB042C99.4B0ABEF24BD01B2769964A4CAC6AAE4C0FE570B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66c8cdebbcf51d51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfpNOhXU0KIpg2kJ2GBcHfKvSxqE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66c8cdebbcf51d51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329892201%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD3A2E986F892AD5A1D46DDB832F4CAFBB042C99.4B0ABEF24BD01B2769964A4CAC6AAE4C0FE570B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66c8cdebbcf51d51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfpNOhXU0KIpg2kJ2GBcHfKvSxqE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Trouper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm so excited for Stars! AHHH! Happy happy. -beams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1717204312933726572?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1717204312933726572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1717204312933726572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1717204312933726572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1717204312933726572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-ilco.html' title='OMG ILCO!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQkCILkUURI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YDDK5SXY5WU/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-3261144469528385796</id><published>2008-10-24T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:36:42.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though ironic, one thing that I love about my family is the drama that it brings every year. Now I sit back, relax and, dare I say it, enjoy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3261144469528385796?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3261144469528385796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3261144469528385796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3261144469528385796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3261144469528385796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/though-ironic-one-thing-that-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1611768205003189619</id><published>2008-10-23T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:15:48.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEmQ57rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8DL6J0bQy6Q/s1600-h/boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEmQ57rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8DL6J0bQy6Q/s320/boys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349579294535346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEkqBnHI/AAAAAAAAAas/8OLsd0lSd4E/s1600-h/footwear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEkqBnHI/AAAAAAAAAas/8OLsd0lSd4E/s320/footwear.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349578863025266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taufiq's idea. Okay la. Kinda.. cool. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEaLRe4I/AAAAAAAAAak/f-NcaCVmhQE/s1600-h/guys2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEaLRe4I/AAAAAAAAAak/f-NcaCVmhQE/s320/guys2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349576049687426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys with Shahreeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEBi569I/AAAAAAAAAac/paUo4ExeNGI/s1600-h/informal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEBi569I/AAAAAAAAAac/paUo4ExeNGI/s320/informal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349569437920210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Informal shot! And no I'm not retarded. It was supposed to BE an informal shot but everybody was so boring and all so yeah.. More interesting kan? Hehh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEE_lnWEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SV_rPARDlqI/s1600-h/alimm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEE_lnWEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SV_rPARDlqI/s320/alimm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349586092283970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because we are alim like that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCGnH3PzwI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gBdydmRWN3o/s1600-h/road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCGnH3PzwI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gBdydmRWN3o/s320/road.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260352371452530434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 years and counting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lazyyyyy to write anythingzxzx. CamObs in one week! Wooooooh! And dreams have been fun hahahaha. Okay byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1611768205003189619?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1611768205003189619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1611768205003189619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1611768205003189619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1611768205003189619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-guys-taufiqs-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SQCEEmQ57rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8DL6J0bQy6Q/s72-c/boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-784644717665400055</id><published>2008-10-18T22:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:47:26.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAYA, again</title><content type='html'>Overdue, dah basi pictures from last weekend. Enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzoIqOzCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aexpHkFYaaQ/s1600-h/nadhme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzoIqOzCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aexpHkFYaaQ/s320/nadhme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501910776695842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadh &amp;amp; I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzpGeXvMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2fr8iO5kRKY/s1600-h/farahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzpGeXvMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2fr8iO5kRKY/s320/farahs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501927369948354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farah &amp;amp; le boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzCcaxSmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/LoPdPEAePFc/s1600-h/blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzCcaxSmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/LoPdPEAePFc/s320/blues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501263245527650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le Blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzCmm5V3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/ubuYyhbyVfQ/s1600-h/browns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzCmm5V3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/ubuYyhbyVfQ/s320/browns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501265980741490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le Browns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'orh hor racist! lolol'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzCkRPGJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/t4-V3rZIQSU/s1600-h/matyaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzCkRPGJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/t4-V3rZIQSU/s320/matyaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501265353021586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever-so-glamorous&lt;/span&gt; Mat and Yaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzC102QEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0r9_-hL2urw/s1600-h/fawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzC102QEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0r9_-hL2urw/s320/fawi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501270065791042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Baz's brother, Faris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzC0-rmFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zsbJ-g0CiOM/s1600-h/meatiq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzC0-rmFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zsbJ-g0CiOM/s320/meatiq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501269838600274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Former wife&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Atiqah &amp;amp; I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnyaMNMMpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mcOyT3btDSw/s1600-h/syaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnyaMNMMpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mcOyT3btDSw/s320/syaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500571698836114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnyavz_ypI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DZlAt7VDZvg/s1600-h/syaz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnyavz_ypI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DZlAt7VDZvg/s320/syaz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500581256841874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full family photo at Syaz's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnycFQ0YCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WM-0TWe5szA/s1600-h/hidehide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnycFQ0YCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WM-0TWe5szA/s320/hidehide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500604194742306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ooh lets hide from them to see whether they realise that we're gone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*takes out camera*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'take picture, take picture!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnycQ3APNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/u-GfU_iPSzk/s1600-h/songkok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnycQ3APNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/u-GfU_iPSzk/s320/songkok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500607307693266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uhh. Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnycv9v8PI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ulfi_P3LY_4/s1600-h/redspinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnycv9v8PI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Ulfi_P3LY_4/s320/redspinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500615657484530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Reds/Pinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxv5-MEYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wVPEVBy4Lms/s1600-h/taufnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxv5-MEYI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wVPEVBy4Lms/s320/taufnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499845249569154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Pakcik talk'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwA5GZQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nveJ7PjWiaU/s1600-h/aidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwA5GZQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nveJ7PjWiaU/s320/aidas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499847107273986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun shot at Aida's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwToZzXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jDqqsvEQ1Os/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwToZzXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jDqqsvEQ1Os/s320/tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499852137516402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tongue is nicer than yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwakDakI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wiZReXxYiiE/s1600-h/aidajump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwakDakI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wiZReXxYiiE/s320/aidajump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499853998320194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aida jumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwm442lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UxtSm9TaceQ/s1600-h/ijump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxwm442lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/UxtSm9TaceQ/s320/ijump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499857306933842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxAVBfF4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Zzz3JZi8yBw/s1600-h/nadh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxAVBfF4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Zzz3JZi8yBw/s320/nadh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499027877435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family photo at Nadh's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxAmaw40I/AAAAAAAAAXU/_GVkz-le26c/s1600-h/nadh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnxAmaw40I/AAAAAAAAAXU/_GVkz-le26c/s320/nadh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258499032546861890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because her house is nice, we had to take another.. and another (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Urh shall update more tomorrow morning. Watch this space! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-784644717665400055?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/784644717665400055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=784644717665400055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/784644717665400055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/784644717665400055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-again.html' title='RAYA, again'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SPnzoIqOzCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aexpHkFYaaQ/s72-c/nadhme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-8978003267396639732</id><published>2008-10-13T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:21:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the Rewind Button</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the days when I decided to drop by my archives and just read the previous entries. Gahh I really miss the ol' SJI days. God knows how many times I've said that but I can't help it.. because its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I dug this extracts up and boy they made me smile (and think) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Hilarious Stupid Weird Conversation #14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calvin&lt;/strong&gt; - Lets start a club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; - Haha. Okay then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calvin&lt;/strong&gt; - Good. I'll be the Chairman, Bryan the Vice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Iqbal you be the secretary...(continues writing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; - Ahh okayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calvin&lt;/strong&gt; - Okay who wants to be the Reagent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; - Its regent lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calvin&lt;/strong&gt; - NO! Its not! Rowland, its reagent right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowland&lt;/strong&gt; - I thought reagent is a chemistry term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt; - Heh! -crushes paper and smiles apologetically-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Quote of the Week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"the opposite of love is not actually hate cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you still hate someone, you still care. it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually indifference. that is the opposite of love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HSM Obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. call it an obsession if you want but hey high school&lt;br /&gt;musical rocks! and to those people who actually recorded&lt;br /&gt;the show, let me borrow it! i'll buy you ice cream! x)&lt;br /&gt;mervin watched it like 2-3 times a day lah which leads&lt;br /&gt;to him singing and retelling me the whole thing again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I reaaaaaaally can't believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; actually happened and by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; I mean obsession with HSM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation that started my day laughing. It was during the hair check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim - Eh! Is my hair obviously long? -pulls fringe down-&lt;br /&gt;Me - Haha. What a question to ask?! Its like reaching your eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim - Oh okay. I shall become gay. -pulls fringe aside-&lt;br /&gt;Look at me i look like a gay d*ck!&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hahaha. Wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trust me. Things haven't changed that much since this convo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The F-word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone who uses the f-word to scold is simply lazy. He is lazy to&lt;br /&gt;think of the specific word to use on the one he is scolding.&lt;br /&gt;You have to be specific."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mudslides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and fauzan were walking down this slope cause we were tired&lt;br /&gt;of sitting at the hut and everyone else was down there. Anyway when we&lt;br /&gt;were walking down the slope, our dear friends shouted, 'MUDSLIDE!'.&lt;br /&gt;I was amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done. Shall redo OP script now. Raya pictures when I'm not lazy. Urhh I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8978003267396639732?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8978003267396639732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8978003267396639732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8978003267396639732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8978003267396639732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/hit-rewind-button.html' title='Hit the Rewind Button'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2277806591874124422</id><published>2008-10-03T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:25:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAYA (:</title><content type='html'>I love how Raya this year is so fun. Compared to last year's, the cookies and raya dishes taste and smell so much better. Even the atmosphere was more enjoyable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz I'm really tired from PW and the only picture that I like from the past three days is this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SOYaS9bKdXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NTv1y9ygcF8/s1600-h/Shira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SOYaS9bKdXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NTv1y9ygcF8/s320/Shira.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252914928402724210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shira! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's part Filipino and I think she's the cutest cousin (no offence to the rest) I ever had! She likes to play with her eyes and I absolutely lovee the way she does it. Mmm. Oh oh and she speaks fluent English! 'Not funnyyy!' hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun too. I had lots of laughs and my craving for Popeye's has finally been fulfilled. Oh and I dunno whether its me or my pants but my pants kept unbuckling itself.. I know right! I was walking and I swear it suddenly unbuckled. Lucky thing my whole pants didn't fall off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can't wait for tomorrow and blablabla gonna do PW now. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-2277806591874124422?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2277806591874124422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2277806591874124422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2277806591874124422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2277806591874124422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya.html' title='RAYA (:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SOYaS9bKdXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NTv1y9ygcF8/s72-c/Shira.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-4728114647221331667</id><published>2008-09-28T07:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:22:48.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUFFET</title><content type='html'>Urhhh.. I think buffets are evil. They make you believe that you can eat all of that food and giving you all sorts of reasons to take this, that and those. In the end, you're left with 1/4 of it staring back at you. Especially Malay cuisine buffet! Don't get me wrong though I loveee buffets but when it comes to Malay food, that's when my stomach bails out on me. God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and you should have seen the mad food rush at the buffet. Quite amusing la actually. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay what a pointless entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4728114647221331667?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4728114647221331667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4728114647221331667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4728114647221331667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4728114647221331667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/09/buffet.html' title='BUFFET'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-6849663501352721188</id><published>2008-09-26T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:11:44.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS OVER! (:</title><content type='html'>WOOOOH! If you're not rejoicing, you probably have a few more papers next week or a CJCian. Promos are over baby! Yeah I'm helluva glad that it is. I shall now revel in my new found temporary freedom during the course of these 6 days or so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me kiasu or whatever but to ensure that my brain won't melt into mush, I actually borrowed a book from the library to read during my break. Haha! An Agatha Christie. Reason being, I haven't read her books in a long time and every time I borrow them I'll return the book two weeks later, unread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, today was quite the drama, even for me. I envisioned my morning on the last day of Promos to be a serene one. One that would go smoothly.. but oh how wrong I was. You know, I think its funny (and irritating) how certain events happen when you least expect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall list the things that happened to me this morning and you be the judge. In order of occurence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bus and, being me, I was totally immersed in reading my notes and all. Then I realised that the bus was jerking. Annoyed, I looked up and to my horror the bus driver was looking through this file which I assumed contained the route plan. In my mind I was like, 'omg! wtf is he lost!'. And at that he pushed the brakes, looked towards us commuters and spoke something in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That confirmed it, dear ol' bus driver was lost. Can you believe that? He lost his way. I'm not stereotyping alright but judging from his accent, he was from China.. -nods- That wasn't the only thing that pissed me off. The Chinese commuters did not even BUDGE to help the poor guy. I mean, COME ON PEOPLE. I would have helped if I knew the route but I didn't cus the driver went wayyy off course. In the end, some of the Indian commuters helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traumatised, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the drama didn't stop there. I rushed to Tamp MRT station and boarded the train. Note I was going to alight at Tanah Merah. So after Simei, heading towards Tanah Merah the train stopped. The automated voice was then played and it was said that the train had to stop because of some technical difficulties. GREAT! It was the ultimate last thing I needed. Seriously la. The train was stuck there for a good 10 minutes. Pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that, the bus came quite late also. What a glorious morning now wasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha then in the afternoon, an old man from my neighbouring block tried to jump off his window. Just what is wrong with the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome weekend my friends and good luck to those taking Promos (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6849663501352721188?