<?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-750511100711312019</id><updated>2011-09-30T19:52:45.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7316049629000710863</id><published>2010-12-06T06:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:06:34.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;http://her-oeuvre.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7316049629000710863?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7316049629000710863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7316049629000710863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7316049629000710863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2149428588971969406</id><published>2010-10-11T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:29:54.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TLHn-t6XvZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6u9YXhYH9LE/s1600/BUGIS+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TLHn-t6XvZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6u9YXhYH9LE/s400/BUGIS+135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526453282422635922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;idk what was he staring at. but i swear, his expression is cuute here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TLHn-DRjqrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mRJt7buWR7I/s1600/BUGIS+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TLHn-DRjqrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mRJt7buWR7I/s400/BUGIS+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526453270977161906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TLHn9rZRwzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FUOZHT3MA1s/s1600/BUGIS+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TLHn9rZRwzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FUOZHT3MA1s/s400/BUGIS+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526453264567092018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;midget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just because of love. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-2149428588971969406?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2149428588971969406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/10/idk-what-was-he-staring-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2149428588971969406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2149428588971969406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/10/idk-what-was-he-staring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TLHn-t6XvZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6u9YXhYH9LE/s72-c/BUGIS+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-3234207576479685016</id><published>2010-10-04T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:29:47.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude. Dont leave for Canada please.&lt;br /&gt;Stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose another friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-3234207576479685016?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/3234207576479685016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/10/dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3234207576479685016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3234207576479685016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/10/dude.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6459237683911431515</id><published>2010-09-21T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:47:08.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're awesome because we're using the same phone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, random much.&lt;br /&gt;But i love today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about Tess of D'Urbervilles. Surprisingly, he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. I need to mug. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-6459237683911431515?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6459237683911431515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-awesome-because-were-using-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6459237683911431515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6459237683911431515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-awesome-because-were-using-same.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7190059639973298691</id><published>2010-09-17T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:24:59.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome-ness.</title><content type='html'>I love this week. :D&lt;br /&gt;Although the start of the week was a bitch (like BITCHbitch).&lt;br /&gt;And and I'm like a toilet freak for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I still love this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's partly because of him who fetched me frm sch on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. He was frm school and he came to BB. Ikr. Suuuhh-weeet.&lt;br /&gt;And we took a long bus ride. Just so we can talk nonsense, tire ourselves and then eventually fall asleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, we managed to solve our 'situation'.&lt;br /&gt;Now. We know what will trigger a dispute betweeen us and we'll try our best to avoid it. So far, it's working. Awesome.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't care less with people like that stalker.&lt;br /&gt;Stalk laa stalk. If that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go too far or I'm gonna be pain in YOUR ass.&lt;br /&gt;No kidding there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7190059639973298691?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7190059639973298691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7190059639973298691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7190059639973298691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-ness.html' title='Awesome-ness.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-485094879577809655</id><published>2010-09-05T06:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T06:41:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guilty Girl With No Camera In Her Hands.</title><content type='html'>ROW2010.&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this first : I SHOULD'VE BROUGHT MY DSLR! ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driver was this awesome dude, Johan. Haha. Awesome enough that he had a female friend from Austria to tag along. Fiona. :D Really, they were the best. I was lucky to get them.(: Oh wait. We were all super lucky to get the beneficiary tht we were assigned to. Shopping in Giant was chaotic i tell you. The ones clogging up the aisles were all the people in black. US. Hehe. There were a few helpful guys along the way who helped me carry the heavy load. Thank you abang-abangs :P The family spent $197.99. And the family's sister was doubting me before. "Are you sure or not! So many, haven't exceed $200 ahh?" I replied. "Noo laaa cik. You still have $70 more to spend lehhs!" :D After tht. Sadly enough. Johan, Fiona and the beneficiary was not able to attend the mass iftar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it was one of the best days of my life.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ♥♥,&lt;br /&gt;The deal is going to be off SOON.&lt;br /&gt;Better prepare yourself. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-485094879577809655?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/485094879577809655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/guilty-girl-with-no-camera-in-her-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/485094879577809655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/485094879577809655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/guilty-girl-with-no-camera-in-her-hands.html' title='The Guilty Girl With No Camera In Her Hands.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8425178659648223806</id><published>2010-09-01T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:40:34.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with two annoying spoilt brats?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1: &lt;/span&gt;Switch off tv. Confiscate remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2: &lt;/span&gt;Make sure they can't reach the main house phone. Placing it on the top of a bookshelf is highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3:&lt;/span&gt; Give a simple tell-off session a.k.a. Screaming Moment. Approximate length - Not more than 10 lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 4:&lt;/span&gt; Lock yourself in the room. Make sure the confiscated remote, cordless phone, laptop and tv is available fr easy usage and entertainment purposes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8425178659648223806?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8425178659648223806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-deal-with-two-annoying-spoilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8425178659648223806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8425178659648223806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-deal-with-two-annoying-spoilt.html' title='How to deal with two annoying spoilt brats?'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-5241146193184277788</id><published>2010-08-28T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:38:58.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still awake. It's probably because he isn't here to force me to sleep. Double sadface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. I mugged just now which is DEFINITELY a good thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay uh. Frankly speaking, i don't care about screwing up my body clock. I just wanna shift my gear into overdrive and survive Promo 2. It's time to prove the principal and the people arnd wrong. Millennians of the 2010 batch can make it. The assumption of us being sucky, good-for-nothing humans needs to be obliterated. Come on, we know what we're goin to face at the end of 3 years. It's kinda dumb to think tht we don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Time crunch, baby. Time crunch.&lt;br /&gt;This usually happens when an individual has too many commitments. Yeah. TOO MANY, i can just breakdown. And no, this has got nothing to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Journalism Training&lt;br /&gt; + Business Entreprenuership Programme&lt;br /&gt; + Sweden Trip Business Marketing Meetings&lt;br /&gt; + Preparations for October's Show&lt;br /&gt; + Preparations For Monologue Performance&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;total madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this is the part where i usually type 'FML'. Naahs. Maybe I should stop fml-ing; replace it with a bogus word or an irritating idiot-proof catchphrase. On second thought, this issue needs to be justified with FML. So yes. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to bore myself to sleep with something.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-5241146193184277788?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/5241146193184277788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-still-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5241146193184277788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5241146193184277788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8516576599772584146</id><published>2010-08-22T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:08:32.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: mwhmjag♥</title><content type='html'>Hi. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we joke arnd.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many small fights we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how irritated I am by her (that stalker).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how pissed and irritated you get by her actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how often we say those three words without realising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that, boy. ♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8516576599772584146?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8516576599772584146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-mwhmjag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8516576599772584146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8516576599772584146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-mwhmjag.html' title='To: mwhmjag♥'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4397494837895943857</id><published>2010-08-15T05:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T06:24:08.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY TUMMY IS IN PAIN RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. Ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures to show how awesome my life has been thanks to these people. I know it's just a few. Go see the rest on FB! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOWukLA_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/-JgnVnCZjC8/s1600/100810MB+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOWukLA_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/-JgnVnCZjC8/s400/100810MB+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505384853103379442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm such a spoiler for this photo. Sorry aunty! :D&lt;/span&gt;&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/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOWe_2SdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mhVUiV0KKhI/s1600/100810MB+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOWe_2SdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mhVUiV0KKhI/s400/100810MB+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505384848924494290" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natasha. Athirah. Fareha. Nadzirah&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOV8w8sgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/t_6ei0qSHKg/s1600/11HHELMY.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOV8w8sgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/t_6ei0qSHKg/s400/11HHELMY.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505384839735194114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mwhmjag. Take 1. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOVhCUwtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cAw1lq3dIKs/s1600/11HELMYY.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOVhCUwtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cAw1lq3dIKs/s400/11HELMYY.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505384832291881682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay forget it. He looks cute in both pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I have yet to thank him profusely for the other day when he tried to reduce the pain in my ankle/feet. He became my walking stick too. Hehhh. Thank you. Thank you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4397494837895943857?