<?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-15214680</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:54:13.548+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Arguments'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Results'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='blogthings'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Words of concern'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Opinions'/><category term='Assigments'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>From Syahidah With Love ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>391</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4295972594739160899</id><published>2009-03-12T14:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:25:20.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I can't dream yet another dream</title><content type='html'>I finished my last paper yesterday, happily. Exams are over, baby! :D Felt a huge huge sense of relief after Tourism paper. Stayed up til the wee hours to study was worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be out on 1 April, after 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Year One. Hello, Year Two! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAKAK:&lt;/span&gt; Syahidah, you have to learn how to cook this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; I don't want. I do not know how to cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAKAK:&lt;/span&gt; Learn! You have to. You are turning twenty next year. Twenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Oh God! Please do not remind me, man.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate being reminded of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, holidays are here. I really need a break badly. I do not know how I'll spend my days, but I'll spend it wisely. I'll learn how to cook, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want you back in my life&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm breathing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;; Breathe Easy - Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a lot of old school songs lately. Last week was Britney Spears' week. This time round,I'm addicted to Blue. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lee Ryan is super hot!!&lt;/span&gt; I got to know of Blue from a primary schoolmate of mine, Khamsheena, way back in 2002. I loved Blue eversince I heard their first Single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Rise&lt;/span&gt;. And I remembered being so sad knowing they broke up about 3 or 4 years later. I'm stuck listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe Easy&lt;/span&gt; now. I seriously do not know how many times I kept replaying the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people. I take back my words. I'll inform you guys if I've changed my URL or number, okay. A couple of beloveds ask me not to be uncontactable. LOVELOVE! I'll inform. Don't worry. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be updating my blog much from next week onwards. And maybe, I'll be on a so-called hiatus. It's the holidays. Nothing interesting usually happen on holidays. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to have another Uke session tomorrow, but is cancelled. Hopefully soon. I'm super looking forward to having another session with the dearest ones. In the mean time, I'll just play my Uke to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next update, beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4295972594739160899?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4295972594739160899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4295972594739160899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4295972594739160899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4295972594739160899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-dream-yet-another-dream.html' title='I can&apos;t dream yet another dream'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1818361323358730495</id><published>2009-03-10T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:03:51.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arguments'/><title type='text'>We're falling apart, aren't we?</title><content type='html'>Had our argument yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And it kinda got out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;And you're not going to talk to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry if I was rude to you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to help me to salvage this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I failed to save our relationship last time.&lt;br /&gt;I really need you, now.&lt;br /&gt;I need your help on this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;What happened yesterday was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;What's becoming of us?&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/15214680-1818361323358730495?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1818361323358730495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1818361323358730495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1818361323358730495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1818361323358730495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-falling-apart-arent-we.html' title='We&apos;re falling apart, aren&apos;t we?'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7553136151201661151</id><published>2009-03-09T15:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:34:11.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>If I Were A Boy ; i swear i'll be a better man</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FhqpHOycV7A&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/FhqpHOycV7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="150" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1bDhoA1VdA&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/J1bDhoA1VdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="150" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFbxNIxbY3M&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/rFbxNIxbY3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="150" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better in Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by best friends, Erin and Roxanne.&lt;br /&gt;(Rin on the Rox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super love their voices. Especially the voice of the girl on the left, Erin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, BZC paper was okay except I got the format wrong for Report. I had no time to brood over it in school just now 'cause the dearest girls always, forever making me laugh. And thanks to Syahrum who said I could do it. (: Not gonna be sad about it, anyways. But overall, it was kinda easy, I must say. I got B for my presentations so I hope when I get my results later, I'll stay at B maybe 'upgrade' to A! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing tomorrow! All the best lah iye, Syahidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart hurts. Again. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like changing my URL and my phone number. And tell no one about. I wanna be unreachable and uncontactable for the time being. Hehe. Perangai sungguh, eh? We'll see how it goes lah okay. Don't ask me why I'm acting this way. Some people may know, some people may not know. And no, I'm not problematic. Not really not problematic, actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some studying to do, beloved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather makes me wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow, fringe, grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i do not know what i want for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7553136151201661151?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7553136151201661151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7553136151201661151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7553136151201661151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7553136151201661151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-were-boy-i-swear-ill-be-better-man.html' title='If I Were A Boy ; i swear i&apos;ll be a better man'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6628838221478939385</id><published>2009-03-06T15:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:17:48.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Better In Time</title><content type='html'>I was really free and I read back most of my past posts. And I hate to say it, but I cried. I really miss the past. The ups and the downs. The highs and the lows. And I still remember what Mom said about three years ago, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau aku mataer kau, aku pon tinggalkan kau seh&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. Kinda straight forward, huh? And I think just reading the quote what Mom said had already made you guys think what kind of a person I was then. I hope I'm not like that old Syahidah now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe my English was horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLMB's SYF on 31 March. I wanna go! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Nadiya, I don't have to sit at the corridor. Adek aku da balek. Bukan adek aku je. Ayah aku pong! Hahaha. Terimah kasih atas cadanganmu iye? HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study as much as possible by tonight 'cause tomorrow evening my family and I might be going out. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're my most missed memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6628838221478939385?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6628838221478939385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6628838221478939385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6628838221478939385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6628838221478939385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-last-words.html' title='Better In Time'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1947493445482930262</id><published>2009-03-05T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:14:08.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;CRAMPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;HUNGRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KNOWLEDGE-LESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody, anybody please remind me to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Text me in capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;I won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody, anybody please call me and scream, telling me to study.&lt;br /&gt;I won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Somebody, anybody please kick my ass and tell me to study.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving permission to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO NOT GONNA DO WELL NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;AND I WILL ONLY HAVE MYSELF TO BLAME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1947493445482930262?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1947493445482930262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1947493445482930262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1947493445482930262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1947493445482930262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored-cramps-hungry-knowledge-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1125782197088827598</id><published>2009-03-04T14:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:06:34.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I used to think I had the answers to everything</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a dream. I used to dream of becoming a musician playing for big big orchestra or a symphonic band. I used to dream of becoming a great trumpet player, wanting to go to another country, do concerts with other great musicians. I used to dream of becoming a band conductor. Dreamed of conducting school bands, students under my baton. Dreamed of being there with my musician students on their day of SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think of sacrificing anything as long as I am a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a dream. I dream of becoming and working as a counselor or a psychiatrist. Help people to go through their life as smooth as possible. I dream of having my own office, with a couple of or three frames of pictures of my loved ones and beloved friends on my table. Visiting my clients at their home. Waiting for my clients to come to my office after appointments have been made.  I love helping people, not working under or for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I was a little girl, I used to dream of playing the piano, guitar and also the violin when I'm older. I kept pestering Mom to sign me up for piano classes. I loved watching the Bond Girls. I loved hearing to Maksim's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I still love hearing to the Bond Girls and Maksim. Now that I am older I am going to fulfill little Syahidah's dream. Not now, though. In the future. I'm not becoming a conductor. But doesn't mean I've given up on my love for music. Like they say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once a musician, Forever a musician.&lt;/span&gt; I will still learn to play new instruments. I have many musically-talented friends, I'll get help from them. (:&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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4xDSFYOsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/X5-BezJLc80/s1600-h/P1004473.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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4xDSFYOsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/X5-BezJLc80/s320/P1004473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309234943180159682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my little precious.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to know that someone else is using it now. ):&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4yEfiry1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PNjZ_XkT6vc/s1600-h/P1004460.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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4yEfiry1I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PNjZ_XkT6vc/s320/P1004460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309236063484234578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss doing marching.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing drillings.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing the punishments.&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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4yReeMaoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OWHl4FfueWY/s1600-h/001-011354-09APR07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4yReeMaoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/OWHl4FfueWY/s320/001-011354-09APR07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309236286535264898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss performing for concerts.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going for SYFs.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss being the Section Leader.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4zgvs8S6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/r-sHLiq6Oz0/s1600-h/Ukulele+Group.jpeg"&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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4zgvs8S6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/r-sHLiq6Oz0/s320/Ukulele+Group.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309237648370191266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was taken last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Still learning the Uke. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music plays an enormous part in my life. It's in my blood now. Never will I ever give it up. Never. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1125782197088827598?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1125782197088827598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1125782197088827598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1125782197088827598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1125782197088827598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-used-to-think-i-had-answers-to.html' title='I used to think I had the answers to everything'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/Sa4xDSFYOsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/X5-BezJLc80/s72-c/P1004473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6357449306718838677</id><published>2009-03-03T15:38:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:30:40.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Remembering Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SazfJIm_oaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sMlku9C2Kwc/s1600-h/2972689321_97d422a04e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SazfJIm_oaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sMlku9C2Kwc/s200/2972689321_97d422a04e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308863408785826210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched My Bloody Valentine with Aizat yesterday. A movie date I planned a couple of weeks ago. It's an M18 movie so no surprise it consists of some nudity or sexual scenes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's funny how i set my eyes, staring at Syahidah, and thinking, "Has she turn eighteen yet?"&lt;/span&gt; - Aizat. Jahat kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty gruesome movie, I must say. 3.5 - 4/5, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for sending me home despite the super heavy rain.&lt;/span&gt; Aizat fell sick because of that, and I feel guilty. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Dyla's Mom for the lunch treat. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week and I've not started my revision. I'm so gonna do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; well. So sure my GPA won't be 3.3 again. I just hope I won't get all Cs. Just all B or 2 Bs and a C. I'm not chasing As this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my revision tonight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done reading the last installment of the Twilight saga - Breaking Dawn - a couple of days ago. Yay me! Now, I'm bored cause I have no more books to read. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Shit. I'm so irritated now. They are really getting on my nerves. I can't eat in peace. They keep looking at me. What? Do I look like a celebrity or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Kakak:&lt;/span&gt; No. You look like a freaking gossip girl from Si Ling Sec.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D My sister's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nadiya Dearest, do not be sad okay? Things will get better soon. Pray hard, beloved. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for yesterday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:60%;" &gt;isly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6357449306718838677?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6357449306718838677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6357449306718838677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6357449306718838677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6357449306718838677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/remembering-monday.html' title='Remembering Monday'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SazfJIm_oaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sMlku9C2Kwc/s72-c/2972689321_97d422a04e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4701519340066587244</id><published>2009-02-27T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:37:22.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Light on</title><content type='html'>Movie Date - Postponed.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Date - Postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending most of my money on F&amp;amp;B. And when it comes to the days where I have to meet my friends for the above mentioned, I have to postpone it 'cause why? I'M BROKE! Thanks to my forever-craving-for-something stomach. I hope this forever-craving-for-something feeling will go away soon 'cause its comes only when I'm close to that time of the month. Cumbersome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit are happening to me, but I'm still looking at the brightest side 'cause it's the only way for not to feel down. I know I have people I could talk to. And I have Allah. He will help me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing my blog song. My current song is so slow. Nice but super slow. It's only for the broken-hearted. I don't think I am. Am I? Whatever. I need something upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened in school just now. Ms N was being super duper nice. She's always nice lah, but she was extra nice today. First she did not scold when she saw Dyla and I eating in class. Instead, she patiently told us to eat outside the classroom. Then, she let us off 30 minutes earlier. Super cool gitu. But something happened after school. I shall not disclose it. Over the moon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Kelly(Wan Hui)'s last day of school just now. She'll be schooling at RP soon. She wrote a letter to the class and Achie read it. It was really heart-touching. I thought losing a classmate doesn't make much difference. But I was really wrong. Three (including Kelly) have gone, another classmate will be leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding people is never the best solution. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last ukulele lesson later! I can't wait! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSUMPTION - ACCUSATION - CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hate this theory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go, beloveds!&lt;br /&gt;Chiao, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;may I answer that question of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4701519340066587244?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4701519340066587244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4701519340066587244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4701519340066587244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4701519340066587244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/light-on.html' title='Light on'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5877244022790108943</id><published>2009-02-25T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:06:37.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><title type='text'>Another random things about Yours Truly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Flirtatious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouflirtatiousfearlessfactualorfriendlyquiz/flirtatious.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing, talkative, and incredibly social. You love swapping stories and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're optimistic and enthusiastic. You're both good at being a cheerleader and at cheering people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very charming person. You make connections easily, and you love harmless flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your charm can turn against you. People tend to think you're a better friend than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouflirtatiousfearlessfactualorfriendlyquiz/"&gt;Are You Flirtatious, Fearless, Factual, or Friendly?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Crave a Blissful Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesunsettest/sunset-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your dream is to live a light hearted, carefree life. You don't want to be bogged down by stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'd like to recapture some of the playfulness and innocence you had as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You believe that life should be about celebrations and fun. The world needs more happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You want to focus on the positive and stay optimistic. It's too easy to get depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesunsettest/"&gt;The Sunset Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Vampire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouavampireorawerewolfquiz/vampire.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are charming, sensual, and even a bit manipulative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't help but get people to do what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have sharp senses and a strong predatory instinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You go after what you want, without mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While you have the heart of a killer, many people are drawn to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are elegant, timeless, and mysterious. You are the ultimate fantasy object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouavampireorawerewolfquiz/"&gt;Are You a Vampire or a Werewolf?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so much better now! I have not done this for a pretty long time. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Happy Birthday Haru! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5877244022790108943?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5877244022790108943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5877244022790108943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5877244022790108943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5877244022790108943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-random-things-about-yours-truly.html' title='Another random things about Yours Truly.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-8354752428333939777</id><published>2009-02-25T15:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:02:32.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things about Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; My name is spelt S-Y-A-H-I-D-A-H, not S-H-A-H-I-D-A-H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; It is pronounced as SHA-HI-DAH not SAYA-HIDAH ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; I finished reading 5 books within a month. Done with 6th and 7th, proceeding to the 8th. COOL OR WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; I'm afraid to say that I'm a bookworm. But I still don't think I am. At least, not yet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; I miss my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;I played the trumpet before, learning to play the ukulele currently. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;At times, I prefer to be around my guy friends more to my girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; I'M NOT A FLIRT, if that's what you are currently thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; I really miss band life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11)&lt;/span&gt; My friends said I am the most girl-iest girl they've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12)&lt;/span&gt; Some of my friends said I have a big ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13)&lt;/span&gt; I actually have to agree with (11) and (12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14)&lt;/span&gt; My bedroom is forever in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) &lt;/span&gt;I am in love with Edward Cullen. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16)&lt;/span&gt; I'm abandoning Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17)&lt;/span&gt; I always spend 3/4 of my money on food. That's the reason why I'm always broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18)&lt;/span&gt; I think I have low blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19)&lt;/span&gt; I fell off my aunt's bed when I was little. Face down. Ouch, I know. That explains the 'curve' on my forehead. (DO NOT stare at me like I'm a weird girl after this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20)&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm addicted to FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21)&lt;/span&gt; I don't really watch the TV now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22)&lt;/span&gt; I ran for almost 40 minutes last Friday. Amazing Race! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23) &lt;/span&gt;My mind is super fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24)&lt;/span&gt; I am ONLY good at Captain's Ball. (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25)&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna continue reading after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;- This was posted on my FB on 11 Feb. Nothing was edited. (:&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/15214680-8354752428333939777?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8354752428333939777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=8354752428333939777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8354752428333939777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8354752428333939777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things about Me'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7824464442331163358</id><published>2009-02-24T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:22:54.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden change.</title><content type='html'>I desperately need some time alone. Soon. I do not know how soon is soon, but as soon as possible. I'll be taking my exams next two weeks and after that I'll have my tranquility. I need to breakaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine, though. If that is what anyone cares to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again when I feel like it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To you, I seriously do not know what the hell that was about.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7824464442331163358?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7824464442331163358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7824464442331163358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7824464442331163358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7824464442331163358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-desperately-need-some-time-alone.html' title='Sudden change.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2763964351315628811</id><published>2009-02-21T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:39:58.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assigments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Family Potrait</title><content type='html'>I am suuuuuuuper sleepy. Suuuuuuper tired. Maybe, I should stop reading books til late at night. I'm on to my forth and last installment of the Twilight saga - Breaking Dawn. If only I have this reading attitude in 2007, I probably would have done better in my languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Mom became a nursery teacher, she would not stop singing Nursery Rhymes. Trust me, she sings them everyday. And some, I've not heard before. Mom's currently listening to 'lullaby' through cassette. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cassette is so vintage.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think (some) Singaporeans has been lacking of courtesy and manners. We've been umpteenth times reminded to let the the passengers alight the train before boarding, but obviously some people are either acting dumb or seriously dumb. Agree? Example was just now, I was about to alight the train when a man stood in front of me, trying to rush for seats. The doors just opened, for God's sake. Do not have to rush, right? Irritating. Encountered numerous cases like this, and I am so sure this lacking of manners/courtesy thing is not gonna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects. Projects. Projects. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is definitely wrong with my phone. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing Kekasih Gelapku just now and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: Stop singing! Your voice is not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: At least my voice is not hoarse. ( Mom's having sore throat, btw. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: You said my voice is like a ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: (cutting off) Hoarse. H-O-A-R-S-E. And I thought you're good at English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: This is not hoarse. It's husky you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: Ya right, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: You said my voice sounds like a horse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: (showed face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is so cute. I am so lucky I am her daughter and she's my Mom, though at times she does get on my nerves. Hahaha! (: I am sure my Mom feels like that too. And I wanna know how she and Dad bring us up. They always have to face our ever-changing behaviour. My sisters and I have, quite a number of times, randomly asked Mom this: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom, have you ever gone crazy bringing us up?&lt;/span&gt; And I think she had. Haha. I super love it everytime Mom and Dad playfully argue. She will always say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I tak suka you tau! Orang nama Sani selalu jahat. Orang nama Muhammad Sani lagi baik. Sapa ada nama Muhammad selalu baik.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZ_-19GjXyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7KYbhfhRNiY/s1600-h/family+talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZ_-19GjXyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7KYbhfhRNiY/s320/family+talk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305239088954302242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edited by Kakak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am today is all because of them.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm missing you again.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2763964351315628811?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2763964351315628811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2763964351315628811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2763964351315628811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2763964351315628811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-potrait.html' title='Family Potrait'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZ_-19GjXyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7KYbhfhRNiY/s72-c/family+talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4492309800750720291</id><published>2009-02-18T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:28:58.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>the trouble of love</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that all about? I have doubts about trusting you. I have this feeling, a strong one, that you're faking everything. It's like you're lying to me, indirectly telling me to back off. Are you? Well, if you are, I won't hate you. But I won't regard you as my friend anymore. Not an enemy either. Acquaintance sounds perfect. Don't worry, I'll not jump into conclusions. I don't do that. I'm not like that. I'll just have to be careful with you, not totally believing your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look very fragile, I won't confront you. Not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be wrong. I might be wrong about this. I might be wrong about you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm writing about you out of sudden. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that you've made a huge impact in my life, even though we were together for only about 102 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know this, but those 102 with you were the best part of the climax of my life. Although we always had our quarrels almost every week. Hahaha. I was really happy being with you. And yes, you were the best damn thing that ever happened to me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things have changed now. Somehow, we are already not close like how we used to be. I'm very afraid that we will fall apart in the future. I hope you won't forget about me, because I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was a bitch to you those 102 days. I'm sorry for all the scoldings, the talk backs. Not even once you scolded me back because I know you loved me more than I expected you to. Thank you for that. I'm sorry I was mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing got to do with what I texted you just now, kay? I typed this few days ago. Just wanna publish it at correct timing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will always be your first kan? I'm sorry what I replied last night.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is really a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me, being there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;for&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tomorrow marks the 3rd year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4492309800750720291?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4492309800750720291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4492309800750720291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4492309800750720291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4492309800750720291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/trouble-of-love.html' title='the trouble of love'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5022353305726724244</id><published>2009-02-18T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:10:18.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>infatuation</title><content type='html'>For the first time after so looooong, I cooked for someone. Cooked for 5 peeps actually. But I didn't cook alone, of course. Dyla was helping me. Or I think, it was me helping her. Or maybe, us helping each other. Whatever it was, I hoped the food was good. Was it good, Aizat? We're sorry for the late birthday 'gift'. And sorry if the food wasn't nice, I do not know about Dyla, but I surely never did that kind of cooking before. I don't cook! Do not know how to. Memalukan, kan? Shame shame. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Monopoly with Aizat, Hidayah, Aizat, Dee and Mudd after lunch. I was all confused 'cause the last time I played Monopoly was close to a decade ago. Really. But strangely, I was richer than the others. But I had to go home soon cause suddenly this little heart of mine made problem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I have a couple of my friends who are in the same situation as I am in now - chest pain problem. No, I am not glad that they are sick. It's just they understand me a little more better, how I'm feeling etc, when the heart starts to hurt. Mom bought for me Vicks, and that's very sweet of her. ILY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends have been telling me to go to the National Heart Centre. I think it's gonna be quite expensive. Dad asked me to ask the nurse/doctor whether the money can be deducted from his Medisave Account or not. But, let's say it's possible, kesian Ayah tau. Thousands of dollars had been used up for Mom's ops and chemo therapy. (She's doing very very fine now, anyways. Working as a teacher at a nearby nursery. ((: ) And with economy down like this, I do not wanna touch Dad's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat, I'm still waiting for your piano recordings. ((: Treat it like as it's a suuuuuper belated birthday gift from you to me, okay. Be glad you don't have to fork out any money. So, give that Dota and Counter Strike a rest, and play the piano. THANKS baybeh! Don't make me wait for too long. I requested the recordings more than a month ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPS cancelled tomorrow. So, class will start at 12. Thank Allah for that! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old woman suddenly shouted at me, Dyla and Nadiya early in the morning just now. I won't type what she shouted 'cause I think it was kinda racist. But all I can say is that, she shouted she was not treated fairly in a hospital. So, I guess she was complaining about her stay in IMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Anoop Desai and Danny Gookey from the American Idol are hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Bye, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5022353305726724244?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5022353305726724244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5022353305726724244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5022353305726724244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5022353305726724244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/infatuation.html' title='infatuation'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6151732111108505857</id><published>2009-02-18T07:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:11:09.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Nurul Sakinah</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/7293/keenacs5.jpg" alt="/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, NURUL SAKINAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year older, (I hope!) a year wiser. Welcome to Sweet Sixteen! Growing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt;, you have to remember to be a little more responsible, alright? I'm not being sarcastic, eh! Can't believe time has flown past so fast. You're graduating this year! All the best for your N Levels.&lt;br /&gt;Da 16 takmo step kakak eh! You're still (and always be) my lil sister. I'm still (and always be) your Kakak. ((:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, SWEETHEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVELOVELOVELOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6151732111108505857?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6151732111108505857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6151732111108505857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6151732111108505857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6151732111108505857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/nurul-sakinah.html' title='Nurul Sakinah'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2323415093389727639</id><published>2009-02-17T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:38:08.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody fetch me from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody, please, send me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2323415093389727639?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2323415093389727639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2323415093389727639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2323415093389727639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2323415093389727639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/eclipse.html' title='eclipse'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-8602663016619098174</id><published>2009-02-16T20:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:49:59.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>it's all coming back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZlZYUxthQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2iR2ottYKo0/s1600-h/a9a6fdd2.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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZlZYUxthQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2iR2ottYKo0/s320/a9a6fdd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303368310634415362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; 19TH &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NUR&lt;/span&gt; AIZAT!&lt;/span&gt; ((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon of today at Dee's (Aizat's friend) house. We had other plans, initially, but as always our plans changed. Had my lunch there. Cooked by Dee's mom. Seeedaaapp oi! Peeedaaass! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart hurt again after that. Hee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for the concerns, anyways. ((:&lt;/span&gt; Mint, Airah, Mud, Azhar were there too. Haziq's bro came along after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Dyla and I did the washing of the dishes. When we were done, suddenly the bowls fell by themselves and 1 was broken a couple cracked. GUILTY! Sorry, cik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with BZC slides now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, chiao. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:5;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;thinking about the past,&lt;br /&gt;it's been years.&lt;br /&gt;despite what you've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;how you hurt me with just your words,&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that i could still love you this long.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's coming back.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh god, please no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&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/15214680-8602663016619098174?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8602663016619098174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=8602663016619098174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8602663016619098174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8602663016619098174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-coming-back.html' title='it&apos;s all coming back'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZlZYUxthQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2iR2ottYKo0/s72-c/a9a6fdd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3875712866718524252</id><published>2009-02-13T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:28:06.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>you're my angel, my light</title><content type='html'>Today, Friday the 13th - My day was filled with joy and laughter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank you, Shameer, for the rose. It was very unexpected. And you're the first guy ever that had given me flower. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Wee Kiong, for that super duper sweet message. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Syahrum, for the sweet during the ukulele session. I was still sleepy, though. But still, thanks. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bik Jawaher has already given birth to her second child. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nur Dhalia Insyirah.&lt;/span&gt; 14th grandchild. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people for making my day a happy one. ((: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seriously love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as always,&lt;br /&gt;am always excited seeing you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3875712866718524252?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3875712866718524252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3875712866718524252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3875712866718524252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3875712866718524252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-my-angel-my-light.html' title='you&apos;re my angel, my light'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4115588547610294019</id><published>2009-02-10T16:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:27:11.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Always, and I'll be there</title><content type='html'>I'm almost done with New Moon. Moving on to Eclipse soon. Don't be wow-ed. Some of my friends did that to me in school just now. I do nothing at home except reading. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the characters of Twilight and I remembered Syahrum said I looked like Alice Cullen, the first time he saw me with my short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZE7-iqZqQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jkIsuAjKloM/s1600-h/2036412492_a147b2f8d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZE7-iqZqQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jkIsuAjKloM/s320/2036412492_a147b2f8d9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301084182034360578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZE7-tR3QiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NgUYDr2dRWQ/s1600-h/2993588298_77053a0aca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZE7-tR3QiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NgUYDr2dRWQ/s320/2993588298_77053a0aca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301084184884232738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is Ashley Greene aka Alice Cullen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahrum said she looked pretty. So in other words, indirectly .... :DD HAHA! Anyways Syahrum, I'm still pretty shocked Ms N thought that way. Very out of sudden. And why did you not remember what she asked?! Hot story tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told there would be performance tomorrow - Valentine's Day Special. I'll sure be there. A favourite song will be played tomorrow. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be attending a carnival at Macpherson ITE this Thursday. I hope, I'll bump into Amirul. I really wish to see him! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suria is playing Anak Metropolitan right now. Gee. How many times must AM be showed over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZFAvPSzUpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/z-I4u-AjoTs/s1600-h/l43953689757_8403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZFAvPSzUpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/z-I4u-AjoTs/s320/l43953689757_8403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301089416695206546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can't wait! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZFCBqtw4zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CPwxqNqyMOo/s1600-h/n891820018_1651440_6288.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/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZFCBqtw4zI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CPwxqNqyMOo/s320/n891820018_1651440_6288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301090832805323570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to Nurilyani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEAREST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;PRINCESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily gf! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's just not that into me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4115588547610294019?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4115588547610294019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4115588547610294019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4115588547610294019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4115588547610294019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-and-ill-be-there.html' title='Always, and I&apos;ll be there'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SZE7-iqZqQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jkIsuAjKloM/s72-c/2036412492_a147b2f8d9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2365363265219624178</id><published>2009-02-09T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:39:48.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thanks For The Memories</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was pretty great although I was the only Year 1 student in my group. While the girls were together in the same group. But it was all about being independent, baby. I didn't actually feel very lonely. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Amazing Race on the first night. We ran for almost about 40 minutes. It was freaking tiring and I was pretty surprised I did not give up! It was worse than 2.4 km, trust me. And I could jump from one bench to another without any problem! Surprising. Cool or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was the awesomest ever. Had 8 elements after breakfast. Freaking cool. Did the Trust/Confidence Fall. And again, I was glad I had no problem falling. I ran up the stage, my back facing the members, closed my eyes and fell. WHEE! Another fall was the free fall. IT WAS FREAKING COOL! Should have recorded it and post it here. It was freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Boating after that. Super duper tiring, but awesomely awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night, Karaoke night and Midnight Movie - The Love Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking tired when watching the Love Guru. I went to sleep on the floor, below the chairs. It was nice until Nadiya and Dyla woke me up to sleep in the bunk. While once I laid my body in the bunk, I was already gone. Freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day was all about prize giving and all. Surprisingly, my group won first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm aching all over. I need neck supporter for my neck (duh!). I need someone to massage me. I skipped school today, by the way. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could rest the whole day today, but Dad asked me to accompany Kakak to take her certificate from her school. Kesian kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;W tomorrow. OMG! I wish I could skip school again. It feels like holiday is here. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy as of tomorrow. I'm supposed to have lunch date with a friend last week, but I was freaking busy. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I'm free, I'll text okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done reading Twilight. Moving on to New Moon. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;AMIN!: I had so much fun! Take care too dearest! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Xida: He didn't ajak lah. He just asked how things are now. And you got a real good memory! Hahahah. I forgot until you said that. Good good! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Luqman: Had my first lesson last Friday. Freaking cool!&lt;br /&gt;Airah: Alright baybeh, take care too! ((:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2365363265219624178?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2365363265219624178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2365363265219624178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2365363265219624178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2365363265219624178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks For The Memories'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7164104382796852759</id><published>2009-02-06T07:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:08:58.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>three cheers for five years</title><content type='html'>Quick quick post. A quick one before I'm off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the sixth.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 60th month to Kakak and Khalil!!&lt;br /&gt;One of the seleger-est guy, I've ever met. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should start typing Abang Khalil.&lt;br /&gt;Err. No. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Cheers for Five Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVELOVELOVELOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done reading all of my five novels within a month.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading Kakak's Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super in love with Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;He is super totally HOT!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready to declare myself that I'm a bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;Eww. I just said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shahidah, how's your distant cousin?&lt;br /&gt;Still got chance to be your cousin-in-law tak?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;He contacted me back yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I was over the moon. :DD&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, Shahidah, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;another night, another dream wasted on you&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/15214680-7164104382796852759?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7164104382796852759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7164104382796852759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7164104382796852759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7164104382796852759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-cheers-for-five-years.html' title='three cheers for five years'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7332421061902606935</id><published>2009-02-05T08:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:10:24.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SYo1lGgfEfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yyl1kdQKgNg/s1600-h/girl_ukulele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SYo1lGgfEfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yyl1kdQKgNg/s320/girl_ukulele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299106823073108466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baybeh. I'm gonna learn to play the Ukulele for three Fridays starting by tomorrow. (: Finally! Another instrument to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could be the next Jason Castro performing in front of the audiences singiing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Cool huh? Or maybe, I'll dress up wearing straw skirt, with flowers around my neck and perform for any upcoming performance in school. HAHAHAHA! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be going for a camp tomorrow. SBSC Camp, to be exact. I don't exactly know what it stands for. School of Business and Service Club, maybe. So can't wait! Amazing Race. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DRAGON BOATING!&lt;/span&gt; Night Activities. Midnight Movie. Cool shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently pretty stressed up. So I think the Ukulele thing and the camp are perfect for me. This heart has to heal. The pain has to fade away. It's okay if not fully fade away, just hopefully I won't be hurt that much again. If not, I have no choice but to ask Ayah to send me to the hospital. God! I hate hospital so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiter now than usual. It's not because I'm withdrawing from the people around me. But to relax myself. The heart aches even more now although I've already been to the Doctor. I think it's better for me to be left alone for sometime. So yeah friends, do take note of this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friendster is currently about 85% dead. I'm more active on Facebook now. [ida1312@hotmail.com ADD ME!] I'm thinking of deleting Friendster. But most of my friends there do not have FB, so how eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost nine in the morning now. I have to get ready. Or poor Dyla will have to wait for me. She always waits for me 'cause I'm always late. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beautiful minds, I'm sorry I have not been replying to your tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm no longer important to you now.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking the words of wisdom;&lt;br /&gt;Let It Be. (:&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/15214680-7332421061902606935?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7332421061902606935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7332421061902606935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7332421061902606935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7332421061902606935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SYo1lGgfEfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yyl1kdQKgNg/s72-c/girl_ukulele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2328030693153470093</id><published>2009-02-03T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:41:24.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>never again</title><content type='html'>The Doctor said my heart ached due to stress.&lt;br /&gt;Stress? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it is hurting again.&lt;br /&gt;Aching more than the previous many.&lt;br /&gt;Stress? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I had hell loads of fun in school today.&lt;br /&gt;I was super over the moon after school ended.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't it hurt when I was talking to the Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with one of my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Somos Novios.&lt;br /&gt;Sung by Andrea Bocelli and Christina Aguilera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2328030693153470093?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2328030693153470093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2328030693153470093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2328030693153470093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2328030693153470093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-again_313.html' title='never again'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3664171395629912236</id><published>2009-02-02T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:45:43.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>the other world</title><content type='html'>Currently I am so in love with LAKSAMANA SUNAN! ((: He isn't real, btw. He's just the main character from the novel I'm currently reading. He is just super perfect. God, I'm 'in love' with someone who doesn't exist. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm thinking of seeing the doctor again tomorrow. The heartache doesn't seem to fade away. It has almost been a month now. But I'm scared lah. What if the doctor scolds me? This will be my second time seeing the doc just 'cos of this ache. And I hate the ECG. It really makes me uncomfortable. I'll have to lie down and the doctor will stick the wires on me. And the worse thing is I'll have to swallow the capsules for sure. GOD! How eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year is all about meeting my old friends again. Two Fridays ago, I met Illyas. The last time we saw each other was 2002. And we met again 7 years later. I met Kak Diana and Abang Rezzal at the Banquet just now. It has been about 4-5 years since I last saw them. And I met Sakinah at Boots and Shoes! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing a lot of things, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss going for band practices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my bandmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss playing my precious trumpet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss 2005.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss 2007.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss doing SYFs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss going for outdoor activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss OBS Camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;Imissyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I can't wait for July. HARRY POTTER!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Happy Birthday Airah! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3664171395629912236?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3664171395629912236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3664171395629912236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3664171395629912236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3664171395629912236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/02/other-world.html' title='the other world'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1892071730779530860</id><published>2009-01-30T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:28:59.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>I won't tell how my days were these days. 'Cause if I say they were good, the next moment things will turn bad. It happened many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that shits did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Girlfriend, I don't think I can pretend anymore. Really. It's just too much. Thank you for telling me or else I think I would still be in the dark. (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can trust anyone anymore. Really. All the problems I'm facing, I'll just keep it to myself. I won't burden anyone with my problems anymore. I'll just bottle it up like how I bottled everything up in 2007. And when things got a little too much, I'll just scribble it down. It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is happening now, I'm very sure there's wisdom behind every of it. &lt;em&gt;"Today's thorns is tomorrow's flowers."&lt;/em&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;AMIN! Thanks for text messagin me just now! ILY! IMYT BUDDY! And and congratulations again! Future accoutant, baybeh. ((:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of something so sweet just now. Somehow I wish it will come true, but another half of me hope it won't. But really, the dream was super sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been giving in to people. Sometimes it really kills me and I think I'm being unfair to myself. But let's think, if I'm firm or strict, some people will think that I'm a strong-headed, egoistic bitch. Let's think again, if I'm very lenient, people may think that I'm a stupid, naive little asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how? I don't know. I don't wanna please people anymore. I mean, I have to at times. But most of the times, I wanna be myself. Get what I mean? You have to &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;, and I mean &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; know me, before judging. Come on, who the hell you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She looks like a Minah Rep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Really? Have you seen her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. Really, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hate this kind of people. I'm not saying I've never judge people. But seriously, if you wanna judge, firstly look at my face, secondly know me very well. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1892071730779530860?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1892071730779530860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1892071730779530860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1892071730779530860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1892071730779530860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5696483482576088069</id><published>2009-01-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:33:18.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>what hurts the most</title><content type='html'>Harap maklum. Post ini akanku mengetaip dalam bahasa ibundaku iaitu, Bahasa Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku sungguh terperanjat beruk setelah kawan baikku mencerita kepadaku tentang kelakuanmu. Tidakku duga kamu tergamak melakukan perkara itu. Sungguh tidak menyangkakan. Ku rasa tidak perlu lah kita berapat lagi. Apa maknanya? Tidak ada maknanya. (: Akan tetapi, ku tidak akan memutuskan persahabatan yang kita bina selama ini. Ku cuma hanya mahu mengundur diri. Mungkin buat seketika. Atau mungkin buat selama-lamanya. Tetapi tolonglah, jangan kamu fikir ku mahu kita menjadi musuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengerti nggak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau sesiapa yang tergigit cili itu, kamu mungkin lah orangnya, iye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Bahasa Melayu tonggang terbalik. Akan kita ketemu lagi di lain hari ya rakan-rakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku sedang berasa sungguh tertekan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap maklum. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5696483482576088069?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5696483482576088069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5696483482576088069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5696483482576088069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5696483482576088069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-hurts-most.html' title='what hurts the most'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4352261034079495168</id><published>2009-01-26T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:09:48.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>lights on</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Tadaa! I'm back! (: My hiatus is freaking short, I know. Call it a blessing or what, but eversince I updated my previous post, thing have been going on pretty okay. Although some stuffs are still left hanging. Not great, but just an okay. It's better than feeling down. I'm right, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart has been hurting for the past few days. Last time the doctor said it was something like heatburn or whatever it was called. He also said I was having gastric which is weird cos I don't remember suffering from any stomach pain. He advised me to avoid coffee and spicy food. But I don't think coffee is the cause of the pain, cos I haven't been drinking coffee for months now! And I don't really take spicy foods now cos eversince that day, when the doc asked me not to eat any spicy stuffs, I can't even stand a slight hotness. You understand, don't you readers? No? Nevermind. What I'm trying to say is that I think the doctor has casted a spell on me. Kay, merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to see the destist too. This dangling thing irritates me a lot. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing project to be due this Friday and we're not halfway there yet. Project-ting at Nadiya's crib tomorrow. Please, baybeh wake up early. When I'm in the bus, on my way to your house, do not text/call and say you just woke up. I'm so gonna smack your face. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I passed my Marketing. 60%. Not that good, I know. But hey, I passed! I know I asked my friends for help (hee!), but I think I only asked 2-3 questions. The rest I did them on my own, okay. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done. My plan was to update about what has been happening the past days, but nah. Malas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and! I bought 2 more novels. Which means I own 5 novels within three weeks. 3 books down, 2 more to go. Gee! I wonder since when I've started to become a bookworm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, officially done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ireallymissyou.): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4352261034079495168?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4352261034079495168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4352261034079495168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4352261034079495168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4352261034079495168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/lights-on.html' title='lights on'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-9192595145810971678</id><published>2009-01-22T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:26:14.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do we go from here</title><content type='html'>I'm somewhere in school now. Walked out of class just like that. I've told already in the previous post that I'm not in the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just sucks. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not going the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Dyla. Pour out my feelings, my opinions, my thinking. Thank God, she's there when I needed a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked to me too. Pour out her feelings, her opinions, her thinking. Thank God, I was there when she needed a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going on hiatus after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from everything. From anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nadiya, ILY sweetie! Smile baybeh! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until when? Really, until when?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-9192595145810971678?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/9192595145810971678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=9192595145810971678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9192595145810971678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9192595145810971678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-somewhere-in-school-now.html' title='where do we go from here'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4421639230043870312</id><published>2009-01-21T09:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:27:12.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>on a verge of falling</title><content type='html'>I'm in school. I'm supposed to pay attention but I'm not. I don't want to. I'm not mood for any studying today. I came to school only for attendance. Okay, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a little better than Monday. Not much but a little. I think I need more screaming sessions. I do not wanna eat myself alive. I felt a whole lot better after much screaming and shouting during S&amp;amp;W lesson yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had confession period with the Maya Fashela after that. Super cool. Asked a question to girlfriend, and that got her thinking. And she cried. I care, really. (: I think I should ask the same question to myself too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry with you. I'm not blaming you. Really. But I'm asking, why are letting go of everything? Why are you giving up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the guy who scolded me when I touched the pull ring of the tin can?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the guy who scolded me when I mischeviously played with the broken glass?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the guy who always touches my hair and always said the same thing: Asal rambut berserak? (Why is you hair in a mess?)&lt;br /&gt;Where is that guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt DVR had their own concert one night. &lt;strong&gt;You were the vocalist.&lt;/strong&gt; Alformosi was the drummer. Singing DVR's original: These Last Words. There were fans and specators witnessing your performance. I was one of them. We clapped. We cheered. People were singing with you. They memorized your song. Standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I really do not wanna see many people's faces. But strangely, it's not yours. Despite what you done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I feel down, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts falling down&lt;br /&gt;And how I'd wished that you would be&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting there for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4421639230043870312?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4421639230043870312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4421639230043870312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4421639230043870312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4421639230043870312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-verge-of-falling.html' title='on a verge of falling'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6486793168023901167</id><published>2009-01-19T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:06:09.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>stop it, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SXQ9Bc-Nn3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/6U8xG1Z5In4/s1600-h/2333989288_53a8b917e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292922557233471346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SXQ9Bc-Nn3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/6U8xG1Z5In4/s320/2333989288_53a8b917e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm currently feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Confused.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;And you still have the audacity to say&lt;br /&gt;"Good. You should be. You're welcome. Cause that's my motive. Hate me!! (:"&lt;br /&gt;You are a human being right?&lt;br /&gt;You do have feelings too, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;Hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Sad,&lt;br /&gt;Confused.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;A simple question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trying so hard to make me hate you.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;But, you failed.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;You failed.&lt;br /&gt;You once said I was the best damn thing that ever happened in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;What you said to me earlier was hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;Stop contradicting, really.&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing this to me, now.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it me being too foolish?&lt;br /&gt;Or you, being too selfish?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6486793168023901167?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6486793168023901167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6486793168023901167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6486793168023901167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6486793168023901167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-what-im-currently-feeling.html' title='stop it, please.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SXQ9Bc-Nn3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/6U8xG1Z5In4/s72-c/2333989288_53a8b917e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2756089612316295814</id><published>2009-01-16T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:44:59.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>these last words</title><content type='html'>Hello beautiful people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, right now, I wish for the holidays to come sooner. I'm starting to be very tired. Frequent headaches. And chestpain is starting to make its nonsence again once in a while. I don't like it at all. But, it's not serious though, so don't worry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed skin again. DUH! And this current skin is exactly the same as &lt;a href="http://www.withlove-kiddobeylo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;KB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll change it again. I get tired of the same skin easily. You should know that by now. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came early for school today! WHAAAT? Yup yup yup! Dyla and I came to school early. We were only late for 5 minutes. We're usually the starkarats of the class but today we weren't. WHEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past days, my appetite is pretty poor. I won't eat for days but will only drink. Green Tea is a must. Crazy? Tell me about it. I will drag myself to the kitchen everytime people asked me to at least eat something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozPbp-tBKeo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Luahan Hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Confession of the Heart). Please don't be puzzled to why suddenly I am being very sentimental. I have always been sentimental but not to the extreme. &lt;em&gt;Tu dah melampau.&lt;/em&gt; I listen to this kind of songs sometimes. So yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't skip class anymore. And I have to be punctual always. If not I will get the warning letter from school. Haha. Ms N has already warned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i feel down i think of you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2756089612316295814?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2756089612316295814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2756089612316295814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2756089612316295814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2756089612316295814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-last-words.html' title='these last words'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1825894093207819276</id><published>2009-01-15T17:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:18:18.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words of concern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>just stand up</title><content type='html'>Finally lah kan, the Marketing CA is over! (: It was more like 'use-your-freaking-initiative' kind of questions. So, yeah. I hope I won't fail badly. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super super tired nowadays. Got scolding from Ibu yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adek! You look sick! Go and eat your medicine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No. I'm not. I'm very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go and eat the supplement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the kitchen and I don't know what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go! Eat the supplement. I've already asked Ayah to watch you swallow the pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Huh? Don't want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to swallow, by the way. Struggled a little bit but yeah. Yay me! And Ayah did not watch me. He stood outside the kitchen and watch the TV instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coughing pretty badly earlier yesterday and Aizat too kinda scolded me. "&lt;em&gt;If you don't eat something and don't take your medicine, do not talk to me. As simple as that..&lt;/em&gt;" ((: Dyla called me stubborn. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks people for caring so much. I'm feeling a little better now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my dad, he's currently not in town. He left in the afternoon just now. He's somewhere in Malaysia with his friends. And will be back in the wee hours of Sunday. I did not &lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt; him just now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah! I kinda paid attention to Mr F during Marketing lesson just now. Cool or what?! And I highlighted the important points. But I kinda side-track a little bit after that. Hee. And I sort of did the question given. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST TIME, BAYBEH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally thrown that so-called diary away. (: Don't worry Aizat, I did not write anything bad about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the song you're listening to now is currently one of my top favs. (: It's called &lt;em&gt;Just Stand Up&lt;/em&gt;. Sung by various artistes. It's dedicated to those suffering from cancer. But as for me, I think this song must also be dedicated to those suffering from other illnesses and erm, negative-thinkers, maybe? Heh. Whatever! I love it! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is stronger than you think&lt;br /&gt;It's like it can go through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think it can't it finds a way to still push on, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience for the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't believe it look into&lt;br /&gt;your heart the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you that&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, dust it off, don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you can go be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryl/Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fergie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like we all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fergie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean it got to take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta find no hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keyshia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let your mind keep playin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keyshia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sayin' you can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust if off, don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LeAnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LeAnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensemble: &lt;em&gt;CHORUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't gotta be a prisoner in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, dust it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna/Carrie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna/Carrie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will know that you're good if you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashanti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark, if you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fergie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now, find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now, find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH IT ALL, JUST STAND UP &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think positive, dear. (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1825894093207819276?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1825894093207819276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1825894093207819276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1825894093207819276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1825894093207819276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-stand-up.html' title='just stand up'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-8180339005636573431</id><published>2009-01-12T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:54:43.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assigments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my and Kakak's first day of school and Muhammadiyah. First day and was already given an assignment. We have to type out a 6-page &lt;em&gt;mini&lt;/em&gt; thesis and have to preach in front of the class. The tiny good news was, it's a pair work. But unfortunately for me, Kakak won't be my partner. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty stressed up. So many things to do, but so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marketing Test on Wednesday. (Not even a topic understood!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marketing Project. (Due very very soon, but have yet to even start.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Communications "Colours of the World" Presentation. (To be presented early Feb. Only 1/10 done.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To do the 6-page thesis by 1 Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;My eyes are hurting. Maybe I've been crying too much. I didn't know my eyes were kinda 'swollen' until Kakak took a picture of me. I looked horrible!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay da. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I'm still feeling very afraid. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-8180339005636573431?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8180339005636573431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=8180339005636573431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8180339005636573431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8180339005636573431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-my-and-kakaks-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7267316668387835578</id><published>2009-01-09T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:31:50.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>always be my baby</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought everything is going my way, today I was proven wrong. Totally wrong. It felt like the world is crashing down on me again. Cried like I've never cried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis, we apologise if we put you in trouble just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost my thumbdrive again. All my presentation researches are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I don't feel like updating this freaking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I wanna quit everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fingers are trembling right now. I do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I switched on the computer is because, I want to do the research all over again. But I guess, I'll switch it off back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard not to use any vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All you've got to do now is to pray for him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether I have to say sorry for this;&lt;br /&gt;But I've fallen for you since years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Syahidah, do not cry tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ISLY.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7267316668387835578?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7267316668387835578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7267316668387835578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7267316668387835578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7267316668387835578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-when-i-thought-everything-is-going.html' title='always be my baby'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-9209854143002451678</id><published>2009-01-08T16:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:42:19.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>So far the new year has been great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's good.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going well.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, the unluckiest thing that happened to me was I injured my finger. Helped Dyla to open her can drink but got myself hurt instead. And Mom banned me from drinking can drinks anymore. Hahaha. How cute! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound isn't really a big deal 'cause I've accidently hurt myself many times before. But my finger is really hurting. And the plaster around it irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Anyways people, I went for a haircut last Monday. A new year, a new look. (: Nak see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SWW4Lig5nxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/arBKmm2OGNo/s1600-h/DSC04252-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288835845799386898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SWW4Lig5nxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/arBKmm2OGNo/s320/DSC04252-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, no? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing CA next Tuesday. 5 topics to revise and I have not started even one. Wait, I think I do not need revise them. I NEED TO STUDY THEM! Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism project: DONE! Concentrating on Marketing project after the CA. Grr! Why must it be Marketing? Tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIN! GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR RESULTS DEAREST! CALL ME ONCE YOU RECEIVE YOUR RESULTS, OKAY? IMLY, DUDE. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Marketing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-9209854143002451678?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/9209854143002451678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=9209854143002451678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9209854143002451678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9209854143002451678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SWW4Lig5nxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/arBKmm2OGNo/s72-c/DSC04252-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1350380521010251965</id><published>2009-01-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:06:21.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>camera cachee (hidden camera)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E54xGrDcMao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/E54xGrDcMao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1350380521010251965?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1350380521010251965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1350380521010251965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1350380521010251965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1350380521010251965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/camera-cachee-hidden-camera.html' title='camera cachee (hidden camera)'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1407121546974147609</id><published>2009-01-02T12:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:36:40.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>happy new year (:</title><content type='html'>It's 2nd January. Second day of 2009! HAPPY NEW YEAR, BEAUTIFUL BEINGS! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 had been a hectic hectic year for me. I've cried too much. I've fallen sick too many times. Losing two loved ones - one passed on in Mecca while another passed away while praying. I do not want those to happen again this year. Erm, deaths are inevitable but the other two, ... I just hope I am so much happier and healthier this year. WOOHOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my last day of 2008 going to countdown at Marina Barrage. I know you guys will be like "&lt;em&gt;What? Syahidah went to countdown? OMG! That's unexpected!&lt;/em&gt;" Okay, shut up. I went there with my family. Trust me, we do not wanna go to countdowns ever again. Too many people. And worse of all, the scent of alcohol was killing me softly. I was actually recovering from fever and headache, but going there made me sicker. Shouldn't have gone there. But but, the fireworks were pretty. ((: And we reached home at almost two in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SV2dINN6rhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1rPt29wbaHU/s1600-h/FIREWORKS+COMBINE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286554301915377170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SV2dINN6rhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1rPt29wbaHU/s320/FIREWORKS+COMBINE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone wanna ask me out for the countdown 31 December 2009, please, I am saying this 363 days in advance, &lt;strong&gt;DON'T ASK ME OUT.&lt;/strong&gt; Call me boring or whatever, just don't ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions are kinda cliche for me but I think I have to atleast have one since I have none last year. Trust me, I don't stick to my resoultions. But I'm gonna try this year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, be punctual and do not skip classes. (Dear God, help me out on this.)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, be more active during S&amp;amp;W. (HAHAHAH!)&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, pay attention to class. (We're already on Chapter 6 for Marketing and I have not paid any attention to any topic. :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The followings are not really resolutions. They are more like hopes and/or wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, be healthier. So so so much healthier.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Extra much happier. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, to have the grades I had last year.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, to be wealthier. ((: I need money! I'm always broke and that's super frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's reopening real soon. And I don't think I'm looking forward to it. The only things I look forward are my dearest friends and the chicken drumlets!!! Oooh, I miss the drumlets so so so much! "Ayam lagi! Ayam lagi!" Heh. ((: My attendance wasn't good too and I have to drag myself to school early on 5th Jan onwards. Ugh! Okay, don't whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the new year. Back to January, back to square one. And I can't wait what 2009 has in store for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone. May wisdom, health and good fortune be with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to do the BC's Cultures of the world now. Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1407121546974147609?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1407121546974147609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1407121546974147609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1407121546974147609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1407121546974147609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year (:'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SV2dINN6rhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1rPt29wbaHU/s72-c/FIREWORKS+COMBINE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2690014119794909873</id><published>2008-12-30T12:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:19:03.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i hate this part right here</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;High fever. &lt;br /&gt;Wore sweater. &lt;br /&gt;Covered myself with two thick blankets. &lt;br /&gt;Wore extra shorts and pants. &lt;br /&gt;Had socks on but still I was freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;Vomited, first time after 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;Menses cramps(!!), worsen my condition.&lt;br /&gt;Head felt heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Head is still feeling very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like lying on the bed right this moment.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;My head will feel extra extra heavy after that.&lt;br /&gt;I hate medicines.&lt;br /&gt;They don't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;This is the 10th time, this year, that I had fever.&lt;br /&gt;Never happened to me before.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I counted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2690014119794909873?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2690014119794909873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2690014119794909873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2690014119794909873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2690014119794909873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-this-part-right-here_30.html' title='i hate this part right here'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-367791575492196148</id><published>2008-12-26T13:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:36:14.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, my family planned to go to Marina Barrage with Mom's side. But the plan was cancelled. So my relatives had their dinner at Banquet while my family had ours at KTM Railway Station at Pasir Panjang. After which we headed to Vivocity. Dad had earlier warned not to buy stuffs but just to windowshop. But but but.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRngfLkLvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0lhSbmoXOP8/s1600-h/Nuruls+Adidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283962070635917042" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRngfLkLvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0lhSbmoXOP8/s320/Nuruls+Adidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak edited this pictures. That's why it's "My New Adidas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRngEMbU4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/p7o0EgLg8YE/s1600-h/Keenaz+Kappa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283962063391773570" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRngEMbU4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/p7o0EgLg8YE/s320/Keenaz+Kappa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRngK2LAsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nwONdMcoa3A/s1600-h/Adeqz+Crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283962065177477826" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRngK2LAsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nwONdMcoa3A/s320/Adeqz+Crocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sisters paid for their own items but &lt;strong&gt;Daddy paid for my shoes!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super super love my shoes. The flower attracted my attention. (: Dad aked me whether I wanted a pair of Croc shoes or a pair of sports shoes. I, in the first place, wanted PUMA. But, when we went to the boutique yesterday all of the shoes have pig lining. I was pretty disappointed but these Croc shoes cheered me up. I especially super love the flowers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I had this for my supper. Big scoops of Vanilla Ice Cream. Covered with crispy prata. Whipped cream and chocolate fudge. Sprinkled with coloured rice. Hmmm... Seeedaaap tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRsVzZKZlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/in8S9MQ-qiY/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+Out+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283967384641234514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRsVzZKZlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/in8S9MQ-qiY/s320/Christmas+Day+Out+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream Prata&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this Sunday! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the reasons why December is the best month ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nis&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank you and THANK YOU! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faahKB&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha. really? thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E'zzati!.&lt;/strong&gt;: I was born in 1990. You look very farmiliar. Schooling at ITE Bishan? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidayah&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey! Thanks for dropping by! And yeah, we have feelings too. (: Take care, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luqman&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha. Yo! URL?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-367791575492196148?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/367791575492196148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=367791575492196148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/367791575492196148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/367791575492196148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SVRngfLkLvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0lhSbmoXOP8/s72-c/Nuruls+Adidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3973946996377636599</id><published>2008-12-23T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:45:17.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>what would you muslims do?</title><content type='html'>Watch this!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3jZjm8xMwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&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/g3jZjm8xMwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people call me Minah Tudung. I super hate it. Cause firstly, I know I'm not a Minah. Secondly, I am the girl who wears the tudung. Not some minah. And I hate the song Minah Tudung. Stuuuupidest song ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3973946996377636599?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3973946996377636599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3973946996377636599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3973946996377636599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3973946996377636599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-would-you-muslims-do.html' title='what would you muslims do?'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-999398736254273379</id><published>2008-12-19T13:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:46:26.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>let me go</title><content type='html'>I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you would stop messaging me.&lt;br /&gt;I am really unsure of my feelings I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;I like you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not know how much or whether this feeling will last.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I doubt you do.&lt;br /&gt;We just met.&lt;br /&gt;We just know each other.&lt;br /&gt;Actually in an actual fact, we don't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;You do not know me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know my last name.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't even know my first name.&lt;br /&gt;So please do not tell me "I really love you."&lt;br /&gt;And do not tell me I am the only girl you love.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a guy whom I loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;He promised he won't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;But like they say: promises made are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust all that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you care.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you show your concern.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I always reply your texts that late.&lt;br /&gt;But please do not call me and ask why am I not replying to your messages.&lt;br /&gt;I've told you I'm not ready and confused.&lt;br /&gt;But you told me to be convinced of myself.&lt;br /&gt;What's there to be convinced when I am really lost?&lt;br /&gt;I know you care.&lt;br /&gt;But please give me some space.&lt;br /&gt;No, I need ALOT of space.&lt;br /&gt;I've told you, do not be hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;I meant what I said.&lt;br /&gt;Please believe it.&lt;br /&gt;And stop asking whether I love/miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously got no answer for that.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go.&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be accused of playing with your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I've been there, experienced that.&lt;br /&gt;I've enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear God, help me. History's repeating itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-999398736254273379?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/999398736254273379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=999398736254273379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/999398736254273379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/999398736254273379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-done.html' title='let me go'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4079770454047595664</id><published>2008-12-19T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:27:40.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>done, dene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahidah&lt;br /&gt;Sheyda&lt;br /&gt;Eedah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psyduck.&lt;br /&gt;Betty. :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the starting of Jab We Met.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Maggi Goreng :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nurul Syahidah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I can behave like a bitch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fickle fickle mind.