<?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-7830907667103166658</id><updated>2011-08-02T08:09:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Held up so high, on such a breakable thread ..</title><subtitle type='html'>so much for my happy ending</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-6577406471427256601</id><published>2010-08-22T17:30:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:04:10.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wishful thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, how long can I go on like this, wishing to kiss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I rightly explode?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this double life I lead isn't healthy for me in fact it makes me nervous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I get caught I could be &lt;strong&gt;risking it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If It Kills Me, Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I can't wait for today to begin" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's it: that's how it starts. One of the best - and worst - days of my life starts with those seven words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508168719423606338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/THDyREwpjkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UQfxJ4Rvypw/s400/6a01053610d3e6970b01053718f5e9970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the years, I've learned that i shouldn't pass judgment, it's just not my place. Although, it is human nature. I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgment that matters, and I've learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God :):)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-6577406471427256601?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6577406471427256601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=6577406471427256601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/6577406471427256601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/6577406471427256601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-wishful-thinking-well-how-long-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/THDyREwpjkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UQfxJ4Rvypw/s72-c/6a01053610d3e6970b01053718f5e9970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-4900533649102783059</id><published>2009-11-12T16:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:42:35.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Miracle happened to me as i was walking in the middle of the field and a crow just flew pass, slapped my face and dropped me a blank cheque.. so, here i am typing and no, it didn't happen like that. I just prayed that the passion of writing and typing in me won't vanish just like that. And thankfully, it didn't. I mean, i enjoy typing about the current happenings in my life. it's awesome. but to type about it makes me figure that i won't probably forget about the things i do not wish to remember in the first place but as the old saying goes, things happen for a reason and a friend once told me that i should be happy that things are actually going on pretty well in my life and should quit being upset over the events happened and just be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just be grateful.&lt;/em&gt; i thought. not &lt;strong&gt;far-fetched&lt;/strong&gt; at all, don't you think so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but why, people still tend to look back and sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God, it's awesome to express this way. Whoever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;invented the&lt;/span&gt; typewriter (since it came before keyboard, right?) and blogs. &lt;em&gt;What an invention!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; realised too that old friends are coming along and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt;. which is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sweeet&lt;/span&gt; and unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fatyn&lt;/span&gt;, please email me your number alright. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:suria_bluegal07@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suria_bluegal07@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It never changes but nowadays, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; becoming really wary about who adds me and all, so yea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So let me see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; not been blogging for like the entire two months of September and October. A lot has been going on. I definitely won't let it pass just like that but i certainly won't type it all out here as well. You know, there are limitations to blogging. and unlike some, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; aware of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've came to know that God has not stopped giving me gifts. Patience and happiness. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; mentioned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nena&lt;/span&gt;, this morning during lecture. I don't mind my life being simple just like how she wants hers to be (just an assumption, go see her blog layout!). I'm like a walking cliche but i I'm a part-time staff at Charles &amp;amp; Keith and like most of the students in Polytechnic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; juggling it with studies. I'm turning into a shopaholic since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got income. Although, not much. It's enough to save me some happiness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at the MALL. MALL is a very sensitive word. When friends say, "Let's head to the mall tomorrow after tutorial". Bear in mind that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;POSB&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;DBS&lt;/span&gt; or whatever bank account you're saving your $$ in should stay at home. Trust me, you'll thank me sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Studies. Year 2.2 is fun, competitive and crazy. I'm aiming for something better this semester. I mean, who doesn't right. Looking at the schedule, mid-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;semesters&lt;/span&gt; is 3 weeks from now. I've got it all planned out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on the ball for conveyancing, POM and music (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;CDS&lt;/span&gt;) - in hopes of getting A(s) for the following modules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh well, that's it. Right. That should be enough for those blog-hoppers to absorb. I'm not really an interesting person to begin with. I'm a walking cliche whose life isn't that bad. It's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; you see in the movies and all i can say is that it's wonderful in its own way. I'm the girl next door who loves Katy perry's crazy songs at times and at other, nice soothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Colbie's&lt;/span&gt; acoustic songs. I'm also beginning to be a vivid reader of Nicholas Sparks novels. I've just finished A &lt;em&gt;Walk to Remember&lt;/em&gt;. Decide to read it after watching. The movie was superb. That was when my mum happen to believe that she has a really sensitive girl that i cry every single day i come in contact with the novel. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;heart breaker&lt;/span&gt;. Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reading &lt;em&gt;Dear John&lt;/em&gt;. I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;The Last Song&lt;/em&gt; though. Alright. and oh, before i leave the keyboard, i just want to thank the people who has been there for me. I'm thankful for our friendship! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the years, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; learned that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; pass judgment, it's just not my place. Although, it is human nature. I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgment that matters, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God :):)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4900533649102783059?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4900533649102783059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4900533649102783059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4900533649102783059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4900533649102783059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/miracle-ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-5348197977926372403</id><published>2009-08-10T11:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:01:15.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orphan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i did. I watched Orphan. And personally, i really think that all of you should head the cinema and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; it as well. It was an awesome experience. Next to Drag me to Hell, Orphan is the best Horror Film. Love the characters, plot and the twist at the end of the Film. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Paranoia haunts me. And i irritated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fiq&lt;/span&gt; for good. I don't want to be the lady in the Film. First, she had difficulties giving birth and the procedure of her miscarriage was shown. The more i hold on to the decision of not giving birth. Secondly, she adopted a psychotic mental patient by mistake. So, there you go, dreams of even having kids at home. Lastly, She got married to such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unsupportive&lt;/span&gt; man who is also, a cheating husband. To those who are close to me, you should know me. I can't stand shows like this although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; whisper a thousand times to myself that it is just a show. But to no avail, it still gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed that, choosing the wrong man is a bit like winning the lottery then finding out you've lost the ticket. The hopes, the dreams, the journey to the stars, are all the same. Then the truth hits and the disappointment is beyond crushing. For losing the tickets you want to shoot yourself. In his case, you want to shoot him. But no, i definitely don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; with the wrong guy. This, for those who knows me well also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure they'll agree too. He has been my shining armour in whatever i do. With whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; faced with in life. He has given me strength and so much understanding for the things happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i feel so depressed now, cause i totally forgot about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; forum we have to be involved in. There's always examinations. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Weeks to Main Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME TO MUG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-5348197977926372403?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5348197977926372403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=5348197977926372403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5348197977926372403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5348197977926372403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/orphan-and-so-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-7889104747333825140</id><published>2009-07-28T18:11:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:19:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh, to be young and worry-free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363466687098885314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7ciPkrlMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7C5V_K5_6ac/s400/IMG00159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;been so busy for the past few months. felt rather ridiculous for having a blog which has not been updated since then. even so, I've been through a lot lately. had the opportunity to meet up with my business ambassadors committee. we are all of different personalities with different perspectives but there's still this aura of distinct strangeness in myself whenever i am with them and supposedly being the one in-charge of running things, i am still getting the hang of it which is not at all a good news. it has been a month plus being a president of business ambassadors, and I've yet to set a foot forward in bringing Business Ambassadors to a better and recognised height. &lt;em&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/em&gt;, with his guidance and the committee's effort, we'll be able to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last weekend, I had to stay overnight at school. It was a great experience. And different too, we had to organise this national rock-climbing competition. so i met with a lot of different people of both weird and hilarious character. Haha! from a small-sized but great climber kid to a weird pervert looking freak! gosh, that's mean. oh well, all in all, it was awesome. we still have another half of the competition being held this weekend. Being part of the administrative team, isn't that bad after all. In fact, it was the most outgoing and interesting job! we get to personally meet the climbers and get access to case sensitive information like the scores and participant's details. haha. ok, maybe, it isn't as cool as it sound. whatever it is, i am so looking forward to this week's. Partly because, I CAN'T WAIT TO GET IT DONE AND OVER WITH. &lt;em&gt;(i can see nena's big smile, nodding YESSSS!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recently, been working so hard for both Contract and Family law. Quite disappointed with my Contract Class Test results - 15%. My next plan will be to score for my individual assignment. And then mug for EXAMINATIONS! I seriously need help with Business Accounting tho. Such a pain in the neck. Why on earth do we (LAW students) have to actually sit for the paper. Can someone bloody remind me with regards to this freaking matter? and there you have it, Family Law Report to be completed by the 7th. I'm spending almost everyday to work on it, now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes, i wonder.. when will i ever experience the life of a 5-year-old kid again who is always care-free and the only things you have to worry about is whether you'll be able to catch the spongebob squarepants episode at 6pm without interruptions and that the swing by the playground is available just for you not taken by any hyper creatures out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;young and care-free. the next kid i see by the playground, i bet I'm going go up to that kid and remind how precious this period of time is for him. and that he should jolly well enjoy it while it lasts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AWESOME man. I actually feel great in the midst of updating my blog while singing the Lemonade song. I thought i will never get the chance to do this. I can hardly breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you ever heard of this song - Lemonade? haha. cute song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life gave me lemonade and i cant imagine why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Born in a sunny day beneath a tangerine sky.