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4397494837895943857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-tummy-is-in-pain-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4397494837895943857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4397494837895943857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-tummy-is-in-pain-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TGcOWukLA_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/-JgnVnCZjC8/s72-c/100810MB+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7343385705628369411</id><published>2010-08-11T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:36:34.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm sooo abxghqwpx lazy to do my assignments right now.&lt;br /&gt;Like the principal's talk just now was not demoralising enough.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I hate you PROMOS 2. Dont come can? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7343385705628369411?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7343385705628369411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7343385705628369411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7343385705628369411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6993192780455203623</id><published>2010-08-08T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:06:20.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnt . hahahaha. burnt.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I got burnt hours ago. Sunburnt, that is. I cant say I'm tanned cos like durhhs, I dont have that healthy-looking orange glow. I just got darker. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I haven't touch any of my holiday assignments. Deep shit, I know. Maybe I'll chiong tonight for the sake of tomorrow and Tuesday. Tuesday, YAY! Day out with the HGFF and Aunty. Hehe. It was supposed to be a day out with bf, but then he had lectures and tutorials he can't miss. Oh well. What to do. Carpe Diem people! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooooh. I just checked fb.&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to say is this: FIRST, YOU STALK HIM.WHEN HE CHANGED HIS R/S STATUS, YOU STOPPED STALKING HIM FOR AWHILE. NOW, YOU WANNA STALK ME (AND STILL STALK HIM)? NOO WAY. NOO WAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-6993192780455203623?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6993192780455203623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/burnt-hahahaha-burnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6993192780455203623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6993192780455203623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/burnt-hahahaha-burnt.html' title='burnt . hahahaha. burnt.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-5394616167378931105</id><published>2010-08-06T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:17:00.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. We finally let it out.&lt;br /&gt;Ariff's reaction was expected.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-5394616167378931105?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/5394616167378931105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5394616167378931105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5394616167378931105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7995657228251111157</id><published>2010-08-03T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:18:32.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE SUCCEED IN BABI-ING JUST NOW. WOOOOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great food + great company = Awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soo funny, how we were all counting down the hours eventhough we were on our way to the FIRST lesson of the day. With the exception of people backing out, we still managed to have fun. Hehee. The pictures may look retarded, beware. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of just now. Math tutorial was sooo erghh.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously. I don't like the new class. Stupid banding system. So what, it's the best band? I just hate cliques here, there and everywhere. There seems to be invisible barriers between every clique. Sherry and I felt like outcasts since we were the newcomers. Even Mr Lee took notice of the fact that we were not used to the class.  GAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if I tell you and your friend that you both are fcuking irritating. One day, I'll just explode. Stop disturbing me on fb, msn or even with your text messages. Just go away please before I label you both as 'irritating idiots'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mw&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mjag. ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7995657228251111157?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7995657228251111157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-succeed-in-babi-ing-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7995657228251111157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7995657228251111157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-succeed-in-babi-ing-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4098318313608734067</id><published>2010-08-02T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:33:19.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You made my day again. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for those punches.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;Although you're the one who left a mark.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's the evil one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwhmjag. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4098318313608734067?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4098318313608734067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-made-my-day-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4098318313608734067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4098318313608734067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-made-my-day-again.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-3616223318157525765</id><published>2010-08-01T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:15:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Declarations of Love♥</title><content type='html'>FRHA HGFF, I ♥ YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You're always there for me. Thank you hun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwhmjag. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-3616223318157525765?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/3616223318157525765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/declarations-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3616223318157525765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3616223318157525765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/08/declarations-of-love.html' title='Declarations of Love♥'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-3211205502527912549</id><published>2010-07-30T18:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:13:29.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hushhh.(:</title><content type='html'>Alright. I know I haven't been updating. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was PTC. But guess what. I didn't get nagged at. I didn't get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;I survived. I'm a happy kid! :D Oh wait. I passed GP with a D. I'm a super happy kid! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th July 2010. Arif Budiman at Grand Hyatt Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We kicked ass. Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TFKtnupRHwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TqetzDt7hYg/s1600/38325_131684696873278_100000952454540_154568_7028123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TFKtnupRHwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TqetzDt7hYg/s400/38325_131684696873278_100000952454540_154568_7028123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499648993020419842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TFKvPZEg0kI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kQLw4Zim67g/s1600/38913_131685453539869_100000952454540_154628_8289060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TFKvPZEg0kI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kQLw4Zim67g/s400/38913_131685453539869_100000952454540_154628_8289060_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499650773935510082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TFKtEx3O0UI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4zYHrVP1dVQ/s1600/39084_131685590206522_100000952454540_154635_5114182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TFKtEx3O0UI/AAAAAAAAAVo/4zYHrVP1dVQ/s400/39084_131685590206522_100000952454540_154635_5114182_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499648392588874050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOUBLE LOVE.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh ehh. I hate the fact that Singapore is soo small.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows everyone. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehemm.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with you. They'll be shocked if they find out. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;Ssshhhh. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-3211205502527912549?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/3211205502527912549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/hushhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3211205502527912549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3211205502527912549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/hushhh.html' title='hushhh.(:'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TFKtnupRHwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TqetzDt7hYg/s72-c/38325_131684696873278_100000952454540_154568_7028123_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2982297614249958747</id><published>2010-07-25T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:29:55.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let it go to your head. &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/750511100711312019-2982297614249958747?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2982297614249958747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2982297614249958747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2982297614249958747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-892657682611671189</id><published>2010-07-11T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:24:15.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pipipicypain(:</title><content type='html'>Spain VS Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Epic match. I swear. I was mentally prepared to admit defeat and receive all those "GERMANY WON!" text messages. So yeah. I watched the game at 2.30 am, alone. As per normal. Everyone in this house doesnt give a shit about soccer, except me. Sadface huhs. But buddeh was watching too. We flooded each other's inbox. Kecoh. xD Okay back to the game. Throughout the whole match, Spain had possession of the ball. SPAIN. And I thought Germany had power-packed players. Half the time, you see Trochowski trying to snatch the ball away from the Spanish. Alonso, Pedro and Villa coordinated well together. Add in Silva and you have a group full of tactics. I dont wanna talk about Torres because to me he's useless. If Pedro wasn't so full of himself during that one moment, Torres would've scored and I wouldn't detest him that much. So blah blah blah. Spain scored. The game ended. I began to irritate the hell out of those Spain-haters. YAY ME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight. Spain VS The Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a tough fight. The Oranje have proven themselves worthy of the spot in the finals. If Spain loses, they could at least go home with their heads held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing. I don't know if I should lose like, 3-4 hours of sleep, just to watch the finals. GAAAH. I feel l ike staying up all night. But. There's PE tmrw. Oh yeah. extra training too after school. Monday is just ohh-so dreadful. *groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIPIPICYPAIN. Word up! hahahahaha. Okay la. No one else would understand. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm going off now. Probably continue reading Tess while waiting for him to book-in.&lt;br /&gt;Speak of the devil. He just did. LOLQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-892657682611671189?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/892657682611671189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/pipipicypain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/892657682611671189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/892657682611671189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/pipipicypain.html' title='pipipicypain(:'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-1147774711120803792</id><published>2010-07-07T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:29:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAIN, DON'T LET ME DOWN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T. DON'T. DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY IS CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KICKASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FTW.&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/750511100711312019-1147774711120803792?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/1147774711120803792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/spain-dont-let-me-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1147774711120803792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1147774711120803792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/spain-dont-let-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-68318453437232137</id><published>2010-07-06T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:04:43.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. ytdd was A-W-E-S-O-M-E.&lt;br /&gt;it was so awesome that i had to start the post with a 'haha'. Haha. Okay, shut up natt. So yeaah, someone spilled like half of the popcorn; someone was being super sarcastic most of the time and oh yaaaaaaa, someone kept wishing i would fall. If that wasn't enough, someone laughed while watching me eat and someone didn't believe that the drink stall at plaza sing doesn't sell tissues. HAHA. okay la. We were awesome. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big BUT.&lt;br /&gt;The movie wasn't awesome at all. Eclipse was the one book that i was totally not fond of in the Twilight saga. I was expecting it to be more action; less talking. Yes people, i was prepared to detest the movie because of the war. Guess what? I dislike it more because the movie revolves around Bella's complicating emotions. And oh please, how can i forget Taylor Lautner flaunting his body here, there and everywhere? When the whole cinema hall went "WOOOOOOOOOOO~", i swear i went "EEEEEEEEEEWWW" instead. Reason being - Taylor's abs weren't well-sculpted enough to be gawked at. Come on, you have to agree that his full abs were faint, not truly 'outstanding'. I'm more of the vamp rather than the wolves, yes. That doesn't mean i have nothing to complain about the vamps. Edward glistens in the Sun. Yeah, we all know that from Twilight but hey, do you really need to make him so sparkly that he can be mistaken for a slab of glitter which fell from the delivery truck that was on the way to the processing facilities in South Dakota. Spare Edward some love, man. He's still a male. He's just playing as a DEAD male dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable quote. "And lets face it. I'm hotter than you."&lt;br /&gt;pwned. like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget the last part. Jacob's turn to steal the limelight. He keeps pestering Bella that he's the better choice. Blabbers about love and lalalalalalala. I almost fell asleep during that part. And Zul - being Zul - laughed. Tskk. HI JACOB. In the end the whole world knows that she's going to choose Edward over you; why bother proving yourself worthy of loving her with all that bullcrap talk which, in turn, will lengthen the movie duration with uneccessary scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the movie is like this-&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you're documenting a the growth of this beautiful exotic flower. After planting the seed, instead of focusing on the its first leaf or whatever, you focus on the Sun and then the Moon at night. You see the bud forming. Instead of locking your gaze at that bud, you zoom in on the soil; trying to capture minute changes there - probably wishing some liquefaction will occur because it's just too boring to be taping the damn soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how i see it. You think i'm kidding? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fcuking serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness someone was the reason why I was still sane after the movie. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-68318453437232137?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/68318453437232137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/68318453437232137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/68318453437232137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8286902345732203766</id><published>2010-07-04T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:18:20.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idc.</title><content type='html'>I dont really care abt Tess. Literature paper 5 is gonna suck big time. Maybe i'm reading it to sleep or something.  Either way, I'm not really going to spend so much time on it for Promo 1. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Right, zul? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TDCJ4GaurYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5Jqp9kgrQEI/s1600/eclipse-poster-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TDCJ4GaurYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5Jqp9kgrQEI/s400/eclipse-poster-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490039542653037954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8286902345732203766?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8286902345732203766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/idc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8286902345732203766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8286902345732203766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/07/idc.html' title='idc.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TDCJ4GaurYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5Jqp9kgrQEI/s72-c/eclipse-poster-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7193910262099009034</id><published>2010-06-28T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:34:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you. for being here. always.&lt;br /&gt;stay, will you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7193910262099009034?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7193910262099009034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7193910262099009034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7193910262099009034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7624612418468682530</id><published>2010-06-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:32:11.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-promos pain.</title><content type='html'>I swear. I detest the exam period. Why oooh why do I have to fall sick. Hereditary is to blame. Sigh. My forehead is swelled up too; No thanks to the tv in my room. Every now and then, my head hurts. Sad isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights is such a pain right now.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is bro's POP. Yay. I'm gonna go since it's my turn. Dad had his chance when he sent him to camp, all the way till Tekong. So double yay for me. And my bro, I cant believe i'm sayin this, he's not bad at all. He lost soo much weight. Jealous manzxzxz. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7624612418468682530?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7624612418468682530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-promos-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7624612418468682530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7624612418468682530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-promos-pain.html' title='pre-promos pain.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-25557727833187139</id><published>2010-06-25T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:59:29.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run away,</title><content type='html'>It's funny, really. How things can change. How people can just walk away. How we run away. Ever wondered why we keep running away from the difficulties, complications that we face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont run away. I've been facing shit since the start of the year. "Oh pffft, what shit." You'd probably say that. But hell. You just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew. The more you keep implying that you just want to keep a distance away from that someone, the more you actually get closer to him/her. Human nature, I suppose. Heck. It does complicate things. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is coming. Gift hunting time. Oh YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night. webcam-ed with old kidd as per normal. But tht particular night. His bunk mates were kecoh. Haha. Kecoh but friendly lurhhs. And they slept super late. I'm sure they'd be super cranky today. Damn fierce uhh later. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i wanna spend time talkin to my buddeh.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-25557727833187139?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/25557727833187139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/25557727833187139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/25557727833187139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-away.html' title='run away,'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2677135940685541429</id><published>2010-06-19T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:39:00.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YELLOW BOY. muahahahaaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxHdqS2d1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/I-bGCfTRzuM/s1600/FAREEZ+MEREPEK.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxHdqS2d1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/I-bGCfTRzuM/s400/FAREEZ+MEREPEK.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484337021125556050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxHdI_kBPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3345q15EgC0/s1600/fareez+crazy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxHdI_kBPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3345q15EgC0/s400/fareez+crazy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484337012186285298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxHcUkIr3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/c1t3vou48CA/s1600/fareez+mat+rep.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxHcUkIr3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/c1t3vou48CA/s400/fareez+mat+rep.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484336998112604018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxG3F_PIrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2IBUk91qgqw/s1600/fareez..png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxG3F_PIrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2IBUk91qgqw/s400/fareez..png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484336358544581298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytdd was very crappy.&lt;br /&gt;say hi to the famous Yellow Werewolf. also known as Yellow Listerine.&lt;br /&gt;He morphed uhh. thts why. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now. My teammates are MIA-ing. Sigh. The agony of being the only girl in the Marketing Team. Why laaaaaaa all the girls who applied for MI.World wanna go to Germany and the UK. Spare me the suffering, for once. Argh. *takes deep breaths* All for Sweden. All for Sweden. In 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye. I gotta continue mugging. Plate Tectonics. Volcanoes.&lt;br /&gt;Screw Lit. Wuthering Heights is super long-winded. Tess? I havent touched tht since idk when. Paper 5 is gonna suck eggs. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-2677135940685541429?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2677135940685541429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow-boy-muahahahaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2677135940685541429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2677135940685541429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow-boy-muahahahaaa.html' title='YELLOW BOY. muahahahaaa.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TBxHdqS2d1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/I-bGCfTRzuM/s72-c/FAREEZ+MEREPEK.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8766452953669028310</id><published>2010-06-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:08:35.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance. dance.</title><content type='html'>HI.&lt;br /&gt;My right feet hurts. My left thigh + knee are aching like hell.&lt;br /&gt;just now training was tiring, as per normal. Arnd five seniors came back. PRESSURE LEVEL: DANGEROUSLY HIGH. guhh-reat. Abg Mok drilled us on every move and every note that we've got to hit. He wants perfection, you see. Kak Su taught us the first few steps of Zapin. ohh-my-bittergourd, it's tricky. Especially the foot work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "1,  2, 3, left and down and back and up turn left and 1, 2, 3 and up and.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 16 years, i would have never thought tht i'd be dancing the Zapin; during a dinner gala at the Grand Hyatt Hotel.  zomfg. in 2 months' time. Not mentally prepared, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here for now. My body wants contact with the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hey, you take care please. I know last night you were too stressed up after your lecturer called. Yeahh, shit happens. But hey, you've been through all kinds of difficulties (like, you know having to squeeze in the bus with all those _____ during your internship period, HAHAHA). You know you make me smile every single time. Likewise, I'll try to make you smile too. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8766452953669028310?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8766452953669028310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8766452953669028310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8766452953669028310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-dance.html' title='dance. dance.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-459242604420212129</id><published>2010-06-07T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:59:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joseph left ytdd night.&lt;br /&gt;His last text:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Well take care k? Sorry not in singapore to take care of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk why. but i just find it sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CLASSES THIS WEEK. wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;mugging time! :D&lt;br /&gt;but there's gonna be intensive cca training on wednesday and thursday. double yay please! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to be frank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im loving my life right now. no shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have my family and friends to thank for. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yeah. i  have to thank YOU too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-459242604420212129?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/459242604420212129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/joseph-left-ytdd-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/459242604420212129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/459242604420212129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/joseph-left-ytdd-night.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7075436059934894134</id><published>2010-06-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:35:38.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TAkqjzs8SkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tLIClUt8jRI/s1600/love-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TAkqjzs8SkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tLIClUt8jRI/s320/love-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478957216335415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'll get through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know we will.&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/750511100711312019-7075436059934894134?