&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk/present infront of people.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm too soft-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javanese.&lt;br /&gt;Boyanese.&lt;br /&gt;Malay ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;Heights.&lt;br /&gt;The Dark.&lt;br /&gt;(There are still quite a number of things, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specs.&lt;br /&gt;My nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;My phone.&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS (WHEN GOING OUT):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;and watch. Or if not a bangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm still loving Backstreet Boys. :D&lt;br /&gt;Danity Kane.&lt;br /&gt;Spice Girls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being around my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Be optmistic.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be naive. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused - 2play ft Raghav&lt;br /&gt;Hello - Lionel Ritchie&lt;br /&gt;Tenu Leke - OST of Salaam-e-Ishq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I really need some cash!!&lt;br /&gt;I want shoes!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go on a holiday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not studying for PSLE&lt;br /&gt;Not studying for N Levels&lt;br /&gt;Not studying really hard for O Levels&lt;br /&gt;(Really, I'm not kidding. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'RE GIVING TO THE WORLD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Love?&lt;br /&gt;My money&lt;br /&gt;My smile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am really confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;I take a long time to bathe. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually a guy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hair.&lt;br /&gt;Personality.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes/Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I also love it when a guy wears a ring on his finger. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Firm.&lt;br /&gt;Not possesive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't run fast. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Talk/Present infront of people.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like shitting. But I can't. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I really miss playing my cornet.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss going to band practices.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah.&lt;br /&gt;My family.&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eat!&lt;br /&gt;Reading, but haven't touch any book for quite sometime now.&lt;br /&gt;Changing blogskins. (:&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;I need to really stop texting this person. ):&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping. But it's recession period. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;Change blogskin! Hahaha. As always. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR HOLIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;INDIA!&lt;br /&gt;Rome.&lt;br /&gt;Maldives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Blossom.&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup.&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE BOY’S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haziq.&lt;br /&gt;Hadif.&lt;br /&gt;Dani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE GIRL'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Afrina.&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah.&lt;br /&gt;Raihanah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Get married.&lt;br /&gt;Have at least 2 kids. :D&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy happy family. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4079770454047595664?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4079770454047595664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4079770454047595664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4079770454047595664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4079770454047595664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/done-dene.html' title='done, dene.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7214812878504546664</id><published>2008-12-17T13:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:17:30.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>once upon a december. ♥</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 13th December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNYBEem2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LttuJzyictE/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280626006835501922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNYBEem2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LttuJzyictE/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Kadi was Kak Noh's classmate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNG1p8BGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6O9R-JHDhrA/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625711713616994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNG1p8BGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6O9R-JHDhrA/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNG7bv7tI/AAAAAAAAASs/4RgtHcpmugg/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625713264717522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNG7bv7tI/AAAAAAAAASs/4RgtHcpmugg/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNGq1jM1I/AAAAAAAAASk/239920kSLns/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625708809532242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNGq1jM1I/AAAAAAAAASk/239920kSLns/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 14th December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNGt7oCNI/AAAAAAAAASc/MTZtRMcxeoo/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625709640321234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNGt7oCNI/AAAAAAAAASc/MTZtRMcxeoo/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here comes the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNGWJmo8I/AAAAAAAAASU/vPe_A5dTREM/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625703256499138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNGWJmo8I/AAAAAAAAASU/vPe_A5dTREM/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wedding Dias. Pretty kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMmWjWpiI/AAAAAAAAASM/00ItA93fGWU/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625153608689186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMmWjWpiI/AAAAAAAAASM/00ItA93fGWU/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMmWfwlkI/AAAAAAAAASE/p_hPo3O91Jo/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625153593611842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMmWfwlkI/AAAAAAAAASE/p_hPo3O91Jo/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Groom's side, Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMl3x9E9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6tjCCDFerOg/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625145348428754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMl3x9E9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6tjCCDFerOg/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Sister, Elder Sister, Cousin, Cousin's cousin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMlx3KDsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2Qwh-DRTi08/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625143759638210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMlx3KDsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2Qwh-DRTi08/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMlz75kiI/AAAAAAAAARs/vJxFVLHWHgQ/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625144316400162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiMlz75kiI/AAAAAAAAARs/vJxFVLHWHgQ/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are my aunts from maternal side at the Bride's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SUPER SUPER LOVE THE WEDDING DIAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiOz9dMTpI/AAAAAAAAATM/LLWSGB9JAFw/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280627586413383314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiOz9dMTpI/AAAAAAAAATM/LLWSGB9JAFw/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super nice kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiOzM6QURI/AAAAAAAAATE/QoTlEvzL3-s/s1600-h/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280627573381943570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiOzM6QURI/AAAAAAAAATE/QoTlEvzL3-s/s320/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my beloved nephew. Selenger bach kan? Hehe. :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, NADIYATUL AFIQAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiPw4uxxbI/AAAAAAAAATU/2e2ydvUxKgo/s1600-h/1_591774527l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280628633116984754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiPw4uxxbI/AAAAAAAAATU/2e2ydvUxKgo/s320/1_591774527l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;I super love you girlfriend! We meet up tomorrow okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiQsUnrYFI/AAAAAAAAATc/rQXuuZegUd0/s1600-h/SEMBONIA+combine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280629654215680082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiQsUnrYFI/AAAAAAAAATc/rQXuuZegUd0/s320/SEMBONIA+combine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice tak? Nice, kan? Kakak surprised me with this gift last Monday. SEMBONIA, baybeh! She has been asking me what I want for my birthday for the past two weeks. As usual, me being very fickle, cannot make up my mind. :D So yeah, she got me this purse/wallet from SEMBONIA! Thanks thanks, Kakak! I SUPER LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU! Muacks muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Kakak bought two Bonia wristlets for Mom and herself. I LOVE THOSE BONIA-ANS. Super pretty and sexy! Wanna see? And please people, we are not braded-dy or materialistic family. We just super love BONIA/SEMBONIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiTeLKSZgI/AAAAAAAAATk/9kTsJhjjmYk/s1600-h/BONIA+combine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280632709693203970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiTeLKSZgI/AAAAAAAAATk/9kTsJhjjmYk/s320/BONIA+combine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty kan?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to love Bonia about 5 years ago when shopping for Aidilfitri stuffs. Budget was 100 bucks per person. Then I saw a pair of Bonia shoes and it costed $99 after discount. And I was like, 99 bucks for shoes, $1 for Baju Kurung? So yeah. Till now, I'm still longing for that shoes! Somebody? Hahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone. Mom went out to meet her friends. Keena is having her councillor camp. Kakak and Dad are working. I hate holidays. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiW371ps0I/AAAAAAAAATs/Vu-DXtFZkRA/s1600-h/447570626l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiW371ps0I/AAAAAAAAATs/Vu-DXtFZkRA/s320/447570626l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280636450791600962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my younger sister. Super pretty kan? Pity her. Her boyfriend broke up with her two days ago. Reason: His aunt and uncle got to know about their relationship and they asked him to break up. Who's gonna believe that, tell me? Hahaha. My sister is no longer giving him any chance cos she's afraid his grandparents will get to know about their relationship also. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super love love love you, sister. You still got a long long way to go. You have given him the second chance, but he wasted it. Too bad lah kan? I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm switching off the comp soon. I'm in the mood for Hindi movies currently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm done. Gee, this is probably the longest post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, loves. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7214812878504546664?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7214812878504546664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7214812878504546664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7214812878504546664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7214812878504546664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-upon-december.html' title='once upon a december. ♥'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUiNYBEem2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LttuJzyictE/s72-c/Suwaibah%27s+Nikah+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7355745680343294419</id><published>2008-12-15T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:42:59.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>marina barrage</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXadzdNIjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mJeKYRsQCso/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279866343725539890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXadzdNIjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mJeKYRsQCso/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXaeC9mieI/AAAAAAAAAQE/z18HSWIiD4s/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279866347887954402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXaeC9mieI/AAAAAAAAAQE/z18HSWIiD4s/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The inside of some building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXae-tL7WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2mGHmNaTP1c/s"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279866363925228898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXae-tL7WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2mGHmNaTP1c/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The favourites. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXaeoCC0BI/AAAAAAAAAQU/j81bn2zw-Cs/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279866357838696466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXaeoCC0BI/AAAAAAAAAQU/j81bn2zw-Cs/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously, the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXaeKgqBpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1Zm5PWsLVz4/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279866349914031762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXaeKgqBpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1Zm5PWsLVz4/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This place is one of the coolest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbaI78LaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7c9sDRdQH-4/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279867380283747746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbaI78LaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7c9sDRdQH-4/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbZ_mNY-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Q26Z4ZkSUE/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279867377776681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbZ_mNY-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Q26Z4ZkSUE/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People of ISQ. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbZgJoKNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/UdULQrKmViU/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279867369335302354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbZgJoKNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/UdULQrKmViU/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coolest tour guide ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbZpCdEUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oXMpk7YN-0A/s1600-h/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279867371721134402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXbZpCdEUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oXMpk7YN-0A/s320/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PROVEN!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the pictures of the solemnisation and wedding tomorrow, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ridhwan for wishing on your blog. Wanna know how we became friends? Go read his blog! (:&lt;br /&gt;And sayang-sayangku, sorry for not replying your wishes. My prepaid value was low. HAHA. Anyways, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH for remembering and yeah, wishing too. :D LOVELOVELOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'vee been getting unknown calls and text messages. Popular? I wish! It is really getting on my nerves. I'm thinking of changing my number. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7355745680343294419?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7355745680343294419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7355745680343294419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7355745680343294419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7355745680343294419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/marina-barrage.html' title='marina barrage'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SUXadzdNIjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mJeKYRsQCso/s72-c/Marina+Barrage+10th+Dec+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-269803979575481133</id><published>2008-12-12T16:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:47:12.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double happiness</title><content type='html'>Quickies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School is super boring these days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Marina Barrage yesterday. Pictures will be posted, hopefully, soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think I'm falling in love. ((:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a teddy bear for pre-birthday gift. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pleasant pleasant birthday surprise from the Sexies. So touched, that I cried. :DD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 of my favourite hunks will be back in Singapore tomorrow. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle's niece's solemnisation tomorrow. The ceremony a day after that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Term break starts. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2008 is ending, fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;last but definitely not the least,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M TURNING 18 TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am super happy 'cause this year's birthday, I won't be in hospital. :DDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-269803979575481133?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/269803979575481133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=269803979575481133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/269803979575481133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/269803979575481133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-happiness.html' title='double happiness'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-424711490771105110</id><published>2008-12-05T15:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:04:20.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words of concern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>why are you looking so sad?</title><content type='html'>I hate today. Today just sucks like big time. I did not laugh out loud like I always do. Infact, I cried. TWICE! I was never looking forward to this day. I knew that I'll be in low spirit today. I did not want to cry. But as usual, I always failed. The words that were spoken to me just hurt me badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is probably one of the suay-est day for me. And all the bad things happened in the morning! Goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameer, Rajiv and Roy will be leaving Singapore for China tomorrow. And they'll be back on my birthday which is on 13 December! (: Looks like school will be less fun next week. Tsk! Wait, school is never fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you. I tried to listen to your problems. But what did you say to me? "Why should I tell you when you do not know how to console people?" And please do not say I'm Miss Perfect. If I'm perfect, I would already console you and you would already feel better. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you posted is your blog is true. People have changed. You changed. You were never like this before. Trust me. I know you since 1998. What you wrote about your loved one hurt me. I was shocked. Wait. Correction, she's not your loved one. I don't think you love her. Because she's a "dog". Canine dog. That's what you wrote in your blog. But remember, this "dog" of yours loves you. Cares for you. And has been struggling to feed you for the past 2 years. I don't think you ever realise that she cares for you. Cause if you do, you won't post that about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what you told me. "You and your ego. Change lah, Syahidah. No wonder no guy wants you." Remember that? Better remember that 'cause I still do. That hurts A LOT. But that's not the point. The point is, &lt;strong&gt;who's being egoistic now?&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been there when I needed a friend. You have always been there to listen to my problems. You have always been there to give me advices. You have always been there to cheer me up when I was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking is: Please, let me do the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-424711490771105110?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/424711490771105110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=424711490771105110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/424711490771105110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/424711490771105110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html' title='why are you looking so sad?'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1295762451339719882</id><published>2008-12-03T16:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:20:47.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>without you</title><content type='html'>A classmate of mine just lost his close friend just now. I, somehow, felt what he was feeling 'cause I too had experienced a death of a friend 3 years ago. A bandmate, to be specific. It was devastating that's all I can say. Losing a bandmate (or a friend), is equivalent to losing a family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Marina Barrage is cancelled. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPS continual assessment tomorrow. I hope I'll revise the chapters tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batam trip with the Interactors on 29th Dec to 2nd Jan. I'm wishing/hoping the girls will make it. And the triple SHAs too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amirah:&lt;/span&gt; Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amirah:&lt;/span&gt; Why doesn't your boyfriend marry you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Boyfriend? I got no boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amirah:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. I'm 18, my dear. I'm still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, kan? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were the facilitators for the last weekends' camp. It was a madrasah camp. And 2 of the campers asked me, whether I'm married or not. I was wearing a ring so maybe that's the reason why they asked me that. Super adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in-charge of children age 6-8 years old. Kakak were in-charge of the older ones. They were super michevious, especially the younger ones. And I was totally dead beat by the end of the day. A lot of arguments between the young kids. Shouting, screaming, crying, running. It was more like a child care centre whereby my sister and I have to take care of the children while the parents are working. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is what they call &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early Childhood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That was what Kakak told me when I told her I was super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amirah:&lt;/span&gt; I have a long, sweet name. Guess what is my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Erm. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amirah:&lt;/span&gt; It's Nurul Amirah Insyirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Your name is Nurul? I'm a Nurul too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amirah:&lt;/span&gt; You are a Nurul too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being 'bullied'. The girls especially kept pulling my hand. They called me Ustazah, Cikgu and Kakak. Cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna be with Kakak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, I wanna be with Ustazah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No, I wanna be Cikgu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;No, cannot. I wanna be with Cikgu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And one time, when they are about to pray for Zohor prayer, there's this girl shouted, "Bye! Kakak cannot pray!" She shouted in Malay, of course. And I was like, &lt;em&gt;Dear God. Now the whole world knows I can't pray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super adorable. Super fun but it was a once in a lifetime experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super not looking forward to Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1295762451339719882?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1295762451339719882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1295762451339719882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1295762451339719882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1295762451339719882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/12/without-you.html' title='without you'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3093316024940745509</id><published>2008-11-28T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:06:01.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words of concern'/><title type='text'>indirectly speaking</title><content type='html'>Little Sister had an argument with her boyfriend. She cried yesterday night, and I was super shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously. &lt;em&gt;A true boyfriend is a guy who will stand and support you NO MATTER what happens. And he will understand and wait patiently for you.&lt;/em&gt; By far, I don't think any guy understands how we grew up. Except for Elder Sister's boyfriend, Khalil, and probably then-boyfriend, Aizat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lil Sister, he&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; understand that our parents are super strict. Why must he scold you? It is not your fault that you guys can't meet. It's not our parent's fault either. And he feels like he has got no girlfriend at all. He had that audacity to even say that to you. He should understand you. But, does he? That's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he spit out all those harsh words to you? I seriously do not understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please little sister. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT BEG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not&lt;/span&gt; do anything he asks you to do. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not&lt;/span&gt; be weak when it comes to guys. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not&lt;/span&gt; be naive! You're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his slave. And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; apologise when it is no one's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. No one really understands how our parents bring us up. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;. Only us. Only your sisters know how strict our parents are. And we know they mean good. They discipline us well and you should be glad that they still show their concern towards us and scold us for what we've done wrong. So, don't ever think why you were born into this family 'cause for everything that happens, there's a wisdom behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not care if your boyfriend reads this. He should realise that it is not easy to make friends with Sani's and Rohayah's daughters. He SHOULD, MUST and OUGHT TO understand your situation and upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. You are my little sister. You know we care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Luckily, I'm still single. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Elder Sister, do not kembang kambing that I praise your Khalil, okay. I still kinda dislike him 'cause sometimes(most of the times, in fact), I feel he's taking you away from me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3093316024940745509?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3093316024940745509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3093316024940745509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3093316024940745509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3093316024940745509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/indirectly-speaking.html' title='indirectly speaking'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4941182291764789545</id><published>2008-11-26T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:39:42.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>LOVELOVELOVELOVE!</title><content type='html'>I've broke down numerous times this week and that is not cool. My mind is going haywire and that is not cool. I'm so stressed up with a lot of stuffs and I don't think that is cool either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did my oral presentation just now. And guess what? I broke down infront of the class. That was pretty expected, lah. Hahaha. I was freaking nervous and couldn't stand and think straight. Ms Noraini was like a mother to me just now. Sweet! Thanks to Fadilah and Nadiya for comforting me! A bigazillion thanks to those who really encourage me a lot even during and after the presentation. LOVELOVELOVE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Reduan at Breeks just now. After 11 months of not seeing him, finally we get to meet again. And he still has that sweet smile. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku cinta kamu &lt;/em&gt;(I love you). That was what Wee Kiong suddenly said to me yesterday. Sweet, kan? And Nadiya was jealous. Sorry bebeh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Aku cinta kamu juga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WK:&lt;/strong&gt; What did she say? What did she say? (Asking Nadiya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I said, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WK:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh. Juga means too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syahidah was the very first person to wish me. And yes babe, I miss and I love you. See you soon somewhere, someday. And your birtday is coming too uh.&lt;/em&gt; Quoted from Amin's blog. Sweet gitu kan kawanku yang sorang ni? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE AND MISS YOU TOO, BUDDY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many many cute, random friends. Sometimes Nadiya will jump on me and say, "&lt;strong&gt;Sheyda! Kau, aku punya bestfriend! (You are my bestfriend!)&lt;/strong&gt;". And at times, Shameer will send me Good Morning message even when we are in the class. Cute kan? I'm thankful I have wonderful friends around me. That includes you guys too, my dearest, wonderest secondary and primary school mates. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger made my night a little happy yesterday. He sang one of my favourite hindi songs. And his voice made me melt. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is pretty long. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, chiao loves. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4941182291764789545?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4941182291764789545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4941182291764789545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4941182291764789545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4941182291764789545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/lovelovelovelove.html' title='LOVELOVELOVELOVE!'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4638578665103036873</id><published>2008-11-21T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:12:21.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>it's a question after question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1)Last night, did u go to sleep happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i went to sleep, sleepy, stressed up and not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)When was the last time you changed clothes in front of someone?&lt;/strong&gt;` few days back? in front of my sisters. with my back facing them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` moody thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) What was the highlight of today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i bought 2 mega mcspicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` when i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) What happened at 3:00am today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` sound asleep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) When was the last time you took a picture with your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yesterday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Do you hate anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` maybe? it's more to dislike than hate actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Do they know who they are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` hahaha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i don't really eat peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) When did you last cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yesterday. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Have you ever collapsed on the bathroom floor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Do you have a good relationship with your mother?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yup yup. :D ily, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) When was the last time you bought something?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` just now! 2 MEGA MCSPICY! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Have you ever told someone you love them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yup yup. yesterday. to one of dearest gfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) Do you continue fighting in an argument even though you know you're wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` hahaha. sometimes. :/ i'm strongheaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Where were you ytd?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` home, school, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) Is there anyone that calls you baby?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` no one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) In the next 2 months what are you looking forward to the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i don't think i'm looking forward to anything on january. looking forward to next month though. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` next month is my birthmonth! there's nothing special on january, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) Who did you last call?