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a sucker for happy endings.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Somehow, i could actually understand the significance of the lyrics. and yes, i am definitely a sucker for happy endings.. didn't think that i would actually confuse myself between the modern minds and pastimes. I have to get real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My class is going to Tioman after examinations! CAN'T WAIT. no wait, i can. In fact, I need to wait, i need time to mug for examinations! Maybe, Vanessa IS right.. I'm just killing brain cells. I have to calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Geoffrey Chaucer, &lt;em&gt;Troilus and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Criseyde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363471716000281858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7hG9sNNQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AOnH8DckwaE/s400/Photo0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363472463321613154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7hydrfw2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/YBuDCgGngrw/s400/Photo0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7hHABrI7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/KbijmkcRZDE/s1600-h/Photo0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363471716627194802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7hHABrI7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/KbijmkcRZDE/s400/Photo0816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363470284245259346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7fzn_NVFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fpqlSMiOQuA/s400/Photo0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363470279269677842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7fzVc7-xI/AAAAAAAAAW0/n5u1ym-wWyg/s400/Photo0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Law Investiture '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7jQYbpxcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lIvT9HotLHw/s1600-h/Photo0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474076820686274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7jQYbpxcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lIvT9HotLHw/s400/Photo0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7jPzM4JGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bYhrKZFmnDY/s1600-h/Photo0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474066826601570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7jPzM4JGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bYhrKZFmnDY/s400/Photo0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474081995318434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7jQrtYZKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/K9P7Za0gMlw/s400/Photo0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363475737822408738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7kxEJUsCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ibwl1HpVSuY/s400/Photo0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474063200025122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7jPlsO-iI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rBDSCd8PbDw/s400/Photo0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-7889104747333825140?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7889104747333825140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=7889104747333825140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/7889104747333825140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/7889104747333825140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-to-be-young-and-worry-free-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sm7ciPkrlMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7C5V_K5_6ac/s72-c/IMG00159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-4125989904728568715</id><published>2009-06-19T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:52:55.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk is Cheap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, i listened to awesome old songs with inspiring lyrics in it. Well, not exactly old. But perhaps, songs that you've listened to ages ago, but i only came across yesterday? Outdated indeed but worth listening to. To those who have not heard of it, I must share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bizzarre Love Triangle - Frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every time i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's no problem of mine but it's a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I findLiving a life that I can't leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;While every day my confusion grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm feeling like I never should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whenever I get this way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't think you're what you seemI do admit to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4125989904728568715?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4125989904728568715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4125989904728568715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4125989904728568715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4125989904728568715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-is-cheap-these-days-i-listened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-4173611664034987313</id><published>2009-06-16T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:57:54.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/725/725451hqye09hovg.gif" width="110" height="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4173611664034987313?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4173611664034987313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4173611664034987313' 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roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Treasury Of Unusual Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wish i could just dringle, but i can't afford to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;dringle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;verb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to linger; to trickle; to expend time lazily and slowly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and you know what's &lt;em&gt;gigantomachy&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;gigantomachy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;noun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a war of giants, especially the great battle in Greek mythology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; HEIGHT: 37px" height="35" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/694/694032qf33k11a3t.gif" width="78" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;sue confesses..&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7830907667103166658-5953328104614517560?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5953328104614517560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=5953328104614517560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5953328104614517560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5953328104614517560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/treasury-of-unusual-words-i-wish-i_16.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-4518605993835270202</id><published>2009-06-15T09:33:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:21:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;*photos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; award ceremony and remaining Campfire (Eagles) photos are up on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account. Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383763905157410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjW5M51CGSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/f_uA_edQfTQ/s400/SDC11119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Rush of Blood To The Head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes words can't really do the job of changing one's perspective or belief. Sometimes acts and achievements do the job better. This year's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; award ceremony&lt;/strong&gt; was incredibly moving. It has powerfully impacted me. I wanted to be like many of the people up on the stage. It moved me and it made me believe that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nothing's&lt;/span&gt; impossible. And so, I made a promise to myself - to make a difference and take a place on that stage next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Talking about my school's motto, I went back to school - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hougang&lt;/span&gt; Secondary, last night for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NPCC&lt;/span&gt; CAMPFIRE&lt;/strong&gt;! Met Eagles and boy, were we high! Although, not many of Eagles turned up but we managed to bring the house down! I think we frightened most of the campers and even the teachers. It was awesome having to meet after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; long and had such a memorable, entertaining and engaging experience and participation during the &lt;strong&gt;CAMPFIRE&lt;/strong&gt;. Not forgetting, the everlasting laughter and madness from Andrew, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SiongPo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fangning&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;strong&gt;INSANE&lt;/strong&gt;. Personally, i loved the friendship dance. It has never been so coordinated and significant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;, we actually made&lt;strong&gt; NEW&lt;/strong&gt; friends - the juniors! Impressively, we thought of a new cheer for Eagles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EA EA EA EA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;GLESSSS&lt;/span&gt; X4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Short but powerful (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The best part of it all is walking around school as a squad and falling out as a squad too. How i wish we could still go for trainings, march and fall out as a squad again and again. I used to mind. But now, I'm craving for those memories. Yesterday, it was so memorable. We actually "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bersurai&lt;/span&gt;" after 2 years of not doing so as Eagles! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ALTHOUGH ANDREW DIDN'T GET IT RIGHT AND STARTED MARCHING OFF FIRST! &lt;/strong&gt;It still brought tears to my eyes. I didn't regret going for the campfire last night, in search for the memories to ease the pain inside me. We've been Eagles for 6 years and counting simply because once an Eagle, always an Eagle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I used to cry a lot during my secondary school years. In fact, I cried all the time. Even when there are no tears, my eyes have the haunted hollowness of someone who is sobbing inside. But thankfully it ended and i stopped grieving with every piece of my soul before the years end and somehow, it paid off (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel like I'm a totally different person now - stronger but still as busy and disorganised. I have contract law report to be completed and revision for accounts! &lt;strong&gt;TIME&lt;/strong&gt; is never on our side, i must say. Next Monday, school re-opens and I'm not even moving on yet. It's TIME to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347384045189560738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjW5dRsdeaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HJAslH58F5Q/s400/SDC11134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="35" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/694/694032qf33k11a3t.gif" width="78" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sue confesses..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4518605993835270202?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4518605993835270202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4518605993835270202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4518605993835270202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4518605993835270202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/photos-of-cca-award-ceremony-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjW5M51CGSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/f_uA_edQfTQ/s72-c/SDC11119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-5306015232389785589</id><published>2009-06-10T15:42:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:57:41.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Picnic and BBq this summer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(please note that the remaining 200+ photos are in the process of being uploaded in my facebook account, thank you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346817416819585506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjO2HKhnMeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Pbr4GOkfaY/s400/SDC10607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday - &lt;strong&gt;PICNIC AT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SENTOSA WITH FB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346813741471204226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOyxOyRg4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/b1SjlT6gE8s/s400/SDC10689.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346825447045543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjO9alcrNVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rlUZzq_TxIM/s400/SDC10892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824531406185810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjO8lSbPZVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z2eModX34fM/s400/SDC10708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346815103460823858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjO0Agl50zI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5lm4Om_WmzY/s400/SDC10563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824702355594498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjO8vPQwXQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IKpvKQnnXh4/s400/SDC10597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346813894266152738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOy6H_bZyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sTLz__K1Lb8/s400/SDC10714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346812863452188706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOx-H6OkCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OwvH2bqVtYI/s400/SDC10657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346812043364378786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOxOY2DqKI/AAAAAAAAATs/Lztit-NcRBM/s400/SDC10651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346809825248788258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOvNRuFvyI/AAAAAAAAATk/y3EnX7cAMYk/s400/HOLIDAY2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOu2iREP-I/AAAAAAAAATc/EOQjnt1vbgY/s1600-h/HOLIDAY1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346809434553466850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOu2iREP-I/AAAAAAAAATc/EOQjnt1vbgY/s400/HOLIDAY1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346808973911162210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOubuPYfWI/AAAAAAAAATM/yZA1Va3TaZ4/s400/SDC10604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346808098145678066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOtovwnsvI/AAAAAAAAATE/OgIeDxtfNvk/s400/SDC10560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346809326118351330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOuwOUHseI/AAAAAAAAATU/Sbt6GpTr-Vk/s400/HOLIDAY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two