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7075436059934894134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-get-through-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7075436059934894134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7075436059934894134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-get-through-this.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/TAkqjzs8SkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tLIClUt8jRI/s72-c/love-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8912629784439083491</id><published>2010-05-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:02:14.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schedule uptight?</title><content type='html'>IAN AND I. WE'RE FREAKIN OUT. LIKE RIGHT ABOUT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;We got selected for the entrepreneurship programme. woooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;Interview is on monday. Please natasha, dont screw this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my schedule. Guess what. I'm lesson-free on Monday. So I'm supposed to get my ass to school in the middle of the afternoon for the interview, which would probably last for like half an hour (maximum) and then go home. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I have a story due on Wednesday. How can I forget about MI Wired. gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay crap. SWEDEN BUSINESS MARKETING PLAN. Not a word yet from the supplier.&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh gud-reeeat. Sigh. The things I do just for the Sweden trip. Nvm. I'm sure it's gonna be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;November = SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the hols. PROMO 1.&lt;br /&gt;And the nightmare begins. okay, it has alrdy began - with the gory GP. Alright. Rephrase: And the nightmare continues. Better complete reading Wuthering Heights. That snarling Heathcliff, whose dark and handsome image never fails to captivate women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of them, though. I like a fearless gentleman. (:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;wheeeee. He's online!&lt;br /&gt;I need to log off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8912629784439083491?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8912629784439083491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/schedule-uptight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8912629784439083491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8912629784439083491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/schedule-uptight.html' title='schedule uptight?'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2933129969812082555</id><published>2010-05-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:05:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP. date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;GP paper was nightmare-ishh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday was slack day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, half of the class was gone. before lit tutorial started, another half of the remaining class (so, technically, a quarter of the whole class) POOOOOF-ED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually im kinda lazy to blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;let the pictures speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S__L33f5lxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7ZB4I0PhJEQ/s1600/nat+farhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476319832556803858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S__L33f5lxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7ZB4I0PhJEQ/s320/nat+farhan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY SHOES ARE WAAAY MORE SHINY THAN YOURS FARHAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S__L3bOWNjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SdvmKcn0sCk/s1600/23663_1371409039986_1074555158_1114128_547005_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476319824966989362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S__L3bOWNjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SdvmKcn0sCk/s320/23663_1371409039986_1074555158_1114128_547005_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after first performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S__L3OfwhJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4j1vhd6B7bw/s1600/0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476319821550355602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S__L3OfwhJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4j1vhd6B7bw/s320/0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my HOT HOT HOT gf. i love. i love her! :D&lt;br /&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-2933129969812082555?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2933129969812082555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/up-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2933129969812082555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2933129969812082555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/up-date.html' title='UP. date.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S__L33f5lxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7ZB4I0PhJEQ/s72-c/nat+farhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-1201249741752674146</id><published>2010-05-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:05:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hi. GP Promo Exam tmrw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hyperventilating now. heart beating twice as fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-1201249741752674146?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/1201249741752674146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1201249741752674146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1201249741752674146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2132159205478523493</id><published>2010-05-16T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:49:23.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;why are you so sweet to me?&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natt&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/750511100711312019-2132159205478523493?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2132159205478523493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-are-you-so-sweet-to-me-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2132159205478523493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2132159205478523493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-are-you-so-sweet-to-me-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2313188748935655605</id><published>2010-05-05T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:34:32.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>40.1&lt;br /&gt;thats the magic number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my fever temperature. i can feel my brain being fried.&lt;br /&gt;thats why im at home. with two days MC. once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk why. but i cant wait for MI mart.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school. haha. yeah. donald duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. IM TOO RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry. but i should continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story 3! do i have to say more?&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh, the amount of joy and contentment it'll give. in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna loooooose mooooore weight.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want. ohhh wait. i NEED to go shopping. again.&lt;br /&gt;and splurge on more clothes. sorry, i dont go for labels. really, i dont.&lt;br /&gt;quality matters more, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 pills per day does sound like a definite overdose right.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i feel like passing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. bye.&lt;br /&gt;more random thoughts later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-2313188748935655605?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2313188748935655605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2313188748935655605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2313188748935655605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/05/40.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4782838110279115150</id><published>2010-04-26T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:26:00.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sugarcoatedlips"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/sugarcoatedlips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask me anything baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4782838110279115150?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4782838110279115150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4782838110279115150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4782838110279115150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-837279808631155495</id><published>2010-04-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:24:42.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LTY FOUND MY BLOG. woohooo. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i log into MSN, there's bound to be people asking me this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" HOW'S MI? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i usually give the same old answer- "it's fine. not too bad." with some variations, of course. if i just wanna end tht particular convo with tht person, i'll just answer with one word. if i wanna keep the convo going, i'll give one whole paragraph. or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. truth is.&lt;br /&gt;im definitely glad i chose MI. im (SUPER) glad tht i didnt choose YJ, SR or IJ. i know they're going through hell right now. especially with PW. yeaaah, sucky question this year. Millennians only have to worry abt PW next year. tht doesnt mean we're project-free though. every single one of us have at least 4 projects to deal with this term. and that doesnt include MI mart. i dont even know why ART students are included in this project. we're sooo not business minded, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. i love the people arnd me. literally, i do.&lt;br /&gt;they make me smile and laugh. they make me realise tht the inside matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cca?&lt;br /&gt;just look at the photos on fb.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. it's tiring. having to perform, week after week. luckily we're given a break this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically. i love being in MI. excluding the homework load and stacks of reading material tht we've got to read, i really love it. dont look down on Millennians because we take 3 years to conquer the mighty, scary A levels. we're just like everyone else. we mug. have CCAs. and have fun when the occasion calls for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im logging off now.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, POLY PEOPLE. CONTINUE TEXTING ME WHENEVER YOUR LECTURES ARE OH SO BORING. I'D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO CRAP WITH YOU.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-837279808631155495?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/837279808631155495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/04/lty-found-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/837279808631155495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/837279808631155495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/04/lty-found-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4034590253478732774</id><published>2010-04-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:06:40.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hectic? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying every minute of every single day? hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update sooon.&lt;br /&gt;cos my lappy is dying. and i dont want her to overheat. (like duhh, she's only 2 days old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my darlings. i miss my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;and sexy(he thinks he's likewise) is crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4034590253478732774?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4034590253478732774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/04/hectic-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4034590253478732774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4034590253478732774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/04/hectic-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2569411247450727607</id><published>2010-03-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:52:23.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today. i was holding back my tears. for fzn's sake. i didnt want her to be sad. and my face kinda sucks in every picture taken today. HAHA. oh ya. people cant remember my name. johar called me 'liana'. sad right. maxine forgot my name too! sighhhh. but its okay. i remember their names. see, im good(: &lt;div&gt;okay, self-praising much. hahahaa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im happy tht fzn likes it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhhhhhh yeaaaah. thank you for star-gazing with me tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY LAAA I COULDNT COUNT THE STARS PROPERLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's your fault! heeee(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i need to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to get out of the house at 6:00am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zeeeebraa craap la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-2569411247450727607?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2569411247450727607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2569411247450727607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2569411247450727607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6398574019237197272</id><published>2010-03-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:11:50.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SCHOOL IS TIRING. why why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly. i miss my OG. i miss my lame partner. i miss the tachi hyperr ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andd look! i found this pict. on FB. like finally laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S6tgL-3JLJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WgVXEtiABbw/s1600/22771_289586573740_746943740_3450235_6435909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S6tgL-3JLJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WgVXEtiABbw/s320/22771_289586573740_746943740_3450235_6435909_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452557532831231122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my second MI partner. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I MISS ORIENTATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-6398574019237197272?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6398574019237197272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-is-tiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6398574019237197272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6398574019237197272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-is-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S6tgL-3JLJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WgVXEtiABbw/s72-c/22771_289586573740_746943740_3450235_6435909_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-1429110300176223115</id><published>2010-03-18T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:29:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im sorry. but i just cant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart still belongs to him.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-1429110300176223115?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/1429110300176223115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1429110300176223115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1429110300176223115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4482204113185160139</id><published>2010-03-16T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:45:41.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays? NOT.</title><content type='html'>YAY. finally. a day off. &lt;div&gt;school is chaotic. but im not complaining. cos in school, there are happyhappyhappy people!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's because of them i've made my decision to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the business talk ytdd was a bore. seriously. i was busy trying to destroy roz's phone. HAHAHA. sherry was fast asleep in 10 mins. once the lecturer flashed the leaders' names on the screen, i cursed. the first thing i asked; "why does my name kinda look short?" and ely gave me the &lt;i&gt;sian&lt;/i&gt; look. thanks uh. hahahaaa. so after tht. brainstorming brainstorming. break. THE BEST PART OF THE DAY! wooooots. FOOOOD(:  more lecture after tht. then we submitted the business proposal. YAY. i walked out of the room, thinking abt the burden i have to carry as a leader and then Dylan said "Hi Natasha! Do you know me? *smiles widely*" i shook my head. and he laughed. i texted LTY. and he started telling me abt Dylan. it's his friend. how surprising. LTY said my reaction was kinda funny. evil. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmrw. school - cca to be exact. and __________. WOOOOOOTS!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant wait. im so gonna bring the DSLR. get ready guys :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah. one more thing. CRUSHES. hey, crushes do wear off right? it's like cupid sprinkled some of his special love dust on his victim. sooner or later, the dust will get blown away by the occasional wind. and then. bye, bye love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;true?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay then. i'll stop here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4482204113185160139?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4482204113185160139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/holidays-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4482204113185160139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4482204113185160139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/holidays-not.html' title='holidays? NOT.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6541783553059431382</id><published>2010-03-04T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:29:26.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected.</title><content type='html'>i signed out early. all thanks to my eye infection. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's great to know tht some people do care. like sherry, LTY, Dian, Afiqah. and and oh yeah, those two guys sitting behind during maths tutorials! ooops, how cn i forget. Mr Lee and Mdm Marnee alsoooo :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great people.(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after i signed out, i went to bukit batok polyclinic which was nearby. and also cos the infection was spreading to the other eye - both eyes were tearing by the time i went to the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE 2 DAYS MC! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. that means im missing sports day tmrw! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and i've made up my mind. im quitting english drama. im joining MCS (malay drama) instead. YAY. shelby seems fine about it. and i knw, she's gonna kick ass there; even without me being there to cheer her on. okay fine. i'll have to get over the language barrier if i join MCS. bt what the heck, i'll try my hardest to. the connection i have with the MCS people are gazillion times better than me with the drama club seniors. no offence to whoever, please. its just me. i wanna do something different for a change. i wanna challenge myself. and show tht i can be a &lt;i&gt;melayu. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he calls, he tells me everything. and i do the same. i cant wait for him to come home. i have a hell lot more stories to tell him. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-6541783553059431382?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6541783553059431382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6541783553059431382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6541783553059431382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/03/unexpected.html' title='unexpected.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2726708899530797951</id><published>2010-02-28T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:20:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im such a sucker for sweet-talkers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why. why. WHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i should just practise selective listening. that way i wont i have to listen to him sweet-talking. gaaaaaaaaaaaah. i hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-2726708899530797951?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2726708899530797951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-such-sucker-for-sweet-talkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2726708899530797951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2726708899530797951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-such-sucker-for-sweet-talkers.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6493025664240408300</id><published>2010-02-23T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:07:04.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>general paper = suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tmrw. &lt;div&gt;1st GP timed assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what? i was researching.instead of closing a tab, i closed the whole window. and now im pissed. cos im back to square one. dont say im dumb for not goin thru my history or whatever. i did. and there are a hell lot of pages i have to re-visit. okay, fine. it's partially my fault. but shouldnt Chrome at least ask me whether i want to really close the window or not. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the questions. a way different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at a glance, you'd think the questions are simple - you'd probably go around sayin you can answer it with your eyes closed. but hoho. think again people, think again. in GP, you've got to find the underlying meaning in every statement/question. heck the fact tht the question only contains 7 words. the shorter the question, the clueless you will be. thts the ugly truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knw im gonna die tmrw. die is an exaggeration, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bt seriously. this is like major suicide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/750511100711312019-6493025664240408300?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6493025664240408300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/general-paper-suicide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6493025664240408300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6493025664240408300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/general-paper-suicide.html' title='general paper = suicide'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4550297956008989682</id><published>2010-02-20T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:53:02.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never told you.</title><content type='html'>what i should have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im sorry that i let it out on your very good friend. oh hell yeah. he had to go endure all that shit. just for you. he tried to be the mediator. he tried to show me the reason why you were acting on impulse. nevermind the fact that you're lying. he's still implying tht you're a great friend, a good dude. and wth did you do? you started to act bitchy. yeah, you. okay uh, acting mat-rep would be way acccurate. he wanted to know. you twisted your story. you didnt even answer his question. damn, call yourself intelligent. not saying you're not. bt sometimes, you gotta think before you go on crappin. your friend, he's a nice guy. and once again. im sorry he had to listen to everything and not you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, he's hurt. bt he shouldnt be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; should be the one suffering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;au revoir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4550297956008989682?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4550297956008989682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-never-told-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4550297956008989682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4550297956008989682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-never-told-you.html' title='I never told you.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-3547607441311179148</id><published>2010-02-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:52:14.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"whatever happened this week; you should put it behind you." &lt;div&gt;that was wht a senior told me. oh wth. he thinks it's tht easy. gaaaaaah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far, school is fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10A3 is one super class(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the teachers are not bad either. YAY. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im gonna get nagged at. again. i've missed my medication for like a day or two alrdy. oh wait, nagging plus plus lecture. sighhh. why cant i eat like others do. my life would be waaaaaay simpler, thank you. i hate this. i hate having to go for regular check-ups. i hate having to go and see a specialist. really. i just hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother is leaving soon. i wont have anyone to share my problems with at home; no one to crapp with in the middle of the night and and and he wont be there to strum random songs on the guitar. we wont be able to finish each other's sentences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and most importantly, i wont have anyone to quarrel with. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im logging off. im being too emo, even for my liking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With love, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-3547607441311179148?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/3547607441311179148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatever-happened-this-week-you-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3547607441311179148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3547607441311179148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatever-happened-this-week-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4802901568386008108</id><published>2010-02-15T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:59:39.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. scariest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to those who were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;you knw who you are. i love you guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;if i did get warded jst now, i would've cried i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna miss my official first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i need to rest. or my mom's gonna scream.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Love,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4802901568386008108?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4802901568386008108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4802901568386008108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4802901568386008108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8453098852663885082</id><published>2010-02-12T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:54:26.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just finished looking through the class allocation list for PU1.&lt;br /&gt;woooooots. my class is being dominated by girls! who knows? it'd be like 4EA. hahaa. woaah. power laa. and and its sooo unfair. 3 northlanders are sticking together; same class! marion, ralph and farhan - the lit prodigies. daaaaaamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my lame partner is in the science faculty! so saaaad. but nvm, we'll be lame during breaks okay! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im done. blogg soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8453098852663885082?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8453098852663885082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-just-finished-looking-through-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8453098852663885082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8453098852663885082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-just-finished-looking-through-class.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4629650835392246188</id><published>2010-02-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:34:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YAY! WEEKEND! WEEKEND! WOOOOOOOOOW WWHEEEEEEEEEEE!  :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i sound like a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im loving my new school. with my new friends. and and and. i love TACHIBANA loads! :D we won The Most Ra-Ra Team Award!(: of course uh. the people in tachi were all sooo hyper like anything. i think ytdd, the last day of orientation, we all had an indefinite sugar rush or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. parents fetched. and we went to mediacorp in the evening. watched Suria Elektra live. there was even a dress code - formal. very very very sian. to be frank, i was alrdy half-dead when my parents dragged me there. seriously, the orientation finale drained all of my energy. after the show ended, there was the reception. my brother reconciled ties with his former japanese group buddy, alyph from sleeq. well, good for him. i just wanted to head home and sleeeeeeeeep. and finally, we did. YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;HEROINE! ILY MORE.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;VIVIAN vivian! i've started school alrdy le. idk when cn we go out. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder. why is he always there for me whenever i need someone close by; but you're nowhere near. how absolutely mind-boggling. no worries, it's no big deal.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4629650835392246188?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4629650835392246188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-weekend-weekend-wooooooooow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4629650835392246188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4629650835392246188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-weekend-weekend-wooooooooow.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-1304344595807524004</id><published>2010-02-03T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:27:47.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired. soooo the tired. seriously. now. i reach home at arnd 7-8 pm every single solitary day. okay, im complaining again. argh. the thing is, i just cant get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt week. 4 compulsory tutorials. and more lectures.&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooh the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die la. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-1304344595807524004?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/1304344595807524004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1304344595807524004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1304344595807524004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-1213905950010548088</id><published>2010-01-31T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:45:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i need to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting results day. i swear, it was one of those days tht i'll remember for the rest of my life. emotionally wrecked. buddeh called early in the morning after i received the text msg. thanks buddeh. vivian called thereafter. jolie and i had the same fate. so yeah. we both just couldnt stop. my dreams were crushed; there and then. the COP for archi was 17. why, wasnt 13 good enough? whatever uhh. i guess they didnt want a science student or they just hated me. boyf wasnt happy either cos he didnt get the jc of his choice. it was one sucky sucky sucky day. but, im thankful. for the beautiful people in my life. thank you for the support. mom. dad. abg. boyf. buddeh. heroine. momo. batman. harshh. vivian. and and the rest. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE TO BITS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. the next day, ariff and i headed down to MI to appeal. and we got lost. eventually, we took a cab. he was complaining about the weather- the heat, the sun. non-stop. hahaaa. we had to sit for an interview with the VP. which was scary and tht i will never forget either. the VP admitted me straight into MI after the interview. overwhelmed? DUUH. and i had to join the orientation like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i tagged along with the other northlanders. waking up early is never my forte. and not to mention; my body clock is kinda fcuked up. soo yeah, it is hell. the mrt ride was draggy. and so was the bus ride. how to endure, how.. sighh. but but but. the second day was better than the previous day. less talking. more action. we learnt the MI dance at the end of the day. and i had a TALL TALL guy as my partner. we were both blurr. we couldnt remember the steps tht well. so we just hentam. we laughed everytime we didnt get the tango-chacha part right. hilarious. hahaaa. here's the con - i reached home at 7.50pm. tht doesnt even include any slack time. pathetic right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;new bag. new shoes. FOOD FOOD. very satisfied. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyf said he's going to find a gay date for v-day. that way, he wont make me mad. smart uhh. and he said i should go find a les date for my v-day. wherever i may be on tht day. cos YAY. holiday holiday family time for me! :D though, we arent tht sure where we're heading to. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im logging off.&lt;br /&gt;au revoir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-1213905950010548088?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/1213905950010548088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-need-to-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1213905950010548088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1213905950010548088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-need-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4124530779590631575</id><published>2010-01-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:37:13.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S1V88W7y0HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AOTr4WJIP2U/s1600-h/happy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 54px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S1V88W7y0HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AOTr4WJIP2U/s320/happy-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428382302255370354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4124530779590631575?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4124530779590631575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-love-natt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4124530779590631575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4124530779590631575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-love-natt.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/S1V88W7y0HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AOTr4WJIP2U/s72-c/happy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-5523963653914321025</id><published>2010-01-18T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:36:46.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vampires!</title><content type='html'>SYAFIQ TAY KEE MENG!&lt;br /&gt;tyty. for crapping abt our primary school days ytdd. though i really didnt want to, bt you tortured me with the memories anyways. thank you arhhs. yes, we were both damn lame. i cant forget tht part. ohh yeahh. we were watching pulau hantu. bt he didnt know wht the story was about. super blur lurhhs he. and vampires bite and fly kn? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUDDEH! ehem.&lt;br /&gt;you always make my day lurhhs. no doubt about it.(:&lt;br /&gt;and i thank you for tht. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thankful for having people who care. and oh yeah. for having people who worry. yay. 2010 is turning out fine. so far. uuhh-huh. i dont really care about the past anymore. they're painful to remember. so spare me the emotional breakdown. let me be happy for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another yay. i have a job. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;tutoring. bt the suckish part? i have to recap on my maths and sciences. sadd. nvm lurhhs. at least i have something to do rather than rotting at home. again, im thankful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im gonna go gamegame gaming! :D&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-5523963653914321025?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/5523963653914321025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/vampires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5523963653914321025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5523963653914321025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/vampires.html' title='vampires!'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4074584370665769913</id><published>2010-01-13T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:54:15.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After-O's big headache.</title><content type='html'>just came back from sp and tp.&lt;br /&gt;and now im thinking twice about my choices.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a smart ass. i didnt deduct 2 pts from my L1R4. =.=&lt;br /&gt;no wonder laa im eligible for those courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cory is thinking abt IT and business. he's a single-pointer, so the lecturer was trying her best to lure him into TP's IT course. she even gave him a scholarship form. he went all like, "errm, im still not sure. im looking at NYP's course too." she insisted tht he should just hold on to the form. cory being cory, he said it's alright and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiq wants aerospace. both aerospace electronic courses at tp and sp was really interesting. his dad asked super in-depth questions. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? i want that course at SP. heeeee. and the lecturer was encouraging me to apply for the scholarship cos i "stand a very good chance in getting it." 'very good chance' doesnt quite sound convincing, does it? bt even my mommy asked me to give it a shot. looking back, this is the course i've been wanting to be in since idk when. why would i not wanna try and get it right. tsk2. but i know my 3rd choice is definitely aerospace electronics. certified aviation engineer license after 3 years! provided that you've passed at least 11 out of 12 papers. thts the headache part. haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im applying tonight. cos i dont wanna crack my brain anymore. yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my smile isnt genuine these days. sad, isnt it? sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why are we so complicated. things arent gonna be the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ever again. thanks duuuude(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay uh. i wanna start gaming.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4074584370665769913?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4074584370665769913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-os-big-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4074584370665769913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4074584370665769913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-os-big-headache.html' title='After-O&apos;s big headache.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7408389294399412780</id><published>2010-01-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:58:31.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you people. for calling and screaming on the phone. i know buddy's scream was the most memorable. xD oh yeaah. and flooding my inbox too. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hit my target. surprising results, i swear. there was only a single D7. phew. and tht was the reason why those tears cant stop flowing. like tap water they said. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thankful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, i'll update further soooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7408389294399412780?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7408389294399412780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7408389294399412780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7408389294399412780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-people.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-1157226167211594199</id><published>2010-01-06T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:17:34.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MONDAY. aka D-DAY.&lt;br /&gt;okay, im exaggerating. but it is D-Day for me. though, theres a pang of curiosity in me; anxious and excited to want to know my results. GAAAAAH. i cant believe i just said im excited. damn, whats with me. i mean, i've worked soo hard for those darn papers. i've pushed my body to its limits until i had to take two of my papers separately from everyone else. with a mask on the entire time. suffocating uh, i tell you. enough sidetracking, natt. argh. IM FREAKING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-1157226167211594199?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/1157226167211594199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1157226167211594199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/1157226167211594199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4610392335567626817</id><published>2010-01-01T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:20:25.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2010. a new year. with new goals. and new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year resolutions? hurhhs hurhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ohh-so cliche "i wanna lose weight."&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. im not kidding. i've got to get abs before my brother does. though, it is damn unfair cos he's goin to have vigorous training and i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adopt the "i-dont-give-a-shit-about-people-who-hates/detests/dislikes-me."&lt;br /&gt;low-life imbeciles can go ahead and hate-tagg. cos i dont care. but if they do have brains, they wouldnt stoop so low. neurologists say, "use it or lose it." and they're referring to that brain of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile more.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean. i should appreciate the little things in life. eventhough they may come and go with a blink of an eye. and ohh yeah. i should smile more soo no one would ask me if i've got something troubling me up there, in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erase unwanted memories. store only important ones.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i really need this. i'll work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be thankful for everything i had. have. will have.&lt;br /&gt;past. present. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less complaining.&lt;br /&gt;i should complain less. cos my brother says i complain too much. and i apologise to people whom i've complain the shit out to. i love you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be more faithful to my religion and The Almighty, Allah.&lt;br /&gt;not tht i wasnt faithful before. bt i wanna be more engrossed in the fundamentals of Islam; like its history. hopefully my mom succeeds in finding a islamic course that i can enrol in. which, the utaz and ustazah has to be lecturing in english or not i wont be able to absorb anything. damn, i should've been more attentive in malay classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay phew. im done.&lt;br /&gt;thts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.18 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end this post with part of a convo i had with tiang lampu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; font-family: Segoe UI; table-layout: fixed; font-size: 75%; vertical-align: top;" id="BodyTable" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:50:16 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium; color: rgb(255, 128, 0);"&gt;HAHHAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:50:56 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium; color: rgb(255, 128, 0);"&gt;10 minutes  more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:51:13 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium; color: rgb(255, 128, 0);"&gt;and im nt  feelin any excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:51:18 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium; color: rgb(255, 128, 0);"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:51:51 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;hahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:52:42 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;me  neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:53:25 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium; color: rgb(255, 128, 0);"&gt;7 more  mintues. and im thinking of shopping my ass off tmrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:55:08 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;okayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:55:12 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;go sleep  already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:55:19 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium; color: rgb(255, 128, 0);"&gt;FOR  WHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;12/31/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:55:20 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;trische.dzulhilmy.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[c=36]NATT-[/c] [c=46] [/c]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4610392335567626817?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4610392335567626817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4610392335567626817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4610392335567626817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6355630090106469939</id><published>2009-12-24T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:59:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was gaming jst now. it was laggy. all thanks to msn. wahh laos. okay laaa. i should have logged out. bt whatever. i didnt want to. fine. i admit it. i was partially at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MY BRO IS GOING TO GET OLDDDD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8hrs 22 mins till he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWENTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha. im being evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-6355630090106469939?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6355630090106469939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-gaming-jst-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6355630090106469939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6355630090106469939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-gaming-jst-now.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4902335317232910575</id><published>2009-12-23T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:59:50.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SzHjGsE0a0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/PY2wwv3lC_Y/s1600-h/Picture+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SzHjGsE0a0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/PY2wwv3lC_Y/s320/Picture+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418361530753510210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;22nd Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;happy birthday mum. iloveyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; you're the greatest gift we were born with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;smile more. nag less. laugh more. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i just want more quality time with you. you'd talk about how geeks are not your taste. and you'd ask why i like guys with specs. and and you would talk about your dating days, modelling days and all tht. i love it when you're stress-free. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SzHjGMr2B4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/P5fUEQZVu1w/s1600-h/pictures+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SzHjGMr2B4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/P5fUEQZVu1w/s320/pictures+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418361522327259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad said smiling is weird for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SzHjFjEtvoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FaraT279ySI/s1600-h/pictures+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SzHjFjEtvoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FaraT279ySI/s320/pictures+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418361511157284482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4902335317232910575?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4902335317232910575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/22nd-dec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4902335317232910575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4902335317232910575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/22nd-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SzHjGsE0a0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/PY2wwv3lC_Y/s72-c/Picture+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-3074037510530945220</id><published>2009-12-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:34:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. i just realised.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW. 22nd Dec. greeeeeeeeeeeat.&lt;br /&gt;no present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FRIDAY is 25th.&lt;br /&gt;no present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaaaah.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; im dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-3074037510530945220?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/3074037510530945220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3074037510530945220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/3074037510530945220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6074222087920860696</id><published>2009-12-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:18:50.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out of a sudden. im reminiscing about SP's Escapade.&lt;br /&gt;i miss ayesha. imogen. shanice. reeta. syafiqah. we were sooooo crazy together. probably the most kecoh ones in Imagi. i miss our random catchphrases. i miss the midnight gig. everyone was high when electrico played. i miss that guy who accompanied me for 3 whole hours. wait. faris was his name, i think. forgive me if im wrong. then again, thank you. how very gentleman-like of you. oh yeah. i remembered that he kept finishing coke zero in like, what, 3-4 gulps? hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All that i'm after, is a life full of laughter; as long as i'm laughing with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Daughtry, Life After You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do want my life to be a happy one. no more fear, anger, jealousy. i want to laugh my sorrows away. okay, that sounds psycho. i mean, i dont wanna be crying or cursing my ass off or whatever.  i want to have someone to complain x10 to. a boyfriend is useless for tht job. okay luhh. at least. im not materialistic. tht wont change. slowly. i'll learn to change negative comments to positive ones. or just heck with whoever these people are. i'll appreciate the people arnd me more cos they're always there whenever i need comfort. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im logging off.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-6074222087920860696?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6074222087920860696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-of-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6074222087920860696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6074222087920860696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-5107685547805775524</id><published>2009-12-17T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:29:16.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BATMAN CAME BACK YTDD. but he's on his way there today.&lt;br /&gt;okay, wth am i saying. i mean. he came back ytdd. unpack-ed. and repack-ed. he's flying back to KL again today with his family. jealous le. he said he spent a lot on food. more jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo hmms.&lt;br /&gt;21st or 22nd. maybe? idk uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;please convince me that i wont be left out and i'll consider going(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;thats a definite yes. a very smart someone said "morning till night."&lt;br /&gt;haha! i dont mind. as long as you guys cn stay energetic all the way through. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. playing _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-5107685547805775524?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/5107685547805775524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/batman-came-back-ytdd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5107685547805775524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/5107685547805775524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/batman-came-back-ytdd.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7539929585449737109</id><published>2009-12-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:30:20.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever been in a situation where you cant get what you really really want?&lt;br /&gt;and eventhough you have all the money in the world, you still cant get tht 'thing'.. what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. do whatever it takes.    b. just wait for tht 'thing' to be yours.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  c. give up on wanting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im doin all of the above. pathetic,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; si&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least. i do have something to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;EAGLES award! wheeeeeeeeeeeee. my mom called from her office one morning. yeaaaah, she woke me up early luhhhh. so okay, she started talking. "Natasha, i have very good news for you." i groaned. come on, i was only half-awake. "you got the EAGLES award." fr a second there, i thought she was joking. the next moment, i was 90% awake. she said i got it for leadership. so after she lectured (a positive lecture) for a few mins, i hung up. and screamed. finally. i was given recognition for my efforts. i mean, yeaaaah. i should be thankful tht i've gotten the Good Progress Award every year ever since i was in primary 2. and the letters are still being kept- for memories' sake. but getting the EAGLES award. is really something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and. harshini gt the EAGLES award for the academic one. we freaked out. cos she knew about it the same morning as i did. heeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is dark right now. waaaaaaaaaaay dark.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATMAN IS IN KL! and it's only tuesday. i miss him alrdy. nvm. the princess will return with so many stories to share. especially about shopping. cos we both realised the other day; doin a shopping list is just useless for him. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-7539929585449737109?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7539929585449737109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/ever-been-in-situation-where-you-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7539929585449737109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7539929585449737109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/ever-been-in-situation-where-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8080483244273532806</id><published>2009-12-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:50:19.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six days. and counting.</title><content type='html'>i went to sleep at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to him, my bitch. HAHAHAA. idk what the hell was wrong with us. seriously. at first he called me 'the chinese ah lian'. i retorted with the infamous 'jerk'. he was like, DO NOOOT CALL ME THAT OKAAY. so we both ended up being bitches. i mean, the good-kind-who-dont-really-bother-about-others  sort of bitches. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he made me say "i miss you". waaah laos. evil. whaaaaatever. he missed me too. MUAHAHAAHA. it sucks to talk about the last time we saw each other. cos i couldnt even give him a decent smile without my mom grinning. or my aunt smiling awkwardly. and he gt funny stares from his mom and his aunt. his aunt is my aunt-aunt. my mom is his aunt-aunt. or is it his mum is my aunt-aunt. okay. im confused. but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. babysitting + housekeeping kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;emotionally, im a wreck. moodswings are kicking in. eventhough im free of period. so yeah, im a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt complain. at least im getting paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye. i have work to do. labour-intensive chores. gaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8080483244273532806?