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6849663501352721188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6849663501352721188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6849663501352721188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6849663501352721188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-over.html' title='IT IS OVER! (:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-6203646395402676676</id><published>2008-09-20T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:54:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG PROMOS!</title><content type='html'>I have the bloody Influenza Virus! ): I can so feel it attacking each and everyone of my epithelial cells ah. Ugh so annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went to CJ to study with my favourite CJcians. :D It was rather fun and productive and I caught up alot with Casey and it was such joy to see all the familiar faces again. We must so hang out again after Promos.. After their Promos that is cus they finish two weeks after I do. Breaking fast with Casey and Janani was the bombzxzx yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatussssss! And good luck to all who are taking the Promos! This post sounds so incoherent that I don't think it is even comprehensible. Okay bye kambengs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6203646395402676676?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6203646395402676676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6203646395402676676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6203646395402676676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6203646395402676676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-promos.html' title='OMG PROMOS!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-7332923120940103506</id><published>2008-09-08T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:45:04.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ello ello ello ello vee eee;</title><content type='html'>You know, they always say that a picture tells a thousand words and quite possibly hundreds of stories. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's mine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SMUpLfyv--I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ct5pfAVlwBI/s1600-h/prawnheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SMUpLfyv--I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ct5pfAVlwBI/s320/prawnheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642618632469474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmh. Enjoy your days in school (or at home pft) my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-7332923120940103506?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/7332923120940103506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=7332923120940103506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7332923120940103506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/7332923120940103506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/09/ello-ello-ello-ello-vee-eee.html' title='ello ello ello ello vee eee;'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SMUpLfyv--I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ct5pfAVlwBI/s72-c/prawnheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-1355271742112917388</id><published>2008-09-01T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:29:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know its late but still!</title><content type='html'>So the first day of Ramadhan was pretty well spent I must say. Mugging was fruitful and so was the fasting. I should really make the most out of this month. Be focused and not get overly distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm a tad slow for this but OMG! These amazing bunch of people are coming to town! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SLv74lzHGDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xRcMGTqUe1k/s1600-h/Tracy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SLv74lzHGDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xRcMGTqUe1k/s400/Tracy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241059541013436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay fine. this picture only shows Tracyanne but I think she represents all of them la [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! Its like my prayers have been answered. So first and foremost let us all say Alhamdullilah (: And you know I was so worried that I could not get the tickets because I called Hazm and he told me that his friend could only get second floor tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND FLOOR! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 3 in the afternoon and I was still in school. SCHOOL! Having lessons! Naturally I panicked. It felt like DCFC all over again when the tickets were sold out on the first day. So yes I was determined to get my ticket. I used all my resources and decided to rely on my most useful 'resource', Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I remembered Almas having to calm me down amidst all my hyperventilation. Then it was finally settled. My mom put me through the phone with the SISTIC lady and I got my ticket. K11, first floor. Sure its not a stellar seat like some people's who queued at 10 freaking am because he had no lessons at that time but it'll do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us all pray that Stars, Regina Spektor or Jenny Lewis comes to our little sunny island. Happy fasting dear Muslim friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1355271742112917388?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1355271742112917388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1355271742112917388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1355271742112917388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1355271742112917388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-its-late-but-still.html' title='i know its late but still!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SLv74lzHGDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xRcMGTqUe1k/s72-c/Tracy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-8003894298116047793</id><published>2008-08-29T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:18:54.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the radio oh-oh</title><content type='html'>Because this is just too darn funny, I'd like to share this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny right! I like the part where he mentioned Stalin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh cheap thrills aside, today schools (except polys I guess) all over Singapore celebrate Teachers' Day. Celebrations in school kicked off with Mass Dance. Yes the Orientation Mass Dances followed by the concert. The concert was alright I guess. Entertaining to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I rushed to SJI. I've been looking forward to today the whole week. In fact, its what that's been keeping me going. The week has been so tiring. With EoM, Chem SPA, tonnes of Biology homework and Econs Test constantly depriving me of any space to breathe, I was really really glad that I got to go back to my alma mater and catch up with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt like old times. All of us in the canteen, just eating, talking about everything under the sun and just enjoying each others company. &amp;amp; Hannan just had to do his popping of carton drinks thing which was greeted by the all too familiar 'OHH'. Haha. I miss that.. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about missing things, I finally ate SJI's kickass Muslim food! Cheap and satisfying food. You can't ask for anything more than that ah, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do feel bad that I didn't manage to talk to some people as much as I liked to. Like Casey and Calvin. Especially Calvin whom I've not met in 983612894612 years. He's probably the only poly student I know who is so stressed. I mean when I look at the rest, they are all leading a very slack life. Haha. Both of them owe me stories anyway. So meet up soon people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged with the two Ibrahims after solat. And that pretty much summed up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally separate note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Guess where ____ is now?'&lt;br /&gt;'-mumbles- I dunno. Probably dating someone..'&lt;br /&gt;'Huh what? I can't hear you.'&lt;br /&gt;'I dunno. Where is ____'&lt;br /&gt;'He went straight home.'&lt;br /&gt;'Huh what? Serious? Like right after school?'&lt;br /&gt;'-nods.'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but I felt quite.. disappointed. Oh well -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to any teachers reading, Happy Teachers' Day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8003894298116047793?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8003894298116047793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8003894298116047793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8003894298116047793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8003894298116047793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-radio-oh-oh.html' title='on the radio oh-oh'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-326058991907196905</id><published>2008-08-23T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:32:07.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Helloooo blogging world! Some are probably wondering why I disappeared so suddenly like that and well lets just say I decided to take a hiatus and go fix something. Maybe you see no link in that but hey.. you know. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I start I would like to thank the people who have helped me through the tumultuous time. Family, Kesaven, Ami, Hazm, Taufiq, the wonderful TA girls, the entire 25/08, Farah, Liyana, Baz, Nadiah, Shaza, Maziah and everyone else who have shown support and given much encouragment. Thank you ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos are like coming and even with this so-called revival, I think I'll be posting lesser. Good luck to the seniors for their Prelims and A level preparation! All of you can do it! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-326058991907196905?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/326058991907196905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=326058991907196905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/326058991907196905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/326058991907196905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-6475683332338226353</id><published>2008-07-23T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:40:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Cab For Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1SZvhCNIY0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1SZvhCNIY0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, amazing song especially for a weather like today (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6475683332338226353?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6475683332338226353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6475683332338226353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6475683332338226353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6475683332338226353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='Death Cab For Cutie'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-4001437857132702177</id><published>2008-07-19T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:51:08.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SIHrDo03RgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZPzYhQwUbq8/s1600-h/berita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SIHrDo03RgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZPzYhQwUbq8/s400/berita.