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` sakinah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) What are you thinking of right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i'm so gonna eat after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) When and where was the last time you partied?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i'm a good girl. never partied. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Have you ever sat and waited for someone to come online?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31) When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i can't recall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33) Did you tell someone something today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i tell someone something everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) Do you like make-up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i dont usually wear make-up. the max: compact powder, eye-liner, mascara, lip balm. the min: naked face. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35) Do you like dressing up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i LOVE dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36) Have you ever considered a sex change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` never. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38) What will you buy next?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` shoes maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) Have any crazy family members?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` both maternal and paternal sides are crazy. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39) Are you bored?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` freakingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40) What's on your mind right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` a lot of stuffs. and seriously a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41) What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` my night gown. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42) Any plans for today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` doing that freaking project tonight. cumbersome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44) What's the connection between you and the last person that called you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45) What's your favorite Gatorade flavor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i don't drink gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46) What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` nothing. i don't keep nice sms-es in my inbox. i saved them in my 'my folders'. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48) What's beside you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` dad's spectacle's box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49) Where do you want to be right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` seriously, right now,on my bed. but i wanna eat first! .... ormaybe, i'll eat the burger on my bed. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50)what is it that you find so hard to forget?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` scars. bittersweet memories too, maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4638578665103036873?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4638578665103036873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4638578665103036873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4638578665103036873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4638578665103036873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-question-after-question.html' title='it&apos;s a question after question'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7562853986768668308</id><published>2008-11-20T17:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:20:02.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:700%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GIVE UP. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:65%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you, bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7562853986768668308?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7562853986768668308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7562853986768668308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7562853986768668308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7562853986768668308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4231687438414206267</id><published>2008-11-18T17:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:00:17.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i don't wanna be reminded</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269924868375761474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIvxyI0kI/AAAAAAAAANA/PIKd_RpmO8I/s320/Image015(01).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIvUoF2eI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RBIrH24__dA/s1600-h/13+November+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269924860548995554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIvUoF2eI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RBIrH24__dA/s320/13+November+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Syahrum! (: Sorry for not texting you for a long time, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIva8TKSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lTfb-nsKryo/s1600-h/13+November+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269924862244366626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIva8TKSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lTfb-nsKryo/s320/13+November+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Red Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIvKS-DpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5ERpYrFk5B4/s1600-h/13+November+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269924857776049810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIvKS-DpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5ERpYrFk5B4/s320/13+November+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Birthday Princess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIu7ufD0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7H6IVR65lh8/s1600-h/13+November+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269924853864927042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIu7ufD0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7H6IVR65lh8/s320/13+November+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ262XboI/AAAAAAAAANo/dVrd4FB2Oxo/s1600-h/DSC04176+cos+im+lonely+and+im+tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269926090580127362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ262XboI/AAAAAAAAANo/dVrd4FB2Oxo/s320/DSC04176+cos+im+lonely+and+im+tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269926084743030466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ2lGsZsI/AAAAAAAAANg/S9tBChYdSdo/s320/DSC04139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ2aW5NtI/AAAAAAAAANY/4p7s9EjZZUw/s1600-h/DSC04111edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269926081858189010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ2aW5NtI/AAAAAAAAANY/4p7s9EjZZUw/s320/DSC04111edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, lah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ2EXwWpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nJPp1CGp2cg/s1600-h/DSC04124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269926075956222610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ2EXwWpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nJPp1CGp2cg/s320/DSC04124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the Coolhouse. Super cool-icious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ10UCKfI/AAAAAAAAANI/wdiWr9dJKMM/s1600-h/DSC04101edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269926071645645298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKJ10UCKfI/AAAAAAAAANI/wdiWr9dJKMM/s320/DSC04101edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Botanic Gardens with my TPS project mates (without Aisah, though) yesterday. Two words: SUPER TIRING. But it was actually quite fun. There were swans and many pretty pretty flowers. Oh, the Coolhouse is super cool. The Sundial too! Hahaha. Very relaxing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we're going to Sungei Buloh. Tomorrow that is. God! I'm seriously tired. I'm persevering for the sake of TPS project. :/ My friends and I will be going to Marina Barrage on Friday. I so can't wait for that day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral Presentation on next Wednesday. I'll be the third person to present. ALL THE BEST to me. I hope I won't break down which I almost did infront of 70 plus people last semester during Business Fundamentals. I hate presenting, especially when I'm alone. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Marketing and S&amp;amp;W today. The ladies and I went to ITE Clementi to watch Aizat and his band perform. Super nicely done! I was proud! Hahahaha. Had lunch with him and the rest of his friends. I ate Chicken Rice! Yeah! I've been craving for that and finally I've eaten it. Woohoo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKR60vK_mI/AAAAAAAAANw/MhWOQKMI6CQ/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269934953751838306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKR60vK_mI/AAAAAAAAANw/MhWOQKMI6CQ/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Aizat. And my fringe looks stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are seriously killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy but I don't think I can sleep any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna lose anyone that is dearest to me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY AFIQ!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY RADEN NURASHIKIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY NURYANA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless you guys. :D&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4231687438414206267?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4231687438414206267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4231687438414206267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4231687438414206267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4231687438414206267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-wanna-be-reminded-of-past.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna be reminded'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SSKIvxyI0kI/AAAAAAAAANA/PIKd_RpmO8I/s72-c/Image015(01).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-8425095483121566040</id><published>2008-11-14T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:06:59.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i suck</title><content type='html'>I do not know what came over me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was being super angry during the so-called debate out of sudden that I almost cried.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I super hate it when I got defeated by a guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was being overly sensitive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was being extra stubborn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I think I was acting like a bitch today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That sums everything up: &lt;strong&gt;I'm an egoist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And right now, I am super sad. Danity Kane is left with only 3 girls! Aubrey and D. Woods have been kicked out. F.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kucPLhOBvVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/kucPLhOBvVo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried on the last part. Ugh! They have been together for only about 3-4 years. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was dearest Fadilah's birthday. Pictures will be up soon, beloveds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me, are you up for the challenge?&lt;br /&gt;cos my heart is damaged&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i should let you know&lt;br /&gt;my heart is damaged&lt;br /&gt;you can blame the one before&lt;br /&gt;so, how you're gonna fix it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-8425095483121566040?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8425095483121566040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=8425095483121566040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8425095483121566040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8425095483121566040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-suck.html' title='i suck'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5009682604171461811</id><published>2008-11-10T16:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:42:28.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>truly, madly, deeply</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRFA: The teachers are pretty much okay. The subjects are boring. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;LUQMAN: Trying to throw the thought away. Still hanging, yaw. :D&lt;br /&gt;NIS: I wonder how you can come early for classes. You stay in Pasir Ris. And I, am staying at Admiralty. I wish I'm not as lazy as you. Hahaha. Anyways, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;ARYL: I know you don't mean it. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the slow songs for the past few days. I'm not being emotic okay (or maybe just a little (: ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty early for class just now but wasn't punctual. Reaching class at 8.15am was quite an achievement for me okay. :D And I didn't skip any class today. Whee! That's was my first Monday BZC (Business Communication) lesson I attended. Double whee! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects and Oral Presentations. Stage fright! Stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still wondering why I am afraid to stand infront of many people. Let's see what I've done for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Primary School&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Dance performance at Harbourfront. (I was out on TV! (: )&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Performed with Class infront of the school.&lt;br /&gt;1998 - Teacher's Day Performace with Class infront of the school.&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Hari Raya Performace.&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Dance Performance.&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Did a skit on the importance of water infront of school.&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Friendship Nite Performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secondary School&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Band Performance. SYF.&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Band Performance.&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Band Performance. SYF.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Band Performance.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Band Performance. Music Exchanges. SYF. Racial Harmony Day/ National Day Concert. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the stage since forever. I should have overcome this fright but I guess I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this. I super love this commercial. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqG4M37ACuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/XqG4M37ACuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my beloved nephew's birthday. :D And it will be his last O Levels paper. Double celebration! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SRf8wc0VYYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EHV8jaEoew8/s1600-h/SDC10140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SRf8wc0VYYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EHV8jaEoew8/s200/SDC10140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266956198532702594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Just when you think everything is in your favour, life will throw unexpected curves your way. A little twist will lead to a very different fate.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. It's the 10th of November, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5009682604171461811?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5009682604171461811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5009682604171461811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5009682604171461811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5009682604171461811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/truly-madly-deeply.html' title='truly, madly, deeply'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SRf8wc0VYYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EHV8jaEoew8/s72-c/SDC10140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1163384124778094368</id><published>2008-11-07T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:32:21.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>no promises</title><content type='html'>I was early just now. Yay me! After almost a month of schooling, just now was the first Friday TPS lesson I attended. Sungguh bagus gitu, bukan? Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're early today. I'm surprised."&lt;/em&gt; - Hanis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I really feel like quitting school. And I seriously really mean it. Classes start at 8 everyday except on Thursday. I cannot wake up early and this is affecting my attendance and puntuality. The modules are really really boring! I have to stop skipping class. Or else I'll get the warning letter. Ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discover something about myself today: &lt;strong&gt;I've not been letting the past go&lt;/strong&gt;. Stupid! I hate this feeling. Regrets, regrets and more regrets. Waduh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be going to the Zoo this Sunday. I wanna see the penguins. Hahahah. I can't wait!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1163384124778094368?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1163384124778094368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1163384124778094368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1163384124778094368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1163384124778094368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-promises.html' title='no promises'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5085635621238000233</id><published>2008-10-31T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:14:22.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>mr naquill</title><content type='html'>I had my hair trimmed last week. Finally, after more than two years I stepped in the salon. And I think, I'm gonna have my hair layered and trimmed every eight weeks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Monday. Will be going to Sentosa straight after school for TPS (Tourism, Products and Services) Project! I rarely visit the Sentosa.  I hate the place actually 'cos it's hot! But nak buat macam mana kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to the Zoo on the 9th November. I can't wait! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie date with my sisters next Friday. I CAN'T WAIT! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed band.&lt;br /&gt;I missed band.&lt;br /&gt;I missed band.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a crush on this McDonald's guy at Admiralty. I find him super cute! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't really like this skin. Shall change it soon, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5085635621238000233?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5085635621238000233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5085635621238000233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5085635621238000233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5085635621238000233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/mr-naquill.html' title='mr naquill'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7440665513168523196</id><published>2008-10-29T16:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:20:30.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>come what may</title><content type='html'>Wanna know why some people are no longer the sweetest? That's because I already have them! Very very lucky to have them! I 'stole' them! Just look at this vid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34b72bf8ff29edc9" 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://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34b72bf8ff29edc9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331479869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ECC9CA196DE1D192E9FC055A2BE7639A675D9F2.417ACF4DCE59C8EAA3FD671F72F795D977E7424D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34b72bf8ff29edc9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbkKAHmPOgD2HMi6nvdNq4qt7eeA&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://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34b72bf8ff29edc9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331479869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ECC9CA196DE1D192E9FC055A2BE7639A675D9F2.417ACF4DCE59C8EAA3FD671F72F795D977E7424D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34b72bf8ff29edc9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbkKAHmPOgD2HMi6nvdNq4qt7eeA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ibu Syahidah&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my Mom's birthday today! Specially made for her. Thank you Shameer for recording. Thank you girls and Rajiv and Wee Kiong for being super supportive! LOVELOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst! Psst! My Mom was touched. She said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet kan dorang kan? They are the reason why I always look forward to school. Oh! I love the chicken drumlets too. It is also the reason why I come to class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITE ISN'T BAD AT ALL. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SQgjtCcVCQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u9y0PD_XXaU/s1600-h/1_237620694l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262495421239200002" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SQgjtCcVCQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u9y0PD_XXaU/s320/1_237620694l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITI NAIMAH BTE ________.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (26th October)&lt;br /&gt;Love love you, gf. Hope to meet you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SQgj35xWWgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5f1lKJvY9Jo/s1600-h/1_283211076l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262495607890008578" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SQgj35xWWgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5f1lKJvY9Jo/s320/1_283211076l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NURUL RUSSYIEDAH BTE _______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (27th October)&lt;br /&gt;Super duper absolutely love love love you Sister. Thank you for being a bitch to me all this while. Love love love you, though.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was AWESOME! One of the best weekdays ever. I don't want to blog about it cos it will be panjang lah sangat sangat. :D I had fun. Thank you, ladies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what tomorrow may bring, but I'm looking forward to it. Except for the waking up part. Other than that, I can't wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7440665513168523196?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=34b72bf8ff29edc9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7440665513168523196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7440665513168523196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7440665513168523196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7440665513168523196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-what-may.html' title='come what may'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SQgjtCcVCQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u9y0PD_XXaU/s72-c/1_237620694l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5836998238176478374</id><published>2008-10-24T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:51:09.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>broken storms</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. I'm sick. I'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;I can't taste anything. Headache. Blocked nose. Blocked ears. Stomach cramps. Weak knees.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be sick again, can? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a happier note High School Musical 3 is out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch the The Coffin! Who's daring enough to watch with me? Who will bear all my screamings later? Haha. Go watch the trailer first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5S0lyqLig4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5S0lyqLig4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5th October - Murne' birthday&lt;br /&gt;6th October - Shameer's birthday&lt;br /&gt;16th October - Dani's birthday&lt;br /&gt;22nd October - Fida's birthday&lt;br /&gt;23rd October - Fareed's birthday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th October - Naimah's birthday&lt;br /&gt;27th October - Kakak's birthday&lt;br /&gt;29th October - Ibu's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shameer for lending me your sweater. Will give it back to you on Tuesday. (:&lt;br /&gt;And thank you friends for the concern and the Get Well Soon wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5836998238176478374?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5836998238176478374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5836998238176478374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5836998238176478374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5836998238176478374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/broken-storms.html' title='broken storms'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5823841639624811092</id><published>2008-10-20T15:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:40:18.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>feel the rain on your skin</title><content type='html'>Total strength: 30 ++ people. WOW!, I know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and some 6 band members only went to Sir Naz's house last Saturday. I was not in a total mood for Raya. (: I only have 2 of the 18th Oct's pictures. The rest are with Sir, Fadhil and Ihsan. I need them, people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw3NBiQ6GI/AAAAAAAAALY/SdhItjNFTOg/s1600-h/~whee~%3Do)(580).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259139161751873634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw3NBiQ6GI/AAAAAAAAALY/SdhItjNFTOg/s320/~whee~%3Do)(580).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you laughed at me, Shahidah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw3NJigHoI/AAAAAAAAALg/FjAo6VZXvCk/s1600-h/18102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259139163900354178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw3NJigHoI/AAAAAAAAALg/FjAo6VZXvCk/s320/18102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahidah, Ilyanti, Khalia and Ihsan.&lt;br /&gt;Sir, at the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw4XvtoHhI/AAAAAAAAALo/x0Uk2hK3oZc/s1600-h/17102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259140445457882642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw4XvtoHhI/AAAAAAAAALo/x0Uk2hK3oZc/s320/17102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw4Xi9wahI/AAAAAAAAALw/4EqEwW1t-8A/s1600-h/17102008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259140442035874322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw4Xi9wahI/AAAAAAAAALw/4EqEwW1t-8A/s320/17102008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw4YDFGTfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xado1w7b_wo/s1600-h/17102008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259140450656603634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw4YDFGTfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xado1w7b_wo/s320/17102008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tiny tiny frog!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, tak? Cute, kan? It's teeny weeny. Found it near the school's pond last Friday. Syahrum, the pictures of the frog I told you about are above. So, I don't need to send to you kay? OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New modules, new timetable. I do not know whether it's a good thing or bad. Classes start at 8 on Monday to Wednesday plus Friday. BAAAAAHH!! 8 o'clock, bebeh. I hate hate morning classes. Standing in train every morning, walking for about 10 minutes to school bore me. And, Junction8 is BORING! Eee, I'm complaining too much. Should shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw8uea-q4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/x8w0_sQJPd8/s1600-h/high_school_musical_3_poster_no_hotlinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259145233999768450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw8uea-q4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/x8w0_sQJPd8/s320/high_school_musical_3_poster_no_hotlinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Cadbury Tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5823841639624811092?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5823841639624811092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5823841639624811092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5823841639624811092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5823841639624811092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/feel-rain-on-your-skin.html' title='feel the rain on your skin'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPw3NBiQ6GI/AAAAAAAAALY/SdhItjNFTOg/s72-c/~whee~%3Do)(580).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7004780234298313573</id><published>2008-10-17T19:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:34:55.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>yesterday came suddenly</title><content type='html'>Am I cruel? No, let me rephrase that question again. Am I a &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; cruel? I've hurt two souls for two days straight. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, was yesterday. Which I shall not talk about it here. Cos I don't wish to talk about it. And I don't even wanna recall what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Aizat for being there last night and seriously thank you for being harsh but frank. And really straight forward. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, was just now. I kept avoiding this classmate of mine. (Almost)Everybody knows that I hate to see people, especially friends, being alone. But this one is an exception. She followed me everywhere I went. I mean like, I don't mind la. But this girl scares me. When she's with me, she's really really close to me. Close as in physically close. She has got no friends in class. That's what I really pity her the most. Everything went smoothly during the first few months of school. But everything changed, when she 'confessed'. I am frightened of the same species. Just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiong talked to her, and I think she's angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm bad, am I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling low these days. Like stupidly dumbly low. I cried for the past two nights and I DO NOT KNOW WHY. Weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have this song in my phone. Thank you Aisah Dearest! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish, every month is Ramadhan. I won't have to be angry or furious or maybe, sad. Life would be great that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some bitches are unreasonable."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, which bitch isn't (unreasonable)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7004780234298313573?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7004780234298313573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7004780234298313573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7004780234298313573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7004780234298313573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-came-suddenly.html' title='yesterday came suddenly'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-8495649973259858160</id><published>2008-10-16T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:47:38.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>your guardian angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I'm attached, Sakinah's attached. And you're not. Something is definitely wrong with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid to let your heart get broken again. Give your heart away."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above were quoted by Kakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my sisters know me better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPc8Ikhg9JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/z6F3KZKJOtM/s1600-h/Picture+007edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257737207919211666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPc8Ikhg9JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/z6F3KZKJOtM/s320/Picture+007edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my little cousin's first birthday today. Mohd Dani Haqeem, ILY, dearest. He can't read this, I know. Haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm very sorry. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-8495649973259858160?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8495649973259858160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=8495649973259858160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8495649973259858160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8495649973259858160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-guardian-angel.html' title='your guardian angel'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SPc8Ikhg9JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/z6F3KZKJOtM/s72-c/Picture+007edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2963616725231952623</id><published>2008-10-13T13:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:45:06.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>piece of my mind</title><content type='html'>Dude, like seriously. What do you want from my life? I've said I can't meet but yet you were like "Can we still meet today?" You irked me. Yeah, you saw that right. You irk me. I hate that. You asked whether is it okay for us to contact once in a while. Look what happened? You've been text messaging me since Saturday. That's not once in a while, isn't it? Maybe you're already too happy to have a companion to text with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry at you. I'm just &lt;strong&gt;IRRITATED&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FRUSTRATED&lt;/strong&gt;. I wasn't lying when I told you I was feeling unwell. I just recovered from fever. I'm not a supergirl. I wasn't lying when I told you my parents knew I finished class at 10. Am just telling you if you think I'm a liar or making some stupid excuses. Ask yourself. Who's the liar now? You told your parents you end school at 5 when actually the fact is your classes were cancelled. "My plan was actually to meet you." Whatever. &lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT WANNA MEET YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not your part-time friend where I can freely accompany you when you're bored. There must be a library in your school, I believe? Do some reading. Oh oh, better still. The mosque is just few hundred metres away from your school. Do some recitation of the Quran. More afdal. You'll get pahala for that. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a heartless bitch. I don't care. Keep posting in your MSN PM: Why don't people give other people a second chance. (Btw, that is so whatever.) Well, guess what? I didn't remember giving you the first. The way you were like 'forcing' me to meet you scares me, damn it. For the love of God, &lt;strong&gt;STOP IT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; sorry for not replying your messages and answer your call. Because that's it. I don't want to get to know you anymore. The first message you gave me when I asked who was it, you said "I was the guy whom you said is despo and irritating. And you didn't want to get to know me." (The message was something like that). Hell yeah. Now I really do not want to get to know you. I've told you I was very reluctant to know give my number away. And I've told you it's not time for me to get to know people. I've told you, haven't I? Again, what do you want from my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tonnes of girls in your school. And I'm sure most of them owns at least a phone. Go and get their numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2963616725231952623?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2963616725231952623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2963616725231952623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2963616725231952623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2963616725231952623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-away.html' title='piece of my mind'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-9095180570863085911</id><published>2008-10-06T08:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:53:01.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>crushcrushcrashed</title><content type='html'>Good Morning, Sunshines. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty late but &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SOlcjffnfHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Vgk8ZrlowPw/s1600-h/Picture+051edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253832205123681394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SOlcjffnfHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Vgk8ZrlowPw/s320/Picture+051edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty pretty house. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SOlcjTXB2hI/AAAAAAAAALA/v9SRNIyV1I0/s1600-h/Picture+052edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253832201866435090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SOlcjTXB2hI/AAAAAAAAALA/v9SRNIyV1I0/s320/Picture+052edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SOlcjsfxY8I/AAAAAAAAALI/ap8rCebRs68/s1600-h/Picture+006edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253832208613991362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SOlcjsfxY8I/AAAAAAAAALI/ap8rCebRs68/s320/Picture+006edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mom's side.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went out with Dad's side. Supposed to go out after Zohor but went out after Asar instead. Haha. After the house visiting, we had supper at Railway at Pasir Panjang. Planned to only drink coffe or tea, but ended up half of us went to eat. That includes me. Lapar oi. Since morning, I have not had my proper meal. &lt;em&gt;A hungry man is an angry man.&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a Raya outing with the secondary schoolmates this Friday. I do not know whether I'll be able able to make it 'cause this week is not quite a good week for me to go out. So, yeah. I apologise if I won't be able to tag along, lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy will have a her surgery done tomorrow. It's a looooonnnnggg story, so I don't want to elaborate here. Lazy lah, you know. It's abit complex. But insyaAllah, it's nothing major. We will be going to SGH for Mom to 'check-in' later after Zohor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? School will reopen next week! I so can't wait! Whee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I've checked my results online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B for Accounting Fundamentals.&lt;br /&gt;A for Office Applications.&lt;br /&gt;B for Business Fundamentals.&lt;br /&gt;GPA: 3.313 (/3.3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset that I got B for Accounting Fundamentals at first. I was aiming (and expecting) to get an A. But as days passed, I'm glad that I passed all. Haha. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. Take care, dearest all! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-9095180570863085911?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/9095180570863085911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=9095180570863085911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9095180570863085911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9095180570863085911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning-sunshines.html' title='crushcrushcrashed'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SOlcjffnfHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Vgk8ZrlowPw/s72-c/Picture+051edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2098180622295076955</id><published>2008-09-25T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:23:40.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelovelove</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Beloved Band Members,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nazreen has invited the band members (only those he knows) to his house during Hari Raya. He actually told me on the first night of Ramadhan, so I guess this is the perfect timing for me to tell you guys. Alrightey? Pass the message around, kay kay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2098180622295076955?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2098180622295076955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2098180622295076955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2098180622295076955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2098180622295076955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovelovelove.html' title='lovelovelove'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7976411244756762354</id><published>2008-09-23T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:35:39.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Seesh!</title><content type='html'>I have this temptation to change the blogskin again. I'm struggling right now 'cause I'm fighting it. HAHA. I'm crazy. Yes, I know that very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be updating my blog actually. If Mom or Kakak sees this, I'm dead. Haha. I'm supposed to be helping them cleaning the house. But I've done my part. Teeny weeny part only. Haha. But hey, I helped? Hahaha. I'm a useless daughter and a sister. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my Hari Raya preparations? Well, overall it's okay lah. We're about halfway done. So yeah. Everything is fine. Oh yes, my room need to be cleaned! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neesya is coming to my house. I miss her. Haven't seen her for months. She will be studying with Keena and Keena will be guiding her with Math. Oh, Neesya is my cousin by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh! I went to Geylang that day and I bought this pretty pretty long dress. It's not for Ms Leong's wedding (FYI). It's for Raya. Well, I'm actually attracted to the white colour's but no size for me so I bought the black. Nice. But that's okay 'cause Kakak said it's nicer than the white one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Kakak only works on Fridays and Saturdays. Cool kan? Ada kawan kat rumah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing many many many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go India and Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7976411244756762354?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7976411244756762354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7976411244756762354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7976411244756762354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7976411244756762354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/seesh.html' title='Seesh!'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-9063400336106111345</id><published>2008-09-19T13:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:11:37.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>let's think it over</title><content type='html'>This sounds crazy but it is oh-so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS SCHOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the second week of holidays and I am already bored to tears. I still have about &lt;strong&gt;23 more days left&lt;/strong&gt; to school. Dear God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of hours, I've been browsing the blogskins.com. Nothing satisfy me. Trust me, the skins are getting boringer and boringer. Most of the time, I wish I could create the skins all by myself. But I do not know where or how to start. Blimey! So! I've changed again. I hope this will last a bit longer. I get bored with my skin easily. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate late night phone calls. I mean, I LOVE late night calls. But I HATE people calling my house in the middle of the night. Eversince 1998, I have phobia people calling especially after 11 pm. Sheesh! Just call our cellphones instead. It will be a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, it's Friday today. It is kakak's last day of school. And I really mean last day of school. How cool is that? Hahaha. At last, I have someone to talk to from next week weekdays onwards (besides Ibu, of course). Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we'll be breakfasting at Mak's house. Yayness! Haha. And Kak Serlin asked us to go Geylang after that. Don't want! Tak sanggup, bebeh. There will be too much smoke and too many people. Don't want, don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than two weeks to Syawal. I'm not really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who are looking for job, click the picture to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SNNBQdEXV4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oPQUYeVgdrA/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247609741753407362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SNNBQdEXV4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oPQUYeVgdrA/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested, just tag my tagboard or Dearest &lt;a href="http://www.the240107couple.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadiya&lt;/a&gt;'s, alrightey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-9063400336106111345?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/9063400336106111345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=9063400336106111345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9063400336106111345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9063400336106111345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-think-it-over.html' title='let&apos;s think it over'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SNNBQdEXV4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/oPQUYeVgdrA/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1747821990818786384</id><published>2008-09-18T12:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:34:23.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>I am super bored. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Happy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your life is totally together, and you enjoy every day.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need a quiz to tell you that!&lt;br /&gt;You know how to find pleasure in the little things...&lt;br /&gt;And even when life isn't so great, you have a good sense of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/side.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are calm and rational person with a good deal of balance in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Friends consider you to be kind, caring, and truly loyal.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;br /&gt;Open to the world, you are not afraid to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get enough sleep, you are: Able to cope&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to sleep next to you because: You're a bed hog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Are 80% Feminine, 20% Masculine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are in touch with your feminine side.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive, intuitive, and caring are all words that describe you.&lt;br /&gt;And you're just masculine enough to relate to both men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1747821990818786384?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1747821990818786384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1747821990818786384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1747821990818786384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1747821990818786384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/crush.html' title='crush'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5358363901639775708</id><published>2008-09-11T12:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:52:23.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>something wicca this way comes</title><content type='html'>I was feeling pretty sick and I went to the Polyclinic yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for half an hour before my number was called. Registered as usual and the woman asked me: "What are you here for?" and I replied: "I'm here to see the doctor 'cause I'm having a chestpain.". Her immediate reaction was: "Chestpain, ah?" She wrote some kind of a form and asked someone to accompany me to Level 2 to see a nurse. The lady asked: "Are you okay? Do you need a wheelchair?" And I was like, No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Level 2, the lady gave my form to a nurse. Not even a minute I sat down, my number has already been called. Super fast, kan? So, the nurses asked me this and that. And they asked me again whether do I need the wheelchair. Haha. I wasn't aware that my case is pretty important until I saw the nurse changed the "Change status to: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRIORITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Damn, I know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the doctor. He asked me this and that. Then he said he suspected that I'm having gastric. He said the acid gas went up to my lungs/heart/chest, that was why I feel the pain on my chest instead of feeling the pain on my stomach. That wasn't exactly he said, but it was something like that. Then, I was instructed to go for ECG. (Click &lt;a href="http://www.bhf.org.uk/living_with_heart_conditions/diagnosis/ecg.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to know what the hell is ECG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports were out and the doctor said I have no signs of heart attack or lack of oxygen. Again he said he suspected I have gastric. He adviced me not to eat spicy foods and drink coffee (shut up awak! Do not laugh!). Damn it! I can't drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways,, I was given medication and was asked to come back for a check up again this Saturday. Cumbersome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm feeling better except for the pain will 'attack' me once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/8233/p1005614hs3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img392.imageshack.us/img392/7514/p1005647tz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Miss Sarah Leong is getting married this 15th November 2008. I CAN'T WAIT to see her again! She's amazingly pretty now, I tell you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syahrum/ Shrooms, your name has been mentioned. But I still do not know what to write about you. Haha. Maybe I should say a bit about you kay. Just a bit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahrum is a good friend of mine. Instead of calling me Donkey, he wants to call me Pinky instead. And that is very sweet of him. Haha. He has umpteenth time reminded me not to drink coffee. But still, I keep on drinking it. And Halls is his drugs. And I find that very weird because, it is just sweets. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all awak. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out, Holiday's in. BOOHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5358363901639775708?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5358363901639775708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5358363901639775708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5358363901639775708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5358363901639775708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-wicca-this-way-comes.html' title='something wicca this way comes'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2859175093397131502</id><published>2008-09-04T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:44:47.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assigments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Results'/><title type='text'>so, entertain me</title><content type='html'>Finished and presented! I got 21/25 for my Office Applications project. Alhamdulillah. :D Thanks to those who shared the thoughts and ideas with me. LOVELOVE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at about 2.30 in the morning to finish up the powerpoint. And surprisingly, I was not all that sleepy in school. And I actually really paid attention during Business Fundamentals. HAHA! And that is super surprising! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed the skin - again. Told ya I'm fickle. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2859175093397131502?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2859175093397131502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2859175093397131502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2859175093397131502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2859175093397131502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-entertain-me.html' title='so, entertain me'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1530587799889454690</id><published>2008-09-03T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:33:13.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>i've already know</title><content type='html'>America's Got Talent, Katlin, four-years old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Judge: Are you from New York?&lt;br /&gt;Katlin: Erm. I'm from America.&lt;/blockquote&gt;:D Sungguh cute gitu kan? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the last Office Application CA for the term. With the help of others, I managed to do it (I guess?). Haha. Whatever it is, IT'S OVER! Haha. But as far as I'm concern, we'll be learning &lt;strong&gt;Advance&lt;/strong&gt; Office Application. Don't know when, but yeah. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I skipped Accounting and Business classes. Pardon me, but I was super duper sleepy. And I was feeling freakingly tired. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starts at 10 tomorrow. Last day to present my powerpoint. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business and Accounting papers on Monday and Tuesday respectively. JIA YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1530587799889454690?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1530587799889454690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1530587799889454690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1530587799889454690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1530587799889454690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-already-know.html' title='i&apos;ve already know'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3240868595966284004</id><published>2008-09-01T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:58:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First September</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of Ramadhan! :D My family was feeling pretty hyper, instead of feeling sleepy, during sahur (pre-dawn meal) just now, surprisingly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Today Ayah nyer burst-day eh? ( Today is Dad's birthday? )&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: Ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;Keena: Ayah nyer burst-day! How old? ( Dad's birthday! How old? )&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: Sweet seventeen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I love my Daddy! Happy 17th Birthday, Dad! HAHA! Three people who share the same birthday as my Dad: Kak Serlin, Mr Muryadi and Cikgu Tajul. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Yayi is here now. I super super super love him. Heh. Cutest grandfather in the whole wide world. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not finish writting down my summaries for Business Fundamentals. Still got a long way to go. Office Applications mock test tomorrow. Damn! &lt;em&gt;Kakak, please don't forget to bring your laptop home. Or else, I'll be cying overnight.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. LOVELOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3240868595966284004?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3240868595966284004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3240868595966284004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3240868595966284004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3240868595966284004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-september.html' title='First September'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6107567134360500717</id><published>2008-08-30T12:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:52:25.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>it's only words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures with only some captions, alright? I feel pretty lazy to type. Or maybe, I should just update a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bishan cliques:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHn0XHRrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xLHh0L-bBcc/s1600-h/29082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157653329987250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHn0XHRrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xLHh0L-bBcc/s320/29082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHn9olC_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XMHM49E0JiQ/s1600-h/29082008(001)part1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157655819160562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHn9olC_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XMHM49E0JiQ/s320/29082008(001)part1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Wee Kiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHoPlATSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yOj0vsWwCeM/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157660636007714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHoPlATSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yOj0vsWwCeM/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DylaBABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHoRrt_lI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T8wkqoaqIcs/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240157661201038930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHoRrt_lI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T8wkqoaqIcs/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Faah. (incomplete, babe.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secondary School/Band mates:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIVf4_zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TUVkMxzN7RE/s1600-h/29082008(004)part1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240159311492611890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIVf4_zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TUVkMxzN7RE/s320/29082008(004)part1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karim and Shahidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIWZL8bI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TBSMBE7DFc8/s1600-h/29082008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240159311732928946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIWZL8bI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TBSMBE7DFc8/s320/29082008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus Anuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIoR5zCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tLtaw2M05zQ/s1600-h/29082008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240159316534217762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIoR5zCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tLtaw2M05zQ/s320/29082008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearest KENTOT! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SHAHIDAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The bimbo who never fails to make my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was my Band Major. She's got an irritating voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I love love her! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Selenger Bacin! Hehe. No wonder, we have the same name. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIvuahgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JBZJBjNpQI0/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240159318532851202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjJIvuahgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JBZJBjNpQI0/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AMIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My annoying irritating BUDDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows I love him. And I know he loves me too! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My singing partner. My friend for 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were close since we were in Secondary 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But became much closer in 2004.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all started with an e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck with your O Levels, buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayang kau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6107567134360500717?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6107567134360500717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6107567134360500717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6107567134360500717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6107567134360500717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-only-words.html' title='it&apos;s only words.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SLjHn0XHRrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xLHh0L-bBcc/s72-c/29082008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1943523290956996586</id><published>2008-08-28T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:55:56.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>against all odds</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Teacher's Day Celebration. I do not know what the hell I'm going to wear tomorrow because the students are encouraged to wear their home clothes. (&lt;em&gt;Unless you are a boring person, wear the school uniform&lt;/em&gt;: Miss Harasha.) After the celeb, I will be going to SLSS to see beloved girlfriends and boyfriends! I can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are around the corner. Dear God, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is nearing. I can't wait as well! Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1943523290956996586?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1943523290956996586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1943523290956996586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1943523290956996586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1943523290956996586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/against-all-odds.html' title='against all odds'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7754716781258175452</id><published>2008-08-22T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:17:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot</title><content type='html'>I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;super &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frustrated&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know with whom I am feeling angry. Maybe, it is just me. Maybe, it is my fault. Just maybe. Sheesh! I do not know why I am feeling this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great! I am acting like a paranoid, miserable little bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;;just pretend you didn't know anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7754716781258175452?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7754716781258175452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7754716781258175452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7754716781258175452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7754716781258175452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/dot.html' title='dot'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-2324312944697923862</id><published>2008-08-20T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:00:19.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tag 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Facts About Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. narcissist (:&lt;br /&gt;2. temperamental&lt;br /&gt;3. pms disaster&lt;br /&gt;4. can be a total bitch&lt;br /&gt;5. i am having a headache now, 'cause&lt;br /&gt;6. i was in the rain&lt;br /&gt;7. i am craving for ruffles like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things That Scares Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. end of the world&lt;br /&gt;2. height, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;3. the dark&lt;br /&gt;4. lizards&lt;br /&gt;5. rats&lt;br /&gt;6. hornets/ bees&lt;br /&gt;7. to stand infront of people. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Songs Playing in My Head Lately:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rimas - the fabulous cats&lt;br /&gt;2. tong hua - guang liang&lt;br /&gt;3. damaged - danity kane&lt;br /&gt;4. ride for you - danity kane&lt;br /&gt;5. poetry - danity kane&lt;br /&gt;6. cry - rihanna&lt;br /&gt;7. because you loved me - celine dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Valuable Things in My Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. friends&lt;br /&gt;3. handphone&lt;br /&gt;4. my thumbdrive (after i lost mine the other day. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;5. my wallet, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;6. -&lt;br /&gt;7. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 "First Time" in My Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2003, playing the cornet. i miss my baby now.&lt;br /&gt;2. 2005, mega drop with amin and lenny. best, oi! :D&lt;br /&gt;3. 2007, danced infront of the school! :D&lt;br /&gt;4. ...&lt;br /&gt;5. ...&lt;br /&gt;6. ...&lt;br /&gt;7. and for the very first time in my life, i am enjoying accounts more than any other subjects. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Words/Things I Always Use/Say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. like, OMG lah!&lt;br /&gt;2. like what the hell kan?&lt;br /&gt;3. let's joms!&lt;br /&gt;4. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;5. i am super sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;6. awak!&lt;br /&gt;7. i seriously need something to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tag 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer these questions honestly ( formalities )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ) Are you allowed to have a bf/gf?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 ) Describe yourself in one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imperfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ) Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 ) Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. but that was long long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 ) Does it feel good to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, totally. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 ) God is giving u just 5 more minutes to live, IF you love someone special what will you say to that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 ) What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 ) Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 ) What's your opinion about someone who's jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's normal. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 ) What can you say about playboys/playgirls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they lead a boring live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[[ * PART 2 * ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ) Best place to cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. my room, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 ) Who do you love the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ) Tell us ur dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hated, no. disliked so much, yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 ) The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past lah, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[[ * LAST PERSON... * ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ) had a beer with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 ) went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ain, sarifah and hamizah. (:&lt;br /&gt;will be watching Mad About English with 19 other classmates tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ) talked on the cell phone with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 ) you hugged?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 ) you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long long time since i yell at someone. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[[ * IN THE LAST WEEK HAVE YOU...* ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ) Kissed sumone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little cousin, DANI! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 ) Sing/sung/song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup. with my crazy girfriends just now. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 ) Danced crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just did. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ) Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, maybe? not exactly angry, just irritated and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 ) You will die in 3 mins. Last call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 )  If you could do anything OR wish anything, wad would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving up everything. but that doesn't include my life, like of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 ) Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would never in my entire life, i would do that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 ) Are you old fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen to warna. and sing to their songs. HAHA! that doesn't make me old-fashioned, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 ) What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both, actually. really really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 ) What things would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-2324312944697923862?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/2324312944697923862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=2324312944697923862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2324312944697923862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/2324312944697923862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-960444908264452824</id><published>2008-08-15T14:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:49:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY AND I AM SO GLAD I'M HOME!