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8080483244273532806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/six-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8080483244273532806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8080483244273532806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/six-days-and-counting.html' title='Six days. and counting.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-7950143872774655213</id><published>2009-12-07T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:10:33.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SxzF8Kr4uHI/AAAAAAAAATw/suXxWIINRYA/s1600-h/OUTING2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SxzF8Kr4uHI/AAAAAAAAATw/suXxWIINRYA/s320/OUTING2+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412418489643743346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my salmon sashimi sister.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i lovelovelove her(:&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/750511100711312019-7950143872774655213?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/7950143872774655213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-salmon-sashimi-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7950143872774655213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/7950143872774655213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-salmon-sashimi-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SxzF8Kr4uHI/AAAAAAAAATw/suXxWIINRYA/s72-c/OUTING2+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8973539810485563543</id><published>2009-12-04T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:38:20.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out. 3rd december.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS FUN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picts are on fb.(:&lt;br /&gt;now my nose is of a different shade as compared to my whole face. dont say it isnt obvious. cos it is. HAHAA. i was stuck with 3 guys at marina barrage. they were searching for hot chicks. i couldnt find any hot guys to lay my eyes on. xD  after loads of random qns asked and the food was 50% gone, we headed to marina square to wait for him, stacia and lai min. lai min was working. stacia overslept. and he came along in the end. heee. we chilled at starbucks. they were checking out the service crew there. as the only girl, i gave them my opinion on who's hot or not. hahaa. shortly after, he came. i left the guys for awhile. we both went to see if there were still new moon tickets. we decided not to watch it. so we went to meet the guys again. waited for lai min to end her shift. we waited. and waited. we gt tired of waiting and went to the superbowl and waited for her there instead. bowling is our worst nightmare; me and his, that is. so we were prepared to lose. xD surprisingly, he played really well. REALLY REALLY WELL. and he won. unfair lurhhs. haha. so after the game, we walked arnd. i couldnt help but notice the girls looking at him. they looked at him, and then at me. and no, it wasnt a friendly stare when they looked at me. i told him. he said it was bullshit that they were staring at him. yeah right. after awhile, we split up. stacia, cory, lai min and leon went to the esplanade; afiq, he, and i headed home. afiq took the mrt. we took the cab. cos i hate packed trains. like a can full of sardines you knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the perfect gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;carrying my bag for me. opening doors for me. and all tht.&lt;br /&gt;how can i not fall for him again? you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. verdict is out - i've fallen for him. again.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i should go. big sister is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. new stories to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8973539810485563543?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8973539810485563543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-out-3rd-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8973539810485563543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8973539810485563543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-out-3rd-december.html' title='Day Out. 3rd december.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-2737124027259635736</id><published>2009-12-02T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:09:54.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SxY8m3F3j3I/AAAAAAAAATo/V8zmDLigPCk/s1600-h/i_dont_care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SxY8m3F3j3I/AAAAAAAAATo/V8zmDLigPCk/s320/i_dont_care.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410578640653487986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know what i mean, dont you?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-2737124027259635736?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/2737124027259635736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-what-i-mean-dont-you-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2737124027259635736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/2737124027259635736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-what-i-mean-dont-you-with-love.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/SxY8m3F3j3I/AAAAAAAAATo/V8zmDLigPCk/s72-c/i_dont_care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-626110219262563967</id><published>2009-12-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:02:42.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my head hurts when i think about whats gonna happen on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;today is alrdy tuesday. only the usual few have confirmed with me. there's one maybe. and another with the "i'll think about it okay" reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food. drinks. venue. DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i've also cancelled my day out with him. he said i should be out with them; go have fun.  thankfully he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaah. cousins outing. 2 girls. 4 guys. and we dont knw where the hell we should go to. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done. for now.&lt;br /&gt;logging off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-626110219262563967?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/626110219262563967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-head-hurts-when-i-think-about-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/626110219262563967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/626110219262563967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-head-hurts-when-i-think-about-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-4006682558373118226</id><published>2009-11-25T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:49:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDnesday.</title><content type='html'>tonight. im gonna have quality time with either my mom or dad. depends on who comes home first. and we're gonna watch 2012. idk how we're gonna bond over tht movie but im not complaining. what a triumph for me; getting quality time with one of my parents instead of my lil sisters. HAHAA. it's my turn now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw. grandmom is coming. she's staying for hari raya haji. and my mom took leave for tmrw. she's gonna nagg. ohh wait. she always does when she's at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my iTunes is currently flooded with songs tht idk wht the hell they are about cos they're korean songs. "English songs are soo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passe&lt;/span&gt; right now," my brother said. kinda true. i waste time at home by watching KBS World. drool over Minho from SHINee in Dream Team Challenge. Laugh like nobody's business at 12 in the morning while watching Golden Bell. get angry over how a HOT guy was deceived by his good friend just because of a girl. KBS World is my trusted companion. HAHA. but it cn be really weird sometimes. when my brother and i are soo bored, we tend to search for videos online and we'll come across new korean pop bands. he'll go crazy over girl bands like Secret and Kara. i'll go super crazy over hot guys in bands like Superjunior, Big Bang, 2AM and SHINee. DBSK is still my ultimate favourite though. i guess max changmin still has tht hottie label. heee. do i sound awfully cliche (as compared to crazy, screamin korean fanatics) right now?&lt;br /&gt;gawd. i think i need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i need to go ransack my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-4006682558373118226?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/4006682558373118226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4006682558373118226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/4006682558373118226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday.html' title='WEDnesday.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-8481797683083852167</id><published>2009-11-24T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:02:52.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly. Once again.</title><content type='html'>Falling Slowly. the award winning soundtrack from the movie Once.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've blogged about it before. and here i am doin it again. well, the song is beautiful. everything is in sync - the violin, along with the guitar and of course; Glen Hansard. the words? it's just the perfect composition. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason for this song to be on replay in iTunes for me :&lt;br /&gt;im 'falling slowly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaah. sometimes i wonder, why cant we both move on. i mean, yeaaah. we did. but cant we just forget each other? hearing his voice every night; that doesnt help. he's optimistic. im the opposite. he always reminds me not look down on myself. he's there to make me stop worrying about minute little things in life. sometimes i wish. i wish. i wish tht he doesnt text. tht he doesnt call. tht i dont see his prom photos. tht i dont hear how girls screamed when he was with his guitar on prom night (i cant believe he recorded it). bt it's too late. all those did happen. frankly, i dont want history to repeat itself. so yeah, im holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but would it be enough? a question left unanswered; for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i wanna stop being overly sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;have a good day people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-8481797683083852167?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/8481797683083852167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-slowly-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8481797683083852167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/8481797683083852167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-slowly-once-again.html' title='Falling Slowly. Once again.'/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-6305232400629068704</id><published>2009-11-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:03:18.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE MUGGING. no more formulas. no more addmaths.&lt;br /&gt;omg. no more addmaths! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, im gonna miss 4EA. no kidding. though we seem not united and all, we're still 4EA. those dudes and dudettes - well, they're special. im gonna miss the 'i love you' and 'i miss you' and and the hugs. im gonna miss how noisy we could get if mrs ho wasnt in class. im gonna miss the dead silence when ms tang asked a qn about the a.c. generator. im gonna miss the class spirit - remember how we all cheered like crazy to force mr taufiq to gobble the orange down during sports day? he was like the hulk. *laughs* im gonna miss the second last day of school when vignesh said, "by the time you've gotten your dream guy, a new species of man would have been discovered!" translation: you sure have to search the seven seas and across the oceans to find your other half. mean, but true.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way, many have helped me stay afoot.&lt;br /&gt;sheada, you're my babe, and always will be. thank you for being there when i need you. and ouh yeah, the walls that you've banged into - i'll never forget that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pristina. &amp;amp; mariya. i love you both manymany! english lessons were never a bore without you guys. when you both start laughing, i do too. and i wont stop. you both were addictive, really. and pristina, you were so fun to sit beside in class! i love your stories. and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of anyone else right now. cos im trying my best not to shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough mushymushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;take a look at how rayyan drew my back. at first he drew a hill-like image, only vertically. and i swear, it looked soo wrong. HAHAA. then i tried drawing my own spine on the webcam screen, and i sucked at it. so he tried drawing it again, and this is his masterpiece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/Sv0fV3Q5phI/AAAAAAAAATg/F2j2oGbT7TI/s1600-h/nat%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/Sv0fV3Q5phI/AAAAAAAAATg/F2j2oGbT7TI/s320/nat%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403509588387014162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cuute right? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna sign off now, i'll update after escapade. and my GG camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Natt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750511100711312019-6305232400629068704?l=her-oeuvre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/feeds/6305232400629068704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/11/yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-no-more-mugging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6305232400629068704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750511100711312019/posts/default/6305232400629068704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-oeuvre.blogspot.com/2009/11/yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-no-more-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>luv me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07812155295614739448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lossK-OkMFo/Sv0fV3Q5phI/AAAAAAAAATg/F2j2oGbT7TI/s72-c/nat%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750511100711312019.post-433416000704227233</id><published>2009-11-13T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:51:55.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blog. yeaah. i dont want any bitches to come wreckin my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. 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