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224715490457765378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that picture says it all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's *my* personal congratulations to the awesome, kick-ass debaters who never gave up even when the odds were against them. Well I watched you guys from the very start of the whole debate and I must say all of you have improved alot. And I mean, ALOT. Especially Atiqah who was debating in English during the mock debate. Hahaha. All four of you really deserved the win  and I'm so happy that your sacrifices and hard work have paid off. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now to end off with a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SIHrDxSiJHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MI8R4eGVvgA/s1600-h/makan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SIHrDxSiJHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MI8R4eGVvgA/s400/makan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224715492729693298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice how the rest weren't ready for this shot except Syaz and I. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SIHrD7cc9iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/T4FiFv0AnFA/s1600-h/makan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SIHrD7cc9iI/AAAAAAAAAQc/T4FiFv0AnFA/s400/makan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224715495455651362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting, Kampong Melayu TJ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-le@rning week = no school = waking up late = yayness. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4001437857132702177?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4001437857132702177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4001437857132702177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4001437857132702177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4001437857132702177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-hey-you.html' title='hey hey you!'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SIHrDo03RgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZPzYhQwUbq8/s72-c/berita.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-3656850762415347190</id><published>2008-07-16T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:12:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camera obscura again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3P7NoUpsv5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3P7NoUpsv5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has this special something that just tugs me right in the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3656850762415347190?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3656850762415347190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3656850762415347190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3656850762415347190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3656850762415347190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/camera-obscura-again.html' title='camera obscura again.'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-2320323844127586569</id><published>2008-07-12T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:32:40.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious, Stupid, Weird Conversations</title><content type='html'>On giving nicknames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee : Eh help me think of a nickname for ____.&lt;br /&gt;'Ati : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mm. How about.. Ball!&lt;br /&gt;Vee&amp;amp;'Ati : O.O&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay. Hard Ball cus you know cricket balls are hard and all. :D&lt;br /&gt;Me : So it'll be like.. incoming Hard Ball! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Vee : HAHA. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On celebrating class birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ati : We should celebrate our class birthday okay!&lt;br /&gt;Vee : I think its quite weird to celebrate class birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;'Ati : No its not. I celebrated mine. 4/2.&lt;br /&gt;'Ati : -turns to me- Do you celebrate your class birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Me : ?! How? My class was 436!&lt;br /&gt;'Ati : Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On proficiency of the MRT map,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah : Mmm. I hope ____ takes the same train as us.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Where does  _____ live anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Farah : Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;Me : But we're going in the opposite direction. Yishun is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Farah : Huh? (confidently) No what. I know my way around Balbal.&lt;br /&gt;Me : I live on the Red line. *I* should know.&lt;br /&gt;Farah : No okay. Jurong is in the same direction we're travelling.&lt;br /&gt;Me : FINE. Nak bet $2.&lt;br /&gt;Farah : Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pinky hold-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah : ... Eh shit shit. Jurong is on the other side! I know I shouldn't have bet with&lt;br /&gt;                someone living in the north&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yup. $2 please (:&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/13780100-2320323844127586569?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/2320323844127586569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=2320323844127586569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2320323844127586569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/2320323844127586569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/hilarious-stupid-weird-conversations.html' title='Hilarious, Stupid, Weird Conversations'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-8935408875768950703</id><published>2008-07-07T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:06:47.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>Fk I'm feeling darn horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, new skin. A very nice one at that. Wooh. Ugh the horribleness takes away everything, including your mood. Pft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8935408875768950703?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8935408875768950703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8935408875768950703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8935408875768950703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8935408875768950703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-5054199882635332265</id><published>2008-07-05T22:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:57:38.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yo. I know its been a long since I've updated. Truth is, there wasn't anything interesting that happened. Boring days = No updates. Oh and of course there is the laziness factor. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today and yesterday were the best days of the week. I've yet to see tomorrow but I hope it is as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let me first start by congratulating the TJC Bahas team for making it into the Finals. Wooooh! You guys batu! And to Nabilah too for clinching the Best Speaker award for their match. I knew you all could do it. Last match guys. Against RJ. I find it all too familiar though. Every Bahas Finals I've attended for the past five years will have one of the Raffles Clan on one end of the table. Nothing new there. Just a thought. Haha Congrats again guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today. TPJC conducted a seminar about 'Arif Budiman'. I was half asleep but at least I managed to understand the concept of what a Budiman should be like. Give me some credit alright. It was in Malay. Haha. Met alot of familiar faces too. I was really happy to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the so-called lectures, Liyana and I cabut and set off for Operation SF, Surprise Farah. Haha. It was her birthday and we, the Kampong Melayu, decided to throw her some surprise party thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just let the pictures do the talking and narrate what happened from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-TJz6b2nI/AAAAAAAAAQE/61IcoPjlTcU/s1600-h/DSCN1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-TJz6b2nI/AAAAAAAAAQE/61IcoPjlTcU/s400/DSCN1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219552289909103218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha this was the first few seconds of the surprise. Before this, we (Ati, Dinie, Izyan, Liyana, Nadh, Taufiq and I) were preparing the candles on the cake but the stupid cake melted so we had difficulties. Then while preparing, 'Ati and Syaz were already at the entrance with Farah. So in the name of spontaneity, I just grabbed the rose we got for Farah and ran up to her and did that -points up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how surprised Farah is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. Dinie and Atiqah dared me to do that anyway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-Nfe7OYdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7WAng_l9mJM/s1600-h/DSCN1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-Nfe7OYdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7WAng_l9mJM/s400/DSCN1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546065162625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I was fiddling the rose. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-Nf4_tjHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/y9vxfCtoGfU/s1600-h/DSCN1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-Nf4_tjHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/y9vxfCtoGfU/s400/DSCN1844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546072160767090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the designated spot. She hit me with the rose. I mean who does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-N9e3u0LI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VIkVn1LZE-8/s1600-h/DSCN1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-N9e3u0LI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VIkVn1LZE-8/s400/DSCN1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546580544049330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate cake, chips and nasi ayam. That's why we're happy in this picture. We were full and endorphins were rushing through our bloodstreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, some of us went to Tampines Safra to play Foosball and Pool. Teaching how to play Pool is definitely not easy. But it was fun nonetheless. I enjoyed every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Farah Syirin. Now you can go show off your Pool skills to your cousins (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. While I was so-called listening to the lecture at the seminar I found some inscriptions on my swivel table. It went like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nama saya Joseph, saya tak ada bu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nama saya Haram, saya suka makan babi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nama saya Mas, Mas Terbit (masturbate)&lt;/span&gt; LOL!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was amused. Beats the lecture anyway. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5054199882635332265?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5054199882635332265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5054199882635332265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5054199882635332265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5054199882635332265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SG-TJz6b2nI/AAAAAAAAAQE/61IcoPjlTcU/s72-c/DSCN1843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-3152536019896793704</id><published>2008-06-27T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:07:19.