days ago&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HOLQA BBQ&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOsowa7ClI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gd3XVbMNEZ4/s1600-h/SDC10517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346806998811478610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOsowa7ClI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gd3XVbMNEZ4/s400/SDC10517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346806737807096018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOsZkGoONI/AAAAAAAAAS0/igPC6oCX5PU/s400/SDC10516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346804364430516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOqPaljolI/AAAAAAAAASs/KNfaXQjp5BI/s400/SDC10515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346804189434089170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOqFOrKDtI/AAAAAAAAASk/mjLu-LALxXw/s400/SDC10514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPKNNmCNbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/d8hm-3T4tNw/s400/SDC10507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPIjZUd6zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FiSSQDiMByE/s1600-h/SDC10467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346837693036620594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPIjZUd6zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FiSSQDiMByE/s400/SDC10467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPGJlmH66I/AAAAAAAAAVs/tEaaJU6LqZ0/s1600-h/SDC10474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346835050632047522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPGJlmH66I/AAAAAAAAAVs/tEaaJU6LqZ0/s400/SDC10474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPD63mP68I/AAAAAAAAAVk/kw9G75bPX8Q/s1600-h/SDC10505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346832598743116738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPD63mP68I/AAAAAAAAAVk/kw9G75bPX8Q/s400/SDC10505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346832028496285266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPDZrQzzlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Nrq7GlnlzME/s400/SDC10460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830526495497522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPCCP36nTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/k8OHZA6GvHY/s400/SDC10510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346830262341615586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPBy30uP-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/dklbvcKQPgE/s400/SDC10451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829842892591026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjPBadQSD7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tSQcqLpM7iI/s400/SDC10508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346804081368377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjOp-8GSKQI/AAAAAAAAASc/o_zIinflkGU/s400/SDC10475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-5306015232389785589?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5306015232389785589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=5306015232389785589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5306015232389785589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5306015232389785589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-sentosa-with-fb-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SjO2HKhnMeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Pbr4GOkfaY/s72-c/SDC10607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-5419341316457257513</id><published>2009-06-08T12:29:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:26:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NewlyWeds&amp;amp; LittleCurls;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344860296901883778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SizCHyrs94I/AAAAAAAAAR8/4behLr36Wlw/s400/SDC10416.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;had an awesome time helping out at my &lt;strong&gt;Uncle's wedding &lt;/strong&gt;ceremony the whole of yesterday. splendid food, fantastic people and cute kids. hahaa, have always wanted to see how he'll look like in his wedding costume with his tummy bulging like that. he looks awesome!! so happy that he's happy now. may the marriage lasts and blessed by Allah. may this marriage will finally give him true happiness that he always wanted. the best of it all, i get to meet adam haqid and afina adwa (my niece and nephew). it has been ages, and i finally got hold of my niece. she's only 3 months old. adorable and gorgeous. i mean, seriously. it's shown by her smile, eyes and fair, smooth skin. especially, those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;little curls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it's not as nice as her father's but better and it looks more beautiful and tamed for a baby. she'll grow up to be a stunning lady, i know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dear sunshine, Afina Adwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344841619137755426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiyxImlt-SI/AAAAAAAAARs/6DptVpHCs44/s400/100SSCAM-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My lil' romeo, Adam Haqid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344842758992146418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiyyK84Lr_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Mr9-a_kHUIc/s400/100SSCAM1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my cous, the bride&amp;amp; groom, myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344840644918383602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiywP5VuE_I/AAAAAAAAARc/AJ0i1iKEBoc/s400/SDC10402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;$ favourite dowry $&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344839948547183714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiyvnXJ41GI/AAAAAAAAARU/l3u5t7lcNio/s400/SDC10391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiyyK84Lr_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Mr9-a_kHUIc/s1600-h/100SSCAM1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;at the bride's place when prayers were read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344839661529375794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiyvWp7gpDI/AAAAAAAAARM/YDrY5ka3DDc/s400/SDC10331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brothers and adam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344838628078398786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiyuagBmLUI/AAAAAAAAARE/M7hnZnnpJ5M/s400/SDC10327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gorgeous nooraini with sleeping afina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344838375202798258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiyuLx_WurI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F61fZJ4zWQg/s400/SDC10326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥mama♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344861618999542050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SizDUv4WQSI/AAAAAAAAASE/B_Wxjrq-uhk/s400/SDC10325.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my eldest brother's car from bride's house going back to the wedding ceremony. i didn't know my brother and sis would be so tired from all the eating. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344867762361053522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SizI6Vr3sVI/AAAAAAAAASM/xdXyOlHXlnI/s400/SDC10420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-5419341316457257513?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5419341316457257513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=5419341316457257513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5419341316457257513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5419341316457257513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/newlyweds-littlecurls-i-had-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SizCHyrs94I/AAAAAAAAAR8/4behLr36Wlw/s72-c/SDC10416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-418061538894087934</id><published>2009-06-05T20:58:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:37:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What my heart is beating for ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344219257767011026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sip7GZ0BItI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2eNRWdg2CnM/s400/Collages3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wheeeeeeeee! f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;inally, the wait is over! mid-semester has ended for me! freedom is back, at least for a little while. not forgetting, like all other holidays, a list of prepared s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;elf-treats during this two-weeks break; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ many many more than these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ going for AC sub-comm camp this weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ sleepover at Junru's place with the girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344222954830340994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sip-dmcmo4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/vIe2nttQ9fc/s400/SDC10105-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ shop and fall back into FASHION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ watch all episodes of Pushing Daisies season 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ cath a movie with my girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ have fun organising Rockamania XV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;♥ catch up with that &lt;em&gt;special someone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In fact, for that last point, i had the chance to do so yesterday right after my final paper. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e went to watch Dance, Subaru. Awesomeeee. And had dinner at Secret Recipe where i ordered Irish Lamb Stew and my love had Grilled Chicken. It was simply a splendid and an unforgettable evening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344193778672277554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sipj7UydGDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dB1YnCx5SS0/s320/Sue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344202101910889954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiprfzRLZeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ef0S32AUXTA/s400/AOB-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ballet Shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is nice, so is EMMA WATSON - love her accent and stunning beauty. It is a British Television Film produced based on Noel Streatfeild's 1936 novel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ballet Shoes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was released on 26 December 2007. Nevertheless, it's worth watching. Watch the lives of three orphans -Pauline, Petrova and Posy Fossil, who live in near poverty with Sylvia Brown. They grew up together as sisters and they not only, vow to chase their dreams but also to get their names together with their surnames, &lt;em&gt;Fossils &lt;/em&gt;recorded and remembered for life by everyone. Ballet, Theatre, Planes, Classic and Awesome acting! Everything that you could never imagine teenage girls achieving at a very young age. Laudable ambitions but not impossible. I've learnt that there's a round to everything, if you stop and think and a mother could possibly notice everything about you simply because they grew you up (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344186736732352546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SipdhbhJMCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hiO8MERCVFc/s320/200px-Ballet_Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-418061538894087934?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/418061538894087934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=418061538894087934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/418061538894087934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/418061538894087934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-my-heart-is-beating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sip7GZ0BItI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2eNRWdg2CnM/s72-c/Collages3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-3478114522445792620</id><published>2009-06-03T21:35:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:56:06.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here Comes Memory; Nothing Ever Was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The minute i view the list of songs i have in my laptop, and played it, i realised that the playlist was not updated with new songs for ages. I was listening to almost all of the songs and ended up sinking in the melody while it brought me from one unforgettable memories to another in secondary school and also some past events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got some straightening out to do.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's happening again. today's full of reminiscence. It's when i'm too focused that my mind just have to wander off. Worst, it wanders to the past. I've been busy mugging. But all i keep thinking about, besides the books and papers, is you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's happening again. it was when he was ignorant that you entered and made a mess in my life. you know better. now, you've made a mess in my head. head aching after aching. continued with spinning indefinitely. til it stops at the very moment when i first met you; last year. something that is not worth remembering. It's funny when we thought that it was a start of something new but it ended so soon. Reason being, you weren't sure who i really am. &lt;strong&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't need a person like you in my life. A friend who left when one is in need is simply cracked shit especially when he knows she's not very happy with her life at that very moment. I swear i didn't know what you were thinking but then it hit me. I could see things clearly. I chose to end it. Simply because I knew I was used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's when he's busy again and all packed with his own activities that i couldn't help but think, if there's love, there should be trust. if there's no trust, then there'll be no love. i love him but trust is a whole different ball game in this matter. &lt;strong&gt;Comparison should never be done between you and him in the first place&lt;/strong&gt;. But i thought you were what i was looking for and then you left. I was thankful then it went nowhere yet, and i still have him. He's better in all ways. In fact, he's the best.&lt;strong&gt; He's tolerant, forgiving and understanding.