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I'll faint if I spend another minute outside the house. Not only it's super hot, I am feeling super unwell as well. I shouldn't have come to school just now. Oh wells, I'm home already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done 8 to 9 slides of OFA Powerpoint. About 6 more to go. The date line is long over, but what the hell? Half the class have still not presented their work. And I lost my thumbie, so teacher has no choice but to extend my dateline, kan? Hehe. Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stressed up 'cause my prepaid value is currently low. And I can't reply to some people who I want to badly! My bad. Sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be watching Mad About English with 19 other classmates this Thursday! We need not have to pay 'cause the school will be paying for us! How awesome is that?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh! Amin called me last Tuesday and he told me his MT Result! Woohoo! Congratulations, buddy! I was so over the moon 'cause at least somebody still remembers me even though we've gone our separate ways. Haha. I was pretty surprised he called. I did not remember the result will be out that day. I was soooo prepared to hear some bad news instead. Haha. That's why I sounded blur, Amin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like I'm already well. That's 'cause I'm feeling a little, tiny bit better. But, later at night and the whole day tomorrow, I'll be on my bed. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;;&lt;em&gt;iwantyoutoknowthatily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-960444908264452824?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/960444908264452824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=960444908264452824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/960444908264452824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/960444908264452824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-got-friend.html' title='you got a friend'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-496017989832953655</id><published>2008-08-13T17:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:50:10.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>crushcrushcrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;National Day Celeb at Jelutong Hardcourt. :)&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKlsS4OjMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Wp5bwhiFjZw/s1600-h/DSC06036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233927897358437570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKlsS4OjMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Wp5bwhiFjZw/s320/DSC06036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmMcQTz3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/qewG-S-5Kl4/s1600-h/DSC06035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233928449631178610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmMcQTz3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/qewG-S-5Kl4/s320/DSC06035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Two of the guys I am very close with (: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Luqman and Aminah, recognise the hot chinese guy?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;His name is Ang Wee Kiong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Does it ring a bell? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmMSHN3qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wygqeV51USY/s1600-h/DSC06038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233928446908685986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmMSHN3qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wygqeV51USY/s320/DSC06038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's freaking hot. Trust me. Look at the first kid's cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmMmKlpQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5tNIhL_o2Fk/s1600-h/DSC06039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233928452291536130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmMmKlpQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5tNIhL_o2Fk/s320/DSC06039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmM5YJ6UI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Cq_zIwFGnt0/s1600-h/DSC06040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233928457448712514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmM5YJ6UI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Cq_zIwFGnt0/s320/DSC06040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmNLTL9sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0i2KvO5g8Sw/s1600-h/DSC06037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233928462259713730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKmNLTL9sI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0i2KvO5g8Sw/s320/DSC06037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKnsZKZD-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/FiAXRtC3-mA/s1600-h/DSC06046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930098068492258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKnsZKZD-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/FiAXRtC3-mA/s320/DSC06046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fadilah and I.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I looked anorexic here. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKns6HA4UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8LYyGLgtIGM/s1600-h/DSC06047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930106912694594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKns6HA4UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8LYyGLgtIGM/s320/DSC06047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Nadiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKns6w3W2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/6Q4Fk2L286w/s1600-h/DSC06048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930107088231266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKns6w3W2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/6Q4Fk2L286w/s320/DSC06048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKntQvvQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/SW7yA8Aoyyg/s1600-h/DSC06050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930112989086642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKntQvvQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/SW7yA8Aoyyg/s320/DSC06050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKntbVPNmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mzxXs45EjuY/s1600-h/DSC06051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930115830724194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKntbVPNmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mzxXs45EjuY/s320/DSC06051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;LOVELOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZddSg-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lbFoy-hiBzc/s1600-h/DSC06052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930872315610082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZddSg-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lbFoy-hiBzc/s320/DSC06052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sharil was enjoying the wind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZkQ64iI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J33n1BN_y14/s1600-h/DSC06053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930874142777890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZkQ64iI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J33n1BN_y14/s320/DSC06053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZxIFeZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FLr4ZBHpvaU/s1600-h/DSC06054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930877595384210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZxIFeZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FLr4ZBHpvaU/s320/DSC06054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We became real close in an instant. We're from different classes, mind you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZ2L8VCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tKRwIhpswdY/s1600-h/DSC06041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930878953739298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoZ2L8VCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tKRwIhpswdY/s320/DSC06041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;ITE Central. Bishan with ________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoaFTkVTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kpxFPfsMAF0/s1600-h/DSC06042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233930883012252978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKoaFTkVTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kpxFPfsMAF0/s320/DSC06042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Shafie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUTX-zqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UjCNRfjT6I4/s1600-h/DSC06044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233973664663129762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUTX-zqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UjCNRfjT6I4/s320/DSC06044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sharil and Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUTb67pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/P1Z-OtTZaUQ/s1600-h/08082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233973664679653010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUTb67pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/P1Z-OtTZaUQ/s320/08082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Angel and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUbUSzII/AAAAAAAAAJE/9kH-2pM9a0s/s1600-h/DSC06043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233973666795146370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUbUSzII/AAAAAAAAAJE/9kH-2pM9a0s/s320/DSC06043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Lieutenant Syahrum. :DD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUuLnwPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oYnisUyA62I/s1600-h/DSC06055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233973671859044594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKLPUuLnwPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oYnisUyA62I/s320/DSC06055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;( Faah, you should be in this picture too. (: )&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;;andiammissingyoulikecrazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-496017989832953655?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/496017989832953655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=496017989832953655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/496017989832953655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/496017989832953655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/unzipped-pants-d.html' title='crushcrushcrush'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SKKlsS4OjMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Wp5bwhiFjZw/s72-c/DSC06036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-9151186886374304629</id><published>2008-08-05T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:23:34.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>Okay. I am super pissed at myself right now. Super super pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I forgot to pull out my thumbdrive from the CPU. The result: IT'S GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, yesterday I accidently left Aisah out during the BZF presentation. And dear God, that was the second time! The first time was last week. Ugh! Aisah, I deepy apologise once again. Truly, deeply sorry. Really really really sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the reason why I hate to stand infront of people! I will get nervous and kanchong, unneccesarily. Stupid! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my thumbdrive. Like I said it is gone! All the informations and assignments are all gone. My photos, my songs and the band songs are gone! This year's Speech Day and Racial Harmony Day photos are gone too! I have yet to upload them in my multiply. I am so super dumb! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sense my anger right now, right? &lt;em&gt;A minor setback can cause me to breakdown. Imagine a major one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying so hard not to cry just now. And I managed to do it! Haha. Thanks to Dee, Shameer, Rajiv, Roy and Wee Kiong for making me laugh and smile early in the morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Nadiya and Faah for being there to cheer me up too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Saturday I went to AWWA Access Building at Lorong Napiri. I am so glad I went there and did my part as a volunteer. It is a place for the less abled people. I almost cried when I saw Syahrum carrying a primary school kid. It really touched me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day is coming soon. Can't wait! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To awak: Don't be sad on your birthday, okay. Look forward to it 'cos I'll be the first one to wish you on the strike of 12! (Hopefully!) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-9151186886374304629?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/9151186886374304629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=9151186886374304629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9151186886374304629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9151186886374304629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-533374957577402727</id><published>2008-08-01T17:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:11:38.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>beautiful disaster</title><content type='html'>I am super exhausted already. I'm tired. And I feel like I can fall sick anytime. The weather is freaking hot. I'm feeling a bit under the weather now. Not good. Not good, at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to be an usher at AWWA Building near Bowen Sec. I feel like backing out at the very last minute. Have to be there at 12.30 noon. I do not know what time the event will end. Hopefully, as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty moody nowadays. Feeling moody without any reason. Yesterday, while doing Accouts in school, I felt super grumpy but do not know why I was feeling that way. And last night, I suddenly felt sad and I actually broke down. Again, I do not know the exact reason why. Kakak was worried and she said that I am &lt;em&gt;emotionally-depressed. &lt;/em&gt;I was like, whaaat?? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two assignments that have yet to be done. One, BZF short presentation to be presented this Monday. Another one, OFA powerpoint which is due, I think next week. Gotta chop chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored 80 for BZF CA, anyways. For a student like who is not really into business, it is actually pretty good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought a packet of 24 sachets of OWL Coffee! Finally, there's coffee at home! Or else, I'll be lost! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Amin Idris&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, &lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMISSYOUTOO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-533374957577402727?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/533374957577402727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=533374957577402727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/533374957577402727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/533374957577402727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-disaster.html' title='beautiful disaster'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-8816589010265313786</id><published>2008-07-30T15:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:32:23.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>blogthings.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pretty Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You generally have a happy, fulfilling life. &lt;/strong&gt;But things could be a little better, and deep down, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need more supportive friends or a more challenging career.&lt;br /&gt;Something is preventing you from being totally happy. You just need to figure out what it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 78% Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrealareyouquiz/real-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know who you are, and you're pretty darn comfortable with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone, you struggle with the parts of yourself that aren't so great...&lt;br /&gt;But you're good at accepting who you are and not dwelling on your faults.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, you're confident, optimistic, and very real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Play the Drums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/drums.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are often hyper, restless, and full of a little too much zeal.&lt;br /&gt;However, people may be surprised to know that you can focus your energy well.&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and engaged enough to be a great drummer... and you have the stamina to practice for hours.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when you can channel your energy productively, it only increases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are independent and spirited... but also consistent&lt;/strong&gt;. You can definitely keep the beat.&lt;br /&gt;You work well in a group and contribute heartily - without needing to take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: your aggression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your precision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Taste in Music Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourtasteinmusicsayaboutyouquiz/music-3.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your musical tastes are upbeat and conventional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are an easy going, optimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends are very important to you. You enjoy caring for and helping other people. You thrive in a tranquil environment, and you do your best to keep things peaceful. You enjoy your life. You have your priorities straight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Classical Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofmusicareyouquiz/classical.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a somewhat serious person who enjoys studying subjects deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art of all kinds interests you, and a good piece of art can really effect you emotionally&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are inspired by human achievement, and you appreciate work that takes years to accomplish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, &lt;strong&gt;the finer things in life are not about snobbery - they're about quality&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Occasionally a Narcissist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/narcissist-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you have &lt;strong&gt;healthy self esteem&lt;/strong&gt;, you're really not that full of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Compared to most people, &lt;strong&gt;you're quite humble&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Though occasionally, you can't help and reflect on how great you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself - as long as you don't let it go to your head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 30% Extrovert, 70% Introvert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/introvert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are quite reserved&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid of social situations...&lt;br /&gt;But you very much prefer to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;And why not? &lt;strong&gt;You're your own best friend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Feminine Beauty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/feminine-beauty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You make any guy feel like a man, simply by standing next to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have a classic womanly appeal&lt;/strong&gt; - and you've got a look for every occasion&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that you can't kick back in (designer) jeans and sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just prefer to be girly and sweet as often as possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your PMS Disaster Level: High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapmsdisasterquiz/pms-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are definitely a PMS disaster!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you're only scary a few days of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did this as honestly as possible. And I think most of them are true, indeed. Not lying. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I can play the drums, but I think playing the trumpet is more my style!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above, I think are not self-praising, but I think it's the fact. You have to feel good about yourself sometimes, you know. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-8816589010265313786?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8816589010265313786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=8816589010265313786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8816589010265313786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8816589010265313786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogthingscom.html' title='blogthings.com'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-5110296094645180792</id><published>2008-07-23T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:41:45.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Dupatta</title><content type='html'>Today was Racial Harmony Day. I won't update about last year's celebration as I promised, sorry. But! I'll update on this year's celeb. However you guys can &lt;a href="http://agoodreasonwhyblogsarenumberedhoney.blogspot.com/2007/07/racial-harmony-update.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to read about last year's celeb. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the RHD celeb today. Well, the atmosphere was way way way different from the sec school's times. Only about a quarter of the school population wore the traditional costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, reached school super late. It was raining quite heaily, that's why. Reached school and saw most of my classmates setting up their booths. Changed into my gagra and people said I looked like a bride and Dyla was my Mak Andam. Haha, ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were looking gorgeous and handsome. :) There were some exchange students from the Germany. And really, Germans are pretty good looking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Indian's kolum. It was difficult, okay. Patience was tested. Some schoolmates were playing chapteh, sepak takraw, congkak etc. The Entrepreneurship Club set up the kuehs booth. Rajiv and Wee Kiong were seen to be looking tensed some of the time. Haha. They are, I think, in-charge of the booth. Pardon me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a lot of pictures. I won't be uploading here 'cause it will take a hell lot of time uploading them. Will upload the pics somewhere soon, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, like I mentioned was Blood Donation Day. I was supposed to donate the blood, but the person who did the needles and stuffs said my veins could not be seen. So, yeah. Boohoo! But I went for the blood test. The 'nurse' 'pricked' my middle finger to see whether I have enough iron or not. It was freaking painful, okay. I cried. Not actually, really cry, but I was super scared and the pain was pretty sharp, the tears just rolled down naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. I can't wait for National Day and Ramadhan! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-5110296094645180792?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/5110296094645180792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=5110296094645180792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5110296094645180792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/5110296094645180792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/dupatta.html' title='Dupatta'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4230658213464542838</id><published>2008-07-22T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:22:51.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Good Morning.</title><content type='html'>Hello! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's July 22nd today! :) Donating Blood Day! I am the only Malay in class who's donating it. Hmph! I'm kinda feeling afraid now 'cause I'm pretty scared of needles. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Racial Harmony Day. Students are encouraged to wear the traditional costume. Whee! Can't wait can't wait! I am soooo gonna wear last year's gagra again! Yeah! Can't wait! Aku suka! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will finish at 4 today. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling tired and sleepy of late. Usually, I'll sleep after midnight or 1 am. But now, sometimes I will sleep before 11 pm. Haiisyah! I am soooo super duper sleepy right now. Not forgetting, tired also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4230658213464542838?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4230658213464542838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4230658213464542838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4230658213464542838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4230658213464542838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1970951141883566866</id><published>2008-07-16T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:44:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go the airport, but Kakak sms-ed me that Ibu's not going 'cause something happened at home. So, yeah, after my Accounts paper, I rushed home. Got an approved leave from Ms Noraini. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bik Ita won't be in town until Hari Raya. She's going to the Los Angeles for business trip. How cool is that?! Totally, I know. :) Her plane is gonna take off in about 10 minutes' time, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out from the toilet just now, and saw Ibu was crying. It's heartbreaking to see her in that kind of state. One illness after another. It must be really hard on her. She's sleeping now. She's going for another operation in one or two months' time. I love you, Ibu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like, you are feeling really happy but at the same time you feel like something's missing, something's incomplete and also at the very same time you are feeling sad but do not know the reason why? That's what I am feeling right now. I feel so incomplete, a little bit down but at the same time very cheerful. And I seriously do not know why I am feeling kinda sad. It's pretty suckish, you know. I just hate it. I'm NOT being emo. Emo is so overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and I made a new friend yesterday. We noticed that he is always alone in school, so we decided to make friends with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my blog skin again. Hehe. I need something whitey-whithey. Not dark coloured skin. And, no, I'm not waiting for someone to call. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda addicted to Danity Kane's Poetry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't wait for 22 July! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The song that you're hearing is Poetry. But this is not from Danity Kane. Some girls sang it. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1970951141883566866?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1970951141883566866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1970951141883566866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1970951141883566866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1970951141883566866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6923238007306718069</id><published>2008-07-14T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:42:36.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school now and I'm feeling super bored and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday night, I was searching for some stuffs in my drawer when I came across pictures, notes and Friendship Cards from my past years friends. I almost cried. I took them out from my drawer one at a time, trying to reminice the past. Recalled all the bitter sweet memories, the quarrels and all that stuffs. So cute yet so lame. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the pink small handphone chain teddy bear that Fuad gave me while we were in relationship, the drawing Shafiq drew for me in 2004 ( that was also when we were in relationship ), the very first Neo-Print I took with Irfany, Hamizah and Amin, the 2005 calendar and the Friendship card given by Irfany, the pictures I took with Suzy, Naimah and Aminah. The pictures during Zulaikha's birthday. The Friendship Cards from my primary school friends, small birthday card from Suzy ( Mommy broke the tweety bird mug. ) I still have the 2007 SYF scores, the band handgloves, the Staff Sergeant ranks, the SLMB badges. :D I am so not going to throw them away. I won't and I would not let anyone touch my beloved stuffs! No, no, no! But, I am still searching for the Neo-Prints I took with Hamizah and Sarifah, the print I took with Sarifah and the juniors during Racial Harmony Day, and the print I took with my sisters. I am still searching for them! And and I still have Jahan's photo! I thought I've misplaced it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made many new friends and I'm gonna make sure I'll have great memories with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sarifah yesterday at her void deck to collect the mooncake I ordered. Whee! The mooncakes are nice, okay! I've ate them before, but that was years ago. I can't wait to eat it again. But so sayang to open up the box lah. The packaging is soooooo damn pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUPER LOVE YOU PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Muacks Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6923238007306718069?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6923238007306718069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6923238007306718069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6923238007306718069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6923238007306718069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4556954874379422090</id><published>2008-07-09T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:43:51.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Speech Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjY-ZEImI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-vlU6pV4FQ8/s1600-h/05072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220907148745384546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjY-ZEImI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-vlU6pV4FQ8/s320/05072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Mrs Mak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjArAMWgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TZv_T4k5Lsc/s1600-h/05072008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220906731223931394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjArAMWgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TZv_T4k5Lsc/s320/05072008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Ms Wu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjYX8o5jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I3JL-YkRUdk/s1600-h/05072008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220907138425611826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjYX8o5jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I3JL-YkRUdk/s320/05072008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mdm Sharifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjA86XpfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Im4VjulAbg8/s1600-h/05072008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220906736031344114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjA86XpfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Im4VjulAbg8/s320/05072008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I overposed. With Luqman, half-faced. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRi583hspI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GDOmC56FEog/s1600-h/05072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220906615760335506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRi583hspI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GDOmC56FEog/s320/05072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRi6H8zapI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dM2kI-1BV7I/s1600-h/05072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220906618735258258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRi6H8zapI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dM2kI-1BV7I/s320/05072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shahidah and Syahidah. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjYc_EAKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9mtPtU7WeEc/s1600-h/05072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220907139777953954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjYc_EAKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9mtPtU7WeEc/s320/05072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alumni (without Luqman). :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rest of the pictures are with Amirul, Fareed and Ilyanti. :) I was super super proud of the Band. =D A job well-done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4556954874379422090?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4556954874379422090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4556954874379422090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4556954874379422090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4556954874379422090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/speech-day-2008.html' title='Speech Day 2008'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SHRjY-ZEImI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-vlU6pV4FQ8/s72-c/05072008(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6733251063497407700</id><published>2008-07-04T12:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:15:06.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Dil Da Mamla Hai Dilbar</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/BF4cDv5qSg/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/BF4cDv5qSg/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="225" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mast Kalandar - Heyy Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clip above is my favourite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super love the costumes, the colours and the dance moves! This is the reason why, I really badly wanna go India. Pretty, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video also reminds me of my secondary school days - when me and 15 other Sec 5s danced for the Racial Harmony Day. :)) But we danced to the Boli Chudiyan song. I missed those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update on that soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is watching Heyy Baby now. It is a super hilarious movie. I watched it alone yesterday and Mom shouted this from her room, " Adik, kenapa ketawa sorang-sorang? (Adik, why are you laughing alone?) " :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my post is lame, short and boring. Shut up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6733251063497407700?