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its over! No more late night mugging for me, for now at least, cus JCTs are finally over. So yes I'm gonna rejoice and enjoy this short so-called break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about mugging, I went crazy some nights ago and decided to sleep one hour before embarking on my Mugathon. Yes only ONE freaking hour. Hence I needed the Red Bull. See Nad, I have a valid reason for taking Red Bull. So on I went from 12 to 5 plus in the morning. I swear I won't do it again. Ever. I nearly fell asleep during my Chem paper the next day. Horrible thing to do if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I wasn't the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SGTxSkkWYjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KrI5Bt0bL8A/s1600-h/avi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 616px; height: 77px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SGTxSkkWYjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KrI5Bt0bL8A/s400/avi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216559569757954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avinash (ever) Reddy was doing the same thing. So I was kinda sane (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty I shall go off and do some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fatamorgana&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3152536019896793704?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3152536019896793704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3152536019896793704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3152536019896793704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3152536019896793704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-over-no-more-late-night-mugging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SGTxSkkWYjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KrI5Bt0bL8A/s72-c/avi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-8006421220143412977</id><published>2008-06-24T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:19:39.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One down and four more papers to go. GP was really okay until the Vocabulary section. Like who in the world uses 'inimical' in daily life? Or precocity for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doing my Math notes and smiling widely to myself. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap thrill? I beg to differ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs is haunting me, I swear. Gonna die for that paper. Dieeeee. Yes yes apparently the Red Bull is kicking in. Happy mugging everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8006421220143412977?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8006421220143412977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8006421220143412977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8006421220143412977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8006421220143412977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-down-and-four-more-papers-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-4635599230597922726</id><published>2008-06-19T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:33:40.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="style57"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I'm bored and this seems kinda fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes/Windows Media Player/ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet&lt;br /&gt;(Straight and direct. Wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Fidelity - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;(Haha. Yeah probably maybe I am abit on the loyal side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;Lovestoned - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah totally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Do It - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;(I just did it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Au Revoir Simone&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh to touch the stars eh? Fascinating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Us - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;(Mmm. Right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (Cover) - Benjamin Gibbard&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA. This is hilarious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken - Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;(Oh come on. Not true, not true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Stop The Beat - Hairspray Cast&lt;br /&gt;(Lol, go figure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Just Fine - Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;(Excellent answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want to See You - Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;(Now that's just wrong. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Your Kisses Are Wasted on Me - The Pipettes&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;All Good Things Come to An End - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;(Hur, encouraging much but then again all things come to an end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Do Ya - Dover&lt;br /&gt;(Haha that's right, I'm going to DO you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;(I think of yellow indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Innocence - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;(Mmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Light and Day - The Polyphonic Spree&lt;br /&gt;(Eh this song is not that bad to be played at my funeral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;(Morbid interest, I have.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;The Very Thing - Stars&lt;br /&gt;(What thing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;The Flowers - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;(I spray perfume on flowers to make them smell nicer heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;You and Me - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;(Awwww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Lips of An Angel - Hinder&lt;br /&gt;(Hur right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What song would you play during your first time having sex?&lt;br /&gt;Heart - Stars&lt;br /&gt;(EH. Awesome song siolzxzx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Congrats to the Bahas people for advancing to the next round (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4635599230597922726?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4635599230597922726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4635599230597922726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4635599230597922726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4635599230597922726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-im-bored-and-this-seems-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-1463209870272853840</id><published>2008-06-17T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:10:30.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crashed. I crashed. I crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed CJ to study. And I had so much fun, didn't have trouble blending in at all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1463209870272853840?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1463209870272853840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1463209870272853840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1463209870272853840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1463209870272853840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-crashed.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-425567266297696349</id><published>2008-06-13T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:40:47.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KL trip was such a perfect getaway. I love my family (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can say the same thing for studying for the stupid JCTs. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-425567266297696349?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/425567266297696349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=425567266297696349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/425567266297696349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/425567266297696349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/06/kl-trip-was-such-perfect-getaway.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-6070232735685633502</id><published>2008-06-08T08:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:07:27.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry for the lack of updates. I just have so many things on and I find it quite hard to type out a proper entry. I wonder how Farah does it though. -shrugs. Oh and yes Ami, I'm still alive and quite well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway lets trace what I've been doing for the past two weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Manifestasi 2008 @ TPJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEspl7o4tdI/AAAAAAAAANE/BxTsF0Bo9gU/s1600-h/mani3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEspl7o4tdI/AAAAAAAAANE/BxTsF0Bo9gU/s320/mani3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209303125625189842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ones we managed to find after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEspmtNt31I/AAAAAAAAANM/H9vCDik_CbQ/s1600-h/mani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEspmtNt31I/AAAAAAAAANM/H9vCDik_CbQ/s320/mani.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209303138933006162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mardiana, Izyan, Me and Taufiq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEspm6z3CyI/AAAAAAAAANU/9hM3eTlEzx8/s1600-h/mani2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEspm6z3CyI/AAAAAAAAANU/9hM3eTlEzx8/s320/mani2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209303142582651682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the Kampong Temasek. All 20-something of them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time attending Manifestasi when it was already the third or second time for most of the peeps. I blame it on SJI's non-melayu environment. We hardly know the existence of such stuff. Haha. I heard so many good reviews from my peers about their past productions and boy I was excited to see it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I was a tad disappointed. Maybe I expected alot more from it? Similar to what I did for Dalang, I used the RJ drama as the yardstick for this production. It might be due to personal preferences but I liked RJ's sophisticated plot better. Though TP's drama is definitely a hell lot funnier. Talking about funny, I retold the plot to my mom and she actually liked it.. which was quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the dikir and tarian performances were the bomb! Their hard work paid off and they received an excellent response from the audience. You just have to be there to see it for yourselves. The Juara and Karut for the guys were awesome but that can't be said for the Juara for the girls though. I can't remember the girl Karut's voice though.. Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it was a great night and TP really pulled it off anyway. So well done (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 4PM Bahas (Debate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call on Manifestasi night itself from Dinie who used Nabilah's phone (I wonder why) to ask me to support them for debate. Being the so good friend I am, I went all the way to NUS the next morning to give them my moral support. Izyan and Nadh came too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsutvhNd6I/AAAAAAAAANs/0axQlu-zTDc/s1600-h/bahas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsutvhNd6I/AAAAAAAAANs/0axQlu-zTDc/s320/bahas3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209308757368862626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izyan was still fascinated by her Mosaic function thing. Haha. We were at the canteen scavenging for food but MOST of the nice food were gone. We wanted to eat at Megabites but it was closed for cleaning. I mean what are the odds. Tsk. We  then went to the canteen and sat at the table above. It was in front of some noodle shop and we were already discussing of what to buy. When we wanted to actually order, the pakcik said there were no noodles and apparently he was cleaning his stall too. I mean, WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we proceeded to the hostel, stomachs empty and hearts broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsut5aaxrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aKfe-bH3U60/s1600-h/bahas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsut5aaxrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aKfe-bH3U60/s320/bahas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209308760024729266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The debaters! (: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsusu_ieWI/AAAAAAAAANc/m4CqfZbmqpI/s1600-h/bahas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsusu_ieWI/AAAAAAAAANc/m4CqfZbmqpI/s320/bahas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209308740047763810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsutJrmI_I/AAAAAAAAANk/pOUxMEj_m28/s1600-h/bahas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEsutJrmI_I/AAAAAAAAANk/pOUxMEj_m28/s320/bahas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209308747211875314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still fascinated by the mosaic function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debaters managed to advance to the next round so yeah congrats (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Negeri Sembilan Trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really really excited for the trip. Being in a kampong, away from everything else. Awesome and therapeutic though SOME may disagree. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs6DW3Yh5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/_-ULLSBm8nI/s1600-h/bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs6DW3Yh5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/_-ULLSBm8nI/s320/bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209321223336003474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farah and I had the biggest bags. Haha. She was step-rugger with the bag la. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride to Pelegong was really long. We entertained ourselves by playing Taiti, singing and basically talking crap. I tried sleeping but it was sometimes too noisy. We reached the place and were formally introduced to our foster parents. It was a pity that I didn't bring my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5TEjJaBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Hygzq5zxbV8/s1600-h/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5TEjJaBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Hygzq5zxbV8/s320/bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209320393785567250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture. We were so happy. The story behind this picture is that we were so bored staying at home and decided to explore the kampong. Lo and behold, we found our playing ground, the sungai (river).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we had our kampong tour. It was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5Tup3yJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_nKBvkWtz_I/s1600-h/fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5Tup3yJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_nKBvkWtz_I/s320/fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209320405088061586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fishing ala kampong style anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5T_vqB7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/YcfPFshiR00/s1600-h/goats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5T_vqB7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/YcfPFshiR00/s320/goats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209320409675728818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a goat farm. 193 goats in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5UGTIfTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TBKPDBN4BKM/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs5UGTIfTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TBKPDBN4BKM/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209320411435138354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the creepy tree. If you look closer, the branches are umm reaching to the ground and became the roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs6C6Cyz5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/v0Np5hLZwTo/s1600-h/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs6C6Cyz5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/v0Np5hLZwTo/s320/DSC03321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209321215599234962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night was Cultural Night when Atiqah and I were the pseudo newly weds. But really, they made the ceremony so much real and similar to the real one. Haha but we had fun, didn't we Atiqah? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day was ExploRace. Kinda like Amazing Race la. My group consisted of Kabeer, Nabilah, Hasiah and small Haziq, Haha. Haziq made alot of noise throughout the whole thing and I actually layaned his antics. In a way, he reminded me of my brother at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs_RoQFx-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/v7rcZek8QNU/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEs_RoQFx-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/v7rcZek8QNU/s320/dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209326966079342562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That afternoon plus plus, we boarded the bus and went home. Some cried while some rejoiced. I had mixed feelings. We stopped by KFC for dinner. It was the most kecoh dinner. I mean look who's beside me. But I don't blame her, a big humongous fly dropped into her drink. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh after that dinner, Kabeer and I discovered that Hubba Bubba is a real chewing gum brand and we laughed like madmen. Hahaha! For the uninformed, watch this clip (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hph-naNORE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hph-naNORE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which may not be on track but ohwell. I'm scared shitless for JCTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an amusing note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEtEC0HoqnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ioSWSPvRlyI/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEtEC0HoqnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ioSWSPvRlyI/s320/funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209332209125206642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-6070232735685633502?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/6070232735685633502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=6070232735685633502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6070232735685633502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/6070232735685633502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SEspl7o4tdI/AAAAAAAAANE/BxTsF0Bo9gU/s72-c/mani3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-5230636529162978888</id><published>2008-05-28T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:24:58.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When everything around you seems so chaotic, I guess we are lucky that we can turn to two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Quran and the Hadith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at peace now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5230636529162978888?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5230636529162978888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5230636529162978888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5230636529162978888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5230636529162978888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-everything-around-you-seems-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-211189039619371681</id><published>2008-05-27T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:52:22.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey. I know that this space has been quite stagnant and I really blame the fact that I've been reaching home at 9plus every day. And oh, of course my laziness and lack of inspiration to blog. It is not really my fault, youknow. Well.. to a certain extent at least. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since it is the only event that is fresh on my mind right now, I shall talk about Mardi Gras(sss!). Mm overall I had much fun. The atmosphere in TJ was at its funnest! Seriously, when else can you ever get to see students and teachers alike dress up in crazy and wacky costumes? Haha. Never have I ever seen so many colourful costumes at a school event. Some costumes like Mimes, Gypsies, The Mask, The Flintstones, Neo from the Matrix are only some which I can remember. I had fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardi Gras also marks the end of the Dikir Barat season this year. I was quite sad that I goofed up the first song but nevertheless I redeemed myself in other songs. Heh. And YAY. I was so happy that my parents, Kesavan, Hazm and Ami came down for Mardi Gras! ((: All of you rock/stone (paper and scissors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had MCS Camp. I have no comments about it but it was really tiringgg. And the 3-hour Hustings the next morning didn't help in revitalising any senses at all. At some point, I was wishing for Heaven and Earth Green Tea. Yeahh I'm random. So after that, the Kampong Melayu went to have lunch, lepak, play games, camwhore and the likes. It was rather fun but awfully tiring. Oh yes, the fact that I didn't sleep the night before added alot to my irritability level. It was at 'Intolerable for ANY nonsense' stage. But I'll save that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some pictures! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVjLGH6TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eHQfJah1Wvs/s1600-h/collage3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVjLGH6TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eHQfJah1Wvs/s400/collage3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205058963351529778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A collage of Pre-Dikir performance (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVkLGH6VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jVkXZNvUBNU/s1600-h/weapon-chicken.png"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVkbGH6WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/S4INdpxYq4c/s1600-h/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVkbGH6WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/S4INdpxYq4c/s400/marissa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205058984826366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marissaaaa! :D&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVkbGH6XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wpzET8JAJ9k/s1600-h/farahh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVkbGH6XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wpzET8JAJ9k/s400/farahh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205058984826366322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farah Syirin! (in her prom dress) (:&lt;br /&gt;(don't mind the face. no really don't mind it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwWk7GH6YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xtztkOJc5oM/s1600-h/kampong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwWk7GH6YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xtztkOJc5oM/s400/kampong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205060092927928706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cikgu's Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVjrGH6UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IzliXZV8Pdg/s1600-h/jkns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVjrGH6UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IzliXZV8Pdg/s400/jkns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205058971941464386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PRE-Hustings. You won't want to see POST-hustings. It was a harsh but needed experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVkLGH6VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jVkXZNvUBNU/s1600-h/weapon-chicken.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVkLGH6VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jVkXZNvUBNU/s400/weapon-chicken.