&lt;/strong&gt; And that's not all, he gave me everything that he could give. &lt;strong&gt;He always want the best for me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, you didn't know i had him. Because, i refused to disclose it to you. I thought it wasn't important. But what i did, was a stupid act. I should have known. I should have stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is everything to me. He&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; important.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So please leave. Get out from my head now you, past.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-3478114522445792620?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3478114522445792620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=3478114522445792620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/3478114522445792620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/3478114522445792620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-comes-memory-nothing-ever-was.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-5454509366880918238</id><published>2009-06-01T19:51:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:33:56.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND AHH. some unforgettable memories captured on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the first few days of our Year 2, ahahaaa(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiPFfSiPpDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-3BgY2tUCXw/s1600-h/KaiXin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342330724333626418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiPFfSiPpDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-3BgY2tUCXw/s400/KaiXin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiPDPBwPQ6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/qZSHzzRh2hs/s1600-h/Collages1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342328245927756706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiPDPBwPQ6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/qZSHzzRh2hs/s400/Collages1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342325917867742322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiPBHhDelHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aD6k1X-YvCE/s400/Sue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342338185852847106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiPMRm3DhAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/r7407Hsb8O4/s400/Collages-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-5454509366880918238?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5454509366880918238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=5454509366880918238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5454509366880918238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5454509366880918238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiPFfSiPpDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-3BgY2tUCXw/s72-c/KaiXin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-2094064068942827151</id><published>2009-06-01T14:45:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:34:44.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiOEek339WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0pkqwZS3vnM/s1600-h/Photo0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342259243820512610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiOEek339WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0pkqwZS3vnM/s400/Photo0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awesomeee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my heart is still aching from the fact that the paper covered only 1/3 of what I've studied.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; keep in mind that it's only an hour paper.&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was doable.&lt;br /&gt;TWO MORE PAPERS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JIAYOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;*can't wait for FAMILY LAW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to the words my dad voiced out recently..&lt;br /&gt;when i complain, "Don't Quit.."&lt;br /&gt;when i was confused at my study table, "Don't Quit"&lt;br /&gt;when i was screaming my head off to my bedroom wall, "Don't Quit"&lt;br /&gt;when i say failure is bound to come, "Don't Quit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, my dad, in a way, &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm not sure if he sound like he is.&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside, i know he cares.&lt;br /&gt;But care may press me down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;So i shall rest if i need but i won't quit..&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to stick to the fight when my hardest hit - it's when things go wrong that i mustn't quit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342259438985810834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiOEp766E5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/OQnXsGepM5I/s400/Photo0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUND A BOOK. ART OF COLOURS. where you can see which combination of colors suit your personality best. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fiq&lt;/span&gt; and I found what seems close to ours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fiq's&lt;/span&gt; preference; DYNAMIC - promotes vitality, health, aggressiveness, humor and youth. I think it's just brilliant and energetic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342259560972153618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiOExCWt8xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZIhsxGl_Dqg/s400/Photo0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mine; sweet - describes the springtime mood, healthy, outdoor colors. I think i love the pale orange, pink, cream and apricot best. It gives you a sense of youthful and fun. I don't mind using it in clothing and even cosmetics. Sort of soft and powdery quality but also bright and cheerful!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342259643643821170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiOE12VLfHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/muOoFLO0fQ8/s400/Photo0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ Was in the library living our own secret worlds &lt;/em&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342262058379094322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiOHCZ67qTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZFF9d2ZmmIM/s400/Desktop-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;♥No one but only He can set us apart, my love♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to revising.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-2094064068942827151?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2094064068942827151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=2094064068942827151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/2094064068942827151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/2094064068942827151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/mbs-was-awesomeee-although-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SiOEek339WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0pkqwZS3vnM/s72-c/Photo0527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-2592611777579322045</id><published>2009-05-28T10:20:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:36:15.