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6733251063497407700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6733251063497407700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6733251063497407700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6733251063497407700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/mast-kalandar-hey-baby-watch-i-super.html' title='Dil Da Mamla Hai Dilbar'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3663472197468027479</id><published>2008-07-02T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:42:47.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assigments'/><title type='text'>Lemme Upgrade You</title><content type='html'>Business question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Can you think of a real world example of Business's reaction to its environment?&lt;br /&gt;i) A business that has successfully changed&lt;br /&gt;ii) A business that has failed to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done half of my accounts homework. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's either I misplaced the OFA paper or I accidently left it in school. Damn it! &lt;em&gt;Selenger bacin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh. I have long hair. Need to do something with it. But definitely will not be going a hair cut. I would not get a hair cut anytime soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3663472197468027479?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3663472197468027479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3663472197468027479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3663472197468027479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3663472197468027479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/07/business-question-can-you-think-of-real.html' title='Lemme Upgrade You'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7981891903265941337</id><published>2008-06-30T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:29:51.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assigments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If only there's an award of any kind, I will surely give it to &lt;strong&gt;Luqman Hakim&lt;/strong&gt; for being my loyal tagger. :) Thanks for the frequent tagging, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel dumb because I do not know what to do for the OFA project. I have not done any school work for the past two weeks. I am so going to be a dead duck. And I am doing everything at the very last minute. I HATE THAT! But I got no one to blame except myself. Bleargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;OFA Project - Due Date 25 July. Given the task since April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accounts assignments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still do not know what the Business's question is. Somebody please reply at the class blog asap. Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is the secondary school's Speech Day this Saturday. I believe the Principal owes some alumni money, right? Haha. The Principal has made a promise to those who scored A in any subject, she will give 50 bucks per subject. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I listened to Class 95 in the morning just now. Morning Express with Glenn Ong and Mark Van Cuylenberg ( The Flying Dutchman ). Glenn was upset because of some ungracious Singaporeans. Glenn and Jamie were about to come out from the lift when a man blocked their way. And instead of apologising, the man made a "tsk!" sound. That made Glenn feeling very crappy this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One bad habit among most of the nation here is that they are so kiasu that they don't allow people to alight from the bus or train or to come out from the elevator first. Instead they will block people's away and aboard first. This is not uncommon. But I think it is very unreasonable for Singaporeans to act like this. It is pretty childish. If young kids were to do that, I would definitely understand because young kids are mischevious. But adults?? Something must be very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's my opinion. Some may disagree with me. But like I said, it's my opinion. That's what blog is about, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm gonna finish my accounts first and do the rest of the assignments later. I still have 6 days left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7981891903265941337?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7981891903265941337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7981891903265941337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7981891903265941337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7981891903265941337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-4479734971520525809</id><published>2008-06-26T13:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:43:51.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>We're smart.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went well. I was contented upon meeting the ladies. Most did not manage to come, though. Like all good friends do, we talked about the good and the bad things of our school and things like that. Well, Ain and I mostly talked about the negative stuffs about our school. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;strong&gt;GET SMART&lt;/strong&gt;. The movie was hilarious. It was great! I love Dwayne Johnson's hot bod. Anne Hathaway looked gorgeous. :) Movie rating: 4 out of 5. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGMrVjQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UF2tjBbQOvc/s1600-h/2-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216060442666110994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGMrVjQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UF2tjBbQOvc/s320/2-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I was pretty quiet yesterday, girlfriends. I was thinking of something, or better still, someone. Do not wanna talk on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another half of the pictures are still with me, Ifah. Beep me if you want them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we meet again? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, girlfriends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-4479734971520525809?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/4479734971520525809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=4479734971520525809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4479734971520525809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/4479734971520525809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-smart.html' title='We&apos;re smart.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGMrVjQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UF2tjBbQOvc/s72-c/2-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-189069194235292235</id><published>2008-06-24T08:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:43:51.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click!</title><content type='html'>Morning, beautiful minds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, I hope to see you darlings tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGBROVTfcyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h-OsuCq9Sd0/s1600-h/page-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215257675173950242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGBROVTfcyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h-OsuCq9Sd0/s320/page-vert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more the merrier. :) Those girls with faces not up here, I'm sorry. Please don't think I do not want you guys to come, I may accidently left you guys out. Sorry bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest ISQ, I am sorry for not being able to join you guys for tomorrow's gathering. I don't think I can make it for Friday's cycling either. Sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy Canon EOS camera. But it costs over a thousand bucks! &lt;em&gt;Maner aku nak korek duit tu?&lt;/em&gt; Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGBSoYF-pYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lznZKEzvYZw/s1600-h/EOS40D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGBSoYF-pYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lznZKEzvYZw/s320/EOS40D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215259222110807426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have surf a couple of Pyschology web sites. I am seriously so interested in it. I am so gonna have a Diploma in Counselling Pyschology. It costs more than $8,000 for a private diploma. When there's a will, there's a way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ambition is to be a counsellor/pyschiatrist/pyschologist. Actually those are my second ambition(s). My first one is to be a nurse. But somehow, I feel that, I won't be a nurse. :( So anyways, I am so gonna strive hard to get what I want. Yeah! Go Eedah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned on taking the private dip after I started working. Real work, real job, I mean. Not part-time. I would be in my mid-twenties by then. BUT! Learning never stops, am I correct? Hehe. My plans may change in times to come. Whatever happens, let nature takes its course. Right now, I am focusing more on the present. I am so gonna do well in my ITE. And have my scholarship. Haha. I have never receive a scholarship in my whole entire life before. Haha. Mom has been reminding me over and over again to study hard and at least have a scholarship. My sisters had received theirs. Except for me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my sisters and I are the totally the opposite. Kakak was the head prefect(1998), asst. head prefect(1999) and the Student Leader during her primary school years. She was also the student counsellor of her secondary school too. Keena is the student counsellor now. Me? I was neither the prefect nor the student counsellor. I was juat a peer support leader. Like, what the hell? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my sisters have received so many bursaries and scholarships. Me? I received no scholarship. Also this year, my application for bursary under some CC has been rejected. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, one good thing about me is: I am so much more hardworking than them. As in, housechores, though. Haha. Old maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-189069194235292235?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/189069194235292235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=189069194235292235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/189069194235292235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/189069194235292235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/06/click.html' title='Click!'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SGBROVTfcyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h-OsuCq9Sd0/s72-c/page-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3058550387556800876</id><published>2008-06-19T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:55:27.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Oh, whatever.</title><content type='html'>I am feeling super bored and this is the main factor why I hate holidays most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go the ICA with Mom to collect her passport. But she's not feeling well. Will be going there on Saturday, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained super heavily yesterday. That was pretty totally scary. I was worried for Dad's and Big Sister's safety. I am such filial daughter and a wonderful sister, I know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am suffering from insomnia. Stupid! I hate of having gigantic eye bags. They are sooo not sexy, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What was the last question someone asked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- " Kakak nak? (Big Sis, you want?) " - Little Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whose msg is the 6th text in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Only three messages. I deleted most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What was the last thing you said/sent to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Said: Nak! Sent: Class blog's username and password to Yanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever called 000?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think so. Accidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you own an iPod/mp3/mp4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do any of your friends have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A friend's friend(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What CD is currently in your CD player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- A Hindi movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Has anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When was the last time you ate in pizza hut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Donkey months ago, I think. Or maybe years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you get along better with boys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Guys. Since secondary school times. &lt;em&gt;Negro-negro&lt;/em&gt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you sleep on your side,stomach, or back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Most of the time, side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- A song from Veer-Zaara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What does the song remind you of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Good question. I don't know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aizat and two of his closest friends. Look out from my kitchen's window, and chak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Almost everything that a human does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What big concerts are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Entah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Something. But it isn't a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next vacation you're going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I don't know. But first on MY list: INDIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What did you dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I think I dreamt of a classmate of mine. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does your phone ring in the middle of the night often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I put in on a silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; What gets in your way of your sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Entah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is something you recently learned about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I'm, emotionally, the weakest in the family. I've learnt about it long time ago, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know anyone who's married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- No favourite. But I like, 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who was the last person who made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Typing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Recently. Two weeks ago, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is one thing you miss about your past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Everything. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey. Alvida (Goodbye in Hindi).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3058550387556800876?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3058550387556800876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3058550387556800876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3058550387556800876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3058550387556800876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-whatever.html' title='Oh, whatever.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6053405086882550708</id><published>2008-06-13T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:59:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what time is it?</title><content type='html'>The video of the BZF project will be shown later infront of the two classes. Can't wait and at the same time, I'm a little bit embarrassed and scared. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS FRIDAY! YAYness! Hehe. Last day of school, baby! Yet, I still do not know how I'll spend my hols. I'll be bored to death if I do not do any planning now. But, I'm seriously so broke. I'm thinking of working during my vacation, but I am so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money please fall from the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an A for my OFA (Office Applications) for CA. Whee! Alhamdulillah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I missed BAND LIFE bloody much! I'm thinking of joining the ITE band after their concert. How does that sound? I seriously wanna play the trumpet/cornet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for McSpicy. Big Sis, buy it for me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S OUT ( in few hours time and only for three weeks. )! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6053405086882550708?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6053405086882550708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6053405086882550708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6053405086882550708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6053405086882550708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-time-is-it.html' title='what time is it?'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3769141393665682779</id><published>2008-06-09T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:29:48.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>how's school?</title><content type='html'>I failed my 2.4km. Hah! And my standing broad jump. Nothing surprising. I've been failing these two since 2003. XD I will spend my holidays jogging with Dyla dearest (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to seriously let out this thing: MENSES SUCKS! Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fun. Have been laughing and making fool of myself with Babes Loves. I have been enjoying the lessons even though sometimes, the lessons could be quite dry and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BZF presentation and roleplay to be done. JIA YOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanie dearest will be leaving for Australia tomorrow. Gonna miss you, girlfrrriiieeennddd! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting heavier. Gonna finish the presentation, and go have my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3769141393665682779?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3769141393665682779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3769141393665682779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3769141393665682779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3769141393665682779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/06/hows-school.html' title='how&apos;s school?'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-6656605180935725343</id><published>2008-06-04T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:43:51.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Fabi Ayyi Alaa'i Rabbikuma Tukazziban</title><content type='html'>I am still feeling a little down now 'cause a really close family friend just passed away yesterday, due to heart attack, in Mecca. He was a pious and a really great man. He'll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bad news was that, Mom's uncle was admitted to ICU yesterday. He suffered from heart attack too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No bad news after this, please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malacca shopping didn't go well. But our supper was superb. =) Got home at around three in the morning 'cause we got lost. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an A again for Accouting for the CA Test. Alhamdulillah. :) I heard from Amin that Fareed got an A too. Yeah. Congrats! =) But I still fear for the topic, Cashbook. I am still a bit weak at that. Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aminah, this is the Japanese guy I was referring about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SEZgQJLZWNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/999bebFb_pk/s1600-h/16052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SEZgQJLZWNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/999bebFb_pk/s320/16052008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207955849558448338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-6656605180935725343?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/6656605180935725343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=6656605180935725343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6656605180935725343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/6656605180935725343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-still-feeling-little-down-now.html' title='Fabi Ayyi Alaa&apos;i Rabbikuma Tukazziban'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SEZgQJLZWNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/999bebFb_pk/s72-c/16052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-9209922452560207391</id><published>2008-05-30T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:51:51.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks For The Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>i'm in denial</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about yesterday first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was one scary shxt! He suddenly went amok. Kicking chairs and shouting vulgarities. It was darn scary. Fiza was crying and my eyes were watery. Police was called in. We had goosebumps and our hearts were beating fast. We were afraid that he will lay his hand on the teacher. Scary okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had OFA CA test just now. I finished it on time. Whee! When time was running up, everyone was running to everyone asking for help. Darn cute! Haha. Yaya and I was laughing all the way, observing everybody's reaction. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dee for accompanying me and also comforting me. Thanks yaw! Aku sayang kamu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my family and I will be going to Park Royal hotel to collect Keena's as well as my bursary. Whee! And I really wish to eat chapati at Noris Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried again. DARN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-9209922452560207391?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/9209922452560207391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=9209922452560207391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9209922452560207391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/9209922452560207391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-in-denial.html' title='i&apos;m in denial'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-3007853851400061062</id><published>2008-05-28T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:15:58.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>i am a dimwit.</title><content type='html'>This feeling(s) again. I hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I get:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;annoyed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;irritated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;frustrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;lethargic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;impatient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easily. I hate it when that happens. The reason: PMS-ing. OMG! I hate it. Now I am getting all agitated already because I do not know what to type. Super ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine. And I guess, everybody has started to feel lazy and stuffs like that. Roleplay project to be done in 2 weeks' time. Chop chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom looks super okay now. So, I guess this Sunday's Malacca shopping is still on! Whee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Next! Questionnare's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Early or mid twenties, if possible. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What you want the most right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Home-schooled. Hahah. Really. I really feel so lazy to walk to a certain distant and stand everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What do you want to be in your next life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Next life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Something to describe yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I realised that I've been becoming more blur. Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you can have more than 1 dream to come true,what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Firstly, I wanna buy a cornet/trumpet. Or maybe someone buy for me?&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I wanna learn to play guitar, piano and violin. (My dream since I was small.)&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly. Those morons who like to be on my beautiful nerve to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Forthly. To become a millionare. Or maybe billionaire. Or maybe bigatriamillabillionaire. Hahah. Like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What are you afraid to lose now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now? Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you believe in ETERNAL love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you meet someone that you love,would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've met. But I don't dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How could you spend 200 bucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Spend and save some. :) Really! I will do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So you cherish every moment of your friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Every single even the littlest and smallest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Which type of person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you believe in GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Definitely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Family or friends,which one more important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Both. But top priority: Familia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you find it a need for you to have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now? I'm happy with single life for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What do you want your friends to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No one. Just themselves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What kind of dramas/movies you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is your favourite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oooh! I like this question! :) Gaze at the moon and stars and fantasize. I do that okay. Not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you`re feeling lonely one day,who will you go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;List one of your goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To become a successful woman. Not afraid of rejections and negative stuffs. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-3007853851400061062?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/3007853851400061062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=3007853851400061062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3007853851400061062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/3007853851400061062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-dimwit.html' title='i am a dimwit.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-8426112258419717902</id><published>2008-05-22T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:07:57.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's deja vu again, with a little twist</title><content type='html'>Mom was admitted to hospital again. It happened last night. I do not want to elaborate it because I seriously do not know how to type it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry about me okay. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID COOK WINS THE IDOL! =) Well, it was not unexpected. But I was a little disappointed that Archuleta didn't win the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This computer is being extra nice to me. (I'm in school, by the way.) The server is kinda fast. And also the class is being awfully quiet. But somehow, I love it! Haha. I need some serenity sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Celine, I'll do the survey soon kk. Love love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-8426112258419717902?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/8426112258419717902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=8426112258419717902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8426112258419717902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/8426112258419717902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-deja-vu-again-with-little-twist.html' title='it&apos;s deja vu again, with a little twist'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-77529063883824963</id><published>2008-05-21T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:19:05.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>sounding the first cornet</title><content type='html'>The princess is back! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not want to update about my trip to Tanjung Pinang. Next time kay, darlings? Or, maybe never? Hehe. I am lazy lah. Super super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wee Kiong: Syahidah, are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup, why?&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiong: Available, or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Available. Why? You wanna be my boyfriend eh?&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiong: Haha. No lah. Can I be your best boy friend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha. Can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between me and the cutest Ah Beng. It wasn't exactly like that, but the convo was something like that. Cute, right??? =) Sorry Yaya, pinjam sekejap eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been an 'ok' for me. I've started to drag myself to school each day. Coming to class late and stuffs like that. I know, I shouldn't do that. But can't help it. I feel lethargic easily. And I thank God soooo much that my school is just in the North area. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, people! I got an A for my Accounts test I did last week! 82 out of 100. Alhamdulillah. And thanks Celine for helping me to guide Fareed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear God, I miss my secondary school mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-77529063883824963?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/77529063883824963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=77529063883824963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/77529063883824963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/77529063883824963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/05/sounding-first-cornet.html' title='sounding the first cornet'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-1306582449459837568</id><published>2008-05-14T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:38:01.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>are you ready?</title><content type='html'>Wednesday today! That means, few more days to Tanjung Pinang and tonight I'll be watching American Idol. CONFIRM! Haha. I super love the two Davids. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright. Class Advisor Hour (CAH) was totally MENDAKS! Office Applications (OFA) was expectedly boring. And thanks to Fauzi who taught me about the stupid mail merging stuffs. Acounting was okay. I think I've got a hang of that subject. NOTE: &lt;strong&gt;I THINK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 14th May. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAREENA &lt;em&gt;LUQMAN&lt;/em&gt;NISA! And, &lt;em&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY&lt;/em&gt;, dearest ISQ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luqman&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha. Will sure do, I hope. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amin HOT!&lt;/strong&gt;: hahahah. I'll try. I'm not holding onto the money, bebeh. Hahah. Hot, eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C E L I N E&lt;/strong&gt;: But he still have not replied my sms. haha. I've forgotten about it, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imah&lt;/strong&gt;: Bring tissue!! Do not forget!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miz&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG! You have the book??! Pinjam boleh??? Haha. And yes, it's a great movie. The cinema was totally full house. And almost every single soul came out, red-eyed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurul&lt;/strong&gt;: I LOVE IT TO BABE!! But the atmosphere different lah. Should watch at the cinema. Better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-1306582449459837568?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/1306582449459837568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=1306582449459837568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1306582449459837568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/1306582449459837568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-ready.html' title='are you ready?'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15214680.post-7870451082267653138</id><published>2008-05-12T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:19:16.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>i'm missing you again.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I've watched Ayat-Ayat Cinta!!!! Wheee!! I loved it! The plot was really touching and I cried. I mean like, I really cried. Tears just rolled down naturally. Hahah. Love love! Caught it yesterday with my sisters and surprisingly, with Mother Dearest. =) Daddy stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading two thick English novels within a week and I am proud of myself! Yay me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school now and I a bit under the weather. Before it got bad, I think I really need to go home. But how? This is not Secondary School. Haiisyah. My throat is hurting. The weather keeps changing, drastically. I HATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Tanjong Pinang this weekend. I wanna enjoy myself and I hope I'll be okay by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's been found. Thank God! Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15214680-7870451082267653138?l=black-odyssey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/feeds/7870451082267653138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15214680&amp;postID=7870451082267653138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7870451082267653138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15214680/posts/default/7870451082267653138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-odyssey.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-missing-you-again.html' title='i&apos;m missing you again.'/><author><name>Nurul Syahidah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkUpv_pJVzU/SdLzf30t3DI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aq0EDdCjJ0I/S220/page1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