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205058980531398994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. Mazmo is too darn funny. So awesome in capturing such unglam moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I went home happy but tired.. or so I wished. Well it was only true for the latter. I did not go home happy. You see, as mentioned in several paragraphs above, my irritability level was really high and I was clearly not in the mood for any funky mambo-jumbo nonsense or anything along that line. There I was, getting myself comfortable in the bus, hoping to just doze off till I reach Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, my wish was not granted. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what goes through the mind of a human being or does anything goes through it for that matter. I was simply appalled. Not forgetting lost for words, speechless and dumbfounded as well. It was something I rather not think about but somehow it just kept coming back, bombarding me with more and more questions. Don't ask me why, but I kept entertaining it so much so it became too irritating to actually bear. Not that I didn't want to end it. I did. Every single effing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided to not bother anymore, concluded the argument and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I walked into my room with a , and I quote, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakkenasepak&lt;/span&gt; face' (that's 'face like want to whack' for you non Malays) and went to take an hour long shower. Yes I love long hot showers. They are the best remedies for headaches and other assorted problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is turning to a narrative instead of a reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my point is, there is a certain limit that one can really take. This includes nonsense. I hate it when people actually deduce wrongly and form their own contorted assumptions. If you have something to clarify, ask. And by that I mean ask properly and not have this rude intonation, thinking that people will succumb to your demands just because they're scared of you. Oh yes, mind your language as well. Basic courtesy anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually tired of this and I really don't see a need for me to even explain myself. I have done nothing wrong and many can vouch for it. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-211189039619371681?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/211189039619371681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=211189039619371681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/211189039619371681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/211189039619371681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDwVjLGH6TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/eHQfJah1Wvs/s72-c/collage3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-5223197036246234296</id><published>2008-05-19T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:19:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDF9qFyFaGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_6hjlBku-O0/s1600-h/mardi+gras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDF9qFyFaGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_6hjlBku-O0/s400/mardi+gras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202077206649858146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COME FOR MARDI GRAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be performing and 25/08 is setting up our very own stall! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(yes I think its getting very apparent that I'm experiencing a lack of inspiration to blog properly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5223197036246234296?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5223197036246234296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5223197036246234296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5223197036246234296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5223197036246234296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/05/come-for-mardi-gras-ill-be-performing.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SDF9qFyFaGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_6hjlBku-O0/s72-c/mardi+gras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-5866075462373010852</id><published>2008-05-17T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:20:14.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm such a good friend and because my long time tablemate asked me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a233/vanyl/volunteersposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="609" alt="" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a233/vanyl/volunteersposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; READ THE POSTER! thank you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-5866075462373010852?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/5866075462373010852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=5866075462373010852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5866075462373010852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/5866075462373010852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-im-such-good-friend-and-because.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-3514157989228421011</id><published>2008-05-16T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:27:50.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200964303314053202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="440" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SC2JelyFaFI/AAAAAAAAAME/mxt3IL979Lc/s400/rockonmyanmar.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are free tomorrow and have nothing planned, please come down to Fort Canning Park to rock for a good cause. 12 / 15 dollars only! Tickets will be sold at the gate so you don't have to book your tickets in advance. Remember its for a good cause (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wow I was certainly much amused this week. Not quite by the antics of my Melayus or 25/08 but rather by something said by one of my schoolmates. Laugh. Out. Loud. Well, someone has definitely reached a new low&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-3514157989228421011?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/3514157989228421011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=3514157989228421011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3514157989228421011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/3514157989228421011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-things-first-if-you-are-free.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp2.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SC2JelyFaFI/AAAAAAAAAME/mxt3IL979Lc/s72-c/rockonmyanmar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-1125032568804546545</id><published>2008-05-13T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:21:57.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I know this is very the WOLS but its better late than never. And besides, quite a few have been bugging me for an entry, particularly on the RJC Drama Production which happened just a few days ago. I brought along with me a battalion, 18 men (and women) strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dalang&lt;/span&gt; was the title of the production and honestly I didn't know the meaning of that word until I read the subtitles in the final scene. Haha but its not the first time anyway. I had trouble understanding the title of the RGS Drama Production two years ago too until someone explained it to me. Yes my Malay vocabulary is that bad. I ordered 17 tickets for that night and the fact that it wasn't free-sitting and number of orders wasn't confirmed till the very last day made it so difficult for me, and Haslina as well. So thank you girl for being so patient and paying the tickets for us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into the auditorium with a certain yardstick to measure its quality and that was the RGS production, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prolognya, Epilogku&lt;/span&gt;. In my most honest opinion, I prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prolognya&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I'm dissatisfied with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dalang&lt;/span&gt; or anything but, in terms of plot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prolog&lt;/span&gt; is better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dalang&lt;/span&gt; had an unexpected, though cliche, ending but I guess &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prolog&lt;/span&gt; had a cooler ending. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;As for the acting, I think most cast members were pretty spot on in their portrayal of their characters. Special mention goes to Haslina, (again. I can't help it, you were really great) Fawaz and Arina. Puspawati was so comical and lightened the tension of the play which was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love the music and visual effects. Backstage crew rocked as well. The props were removed efficiently and quickly.  So all in all, the night was great fun. I enjoyed myself thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SCmv-1yFaCI/AAAAAAAAALs/dzOrL6LfjVE/s1600-h/cgkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SCmv-1yFaCI/AAAAAAAAALs/dzOrL6LfjVE/s320/cgkid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199880738899847202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh! I find this kid so cute! We (Syaza, Taufiq and I) were playing with him during intermission. Then during curtain call, we got to know this little boy was related to the RJC's Cikgu who was sitting two rows behind us. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SCmv_FyFaEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0jeklXNi5uk/s1600-h/mnf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SCmv_FyFaEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0jeklXNi5uk/s320/mnf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199880743194814530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marissa and Fadhilah! My saviour and the lembab one! Hahaha. Thank you Marissa for your company AND doing my sleeves for me. And eh Fad?  Don't sleep on your Econs notes lagi boleh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SCmv_FyFaDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-zraaLa00Vg/s1600-h/metau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SCmv_FyFaDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-zraaLa00Vg/s320/metau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199880743194814514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is awesome. I'm hot-red while Taufiq is cool-blue (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardi Gras is NEXT Friday and I'm gonna be so busy with stuffs. I'm glad for the people who continue to brighten up my days. Like the Melayus and 25/08. Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1125032568804546545?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1125032568804546545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1125032568804546545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1125032568804546545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1125032568804546545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SCmv-1yFaCI/AAAAAAAAALs/dzOrL6LfjVE/s72-c/cgkid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-4483437694926099773</id><published>2008-05-07T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:50:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School. School. School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. One syllable. Six letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that school has the ability to take over my life and totally ruin my normal routines. My schedule is greatly affected and living so far from school is not helping at all. To summarise it all up, I'm tired, dead tired. Physically, mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4483437694926099773?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4483437694926099773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4483437694926099773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4483437694926099773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4483437694926099773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/05/school.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-9088047673777767356</id><published>2008-04-27T09:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:06:35.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend couldn't be any better. I'm not even kidding. It is by far the best weekend in a rather long time. And here are three reasons why (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7ClFpj4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/sHy21rpyikg/s1600-h/bahas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7ClFpj4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/sHy21rpyikg/s400/bahas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193770817022431106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, what can be sweeter than victory. I'm so happy for the SJI Bahas team. Finally (or as Cikgu will put it, 'Akhirnya!') the title has come back to Malcolm Road. Considering that this was our third meeting in the Finals, one can say that SJI and RGS knew each other well, perhaps too well. In addition to that, they met in the Semi-finals before this round as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure was on both teams to win. RGS, to retain their title. SJI, to claim back what they lost two years ago. It was an interesting debate. I kid you not, every moment was worth watching. The celahans (Point of Information) was quite heated especially during the Penggulungs' (Final Speaker) round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the announcement of results. Actually before that was the review of the debate. I found the guy really irritating. I mean his tone was so biased and he kept criticising how SJI lack concrete evidence. Pft. So yes, results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila got Best Speaker for that round and Jean (pronounced as John) clinched the Overall Best Speaker award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, after much suspense, SJI became Champions again. I swear I can just stay in that moment forever. Everyone was jumping, cheering and clapping. Woww. Then we did our signature pump-fisting cheer and to tie things up, the J-O-S-E-P-H-S cheer which I miss so much btw. Mmmh. I need to go back man. Anyway congrats Cikgu and the debaters. Hidup Pasukan Bahas SJI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (ii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBQC-FFpj8I/AAAAAAAAALc/NPTZhtHig-I/s1600-h/chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBQC-FFpj8I/AAAAAAAAALc/NPTZhtHig-I/s400/chelsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193779535806042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Manchester United &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eno&lt;/span&gt;ugh said. The results is self-explantory. And it totally doesn't matter that Man U has a healthy goal difference. Chelsea &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Man U. Period. (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (iii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7C1Fpj6I/AAAAAAAAALM/FhiwcyQkMU8/s1600-h/malays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7C1Fpj6I/AAAAAAAAALM/FhiwcyQkMU8/s400/malays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193770821317398434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7C1Fpj5I/AAAAAAAAALE/yBWjXjOmKLo/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7C1Fpj5I/AAAAAAAAALE/yBWjXjOmKLo/s400/jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193770821317398418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the ascending height from left to right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBQGyVFpj9I/AAAAAAAAALk/rnPcrA3MGzk/s1600-h/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBQGyVFpj9I/AAAAAAAAALk/rnPcrA3MGzk/s400/reflections.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193783731989090258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely reflections, lovely friends (: (Spot me, spot me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least, our sweet escape to Changi Airport. It was so therapeutic and worth it. A lunch which lasted for more than one hour at Popeye's was great fun. Haha. Somehow watching Popeye and Bluto fighting over Olive reminded me how I used to watch that cartoon series religiously. Every 9 pm, I would switch to Cartoon Network and watch that. Ahh those were the days. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we visited the viewing malls. Both T1 and T2. Charades and Truth was so fun. Nevermind that we looked like idiots who just came out of the mental hospital, randomly laughing hysterically and doing stupid stuffs. We had fun and you didn't. Hah! I kid, I kid (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a random picture from the Youth Forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7C1Fpj7I/AAAAAAAAALU/8h20RElnHZE/s1600-h/tyf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7C1Fpj7I/AAAAAAAAALU/8h20RElnHZE/s400/tyf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193770821317398450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was backstage and we had nothing better to do. Haha. People kept saying I looked pretty with make-up that day.. Mm. I think I shall take that as a compliment. Credits to Izyan for the pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes. As her Best Friend #1, I shall pray for Farah. May she get what she wants by 11.59pm today and may her mom be convinced to buy her new shoes. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-9088047673777767356?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/9088047673777767356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=9088047673777767356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/9088047673777767356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/9088047673777767356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-weekend-couldnt-be-any-better.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/SBP7ClFpj4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/sHy21rpyikg/s72-c/bahas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-1070521066465535419</id><published>2008-04-24T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:48:09.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it has been such a long time since I've last updated this space but its not that I mean to let spiderwebs take over. Truth is, I've been planning to write an entry for quite some time now but I procrastinate. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Youth Forum. Dikir Barat. Floorball. Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those few things have been taking up almost all of my time these days. Sigh I really wish I have the time for myself, and solely myself, sometimes. So yes I can't wait for the June Holidays but even that I have doubts of having such a luxury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-1070521066465535419?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/1070521066465535419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=1070521066465535419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1070521066465535419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/1070521066465535419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-i-know-it-has-been-such-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-4232780748400501958</id><published>2008-04-14T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:22:53.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Hey V.. Mm how was your race?'&lt;br /&gt;'(with a straight face) Ceylonese.'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh... okay. So how was your race?'&lt;br /&gt;'Ceylonese!'&lt;br /&gt;'Uh, what? V.. I'm not asking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; race.'&lt;br /&gt;'OH. HAHAHA. OMG.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ahhhhhhhhh! -incomprehensible whining- WHAT is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;karat nonsense&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. Karat nonsense? Tak boleh angkat manzxzx. But hey these are the things which make school more bearable and enjoyable I guess? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-4232780748400501958?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/4232780748400501958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=4232780748400501958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4232780748400501958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/4232780748400501958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-v.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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-13780100.post-733103439040751071</id><published>2008-04-06T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:52:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/R_je7tQwr_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ij-ER42wlq8/s1600-h/melayus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/R_je7tQwr_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ij-ER42wlq8/s400/melayus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186140088260669426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us, Melayus, at TPJC supporting Dinie who took part in the Pidato Competition. I think we made the most noise in the auditorium la. Whether it was to complain about the near sub-zero temperature of the auditorium or singing and translating 'Dyan Yulaiha' in English, we were just so kecoh. And congrats to Dinieee Munchkin! Dikir Prac after that was just too hilarious. And apparently I just can't stick to my promise I made on Friday.. Mm I think the phrase 'refrain from' will replace the 'must not' bit in that particular clause. Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures will be up cus I'm waiting for Shakira to send me the MCS Trail pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the vicious cycle starts again tomorrow. SIGH. And and for some reason, I felt so melancholic and angsty today. Yeah I blame Farah for that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Man Utd drew with Middlesbrough!! :D :D This is so exciting. I can't wait for next Sunday.  Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; can happen. Well maybe except Derby winning the whole EPL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-733103439040751071?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/733103439040751071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=733103439040751071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/733103439040751071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/733103439040751071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-us-melayus-at-tpjc-supporting.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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://bp0.blogger.com/_iZp9pWW3QOY/R_je7tQwr_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ij-ER42wlq8/s72-c/melayus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13780100.post-8392630975608630933</id><published>2008-04-01T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:43:12.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two things I refuse to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How flu just completely ruins your life. It affects your breathing, throat, appetite and even hearing. Yes hearing. Well, cus when you have to blow your nose and somehow some sort of pressure thing blocks your ear.. I don't know how to explain. But that, bugs me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus fever. I don't get the hype, at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13780100-8392630975608630933?l=innocent-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/feeds/8392630975608630933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13780100&amp;postID=8392630975608630933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8392630975608630933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13780100/posts/default/8392630975608630933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innocent-face.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-things-i-refuse-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08748542956116163935</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>