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could never stand polygamy or worst, adultery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't mean to be paranoid but I can never accept the probability of it happening and the fact that it is really happening in real life. How could someone have the heart to betray your loved one and result in doing such a thing. It's just insane and inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always end up watching shows that revolves around either one of these issues. Yes, i think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is an issue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;An extremely disturbing one. An innocent pregnant woman who was presumed to have an affair with another man was kicked out from the house when it wasn't true. As usual,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Men &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; take advantage of this situation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Her husband got drunk and slept with another woman. Sure, it wasn't his fault because he was both miserable and drunk and wasn't sound - it was out of his reach perhaps. Still, it happened. And how could you let yourself be involved in such circumstances! And later on in the show, after pouring out his guilt and confessing to his wife, he actually did it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WITH THE SAME WOMAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now, that's something you should really look into, that ungrateful beast. After being forgiven, he actually did it again, the vast difference this time is he was perfectly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The issue here is, if you are desperate for sex and you can't have it because your wife is pregnant, at least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; THINK OF WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR WIFE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are responsible for her pregnancy. Don't be a selfish animal and sleep around like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; business! Seriously, has the world gone mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And although, my religion actually allows polygamy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't stand how some people are actually implying it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;portraying&lt;/span&gt; self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;centeredness.&lt;/span&gt; Polygamy is not a tool. Not a tool for satisfaction or weapon to defeat your enemies. It is not a field to play on. It is as simple as marriage and since it involves marriages, you have to be both responsible and sincere. Being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Responsible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;, the man has to face the challenge of handling two or more households. The woman has to be sincere in accepting her fate. Most importantly, both parties have to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Committed&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; LOYAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I pray for fairness and the rights of women.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's painful to see such treatment given to women regarding this matters. Although it can't be seen, it really affects them emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes to talk and express helps one to calm your nerves and just relax..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes prayers do the job too, cause you know you're not alone and God is listening..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MasyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, does it feel good to express via blogging or what! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-2592611777579322045?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2592611777579322045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=2592611777579322045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/2592611777579322045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/2592611777579322045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-could-never-stand-polygamy-or-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-1329590551651931936</id><published>2009-05-28T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:28:04.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am thankful for being one of the few people who are considered fortunate. Being given the chance to equip ourselves with the Islamic knowledge and practise that is both important and essential presently and hereafter, helps a lot. In fact, every single practise and pillars of Islam that is supposed to be done and fulfilled help us in so many ways. I believe prayers actually help us to stay healthy, stronger and to persevere mentally and physically all the way.. last Sunday, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aqidah&lt;/span&gt;; belief, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt; touched on a principle that is both helpful and effective for life. I have added in a few attitudes in the equation and since, mid-sem is next week, I have tried to my fullest effort so as to comply (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Optimism&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hard work&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Constant PRAYERS&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have my heart for the longest time ever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thus, who could possibly replace you; not any fellow ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not even Zac efron, Kris allen or even a Jonas Brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fiq, you're definitely my one and only romeo! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-1329590551651931936?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1329590551651931936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=1329590551651931936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1329590551651931936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1329590551651931936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-thankful-for-being-one-of-few.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-1875003596725247887</id><published>2009-05-24T17:51:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:28:27.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Loving you is worth everything to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339336305346693586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/ShkiFKiJSdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BKw-gQDWuQY/s400/DSC01781-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want the best for the both of us. I want us to be committed and serious in everything we do and realise that everything we're supposed to obtain now will bound to support our happiness and love. I have faith in this relationship that we've withstand for years. You are unique and different in your special ways. And i would like you to know that, both of us, in fact everyone is going the same direction but we're taking all different sorts of routes to get there. We might be taking totally distinctive routes but we'll still meet when we've reached Our Destination. That's one thing to be sure of (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing well, and I'm happy about it. I believe together, we'll constantly excel and succeed in life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;InsyaALLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's religious class was splendid. I was beginning to give up and prepare to fail Arab but when there's this aura of brilliance in me after i managed to answer this simple Arabic question in class, i was like hey, I'm not that bad after all. So, I've decided to really buck up and improve on Arabic. If there's a will, there's a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school to finish up slides for Contract Law Presentation. Everything was a brisk. After presenting our slides to one another, We ended up chatting about The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons and interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CDSs&lt;/span&gt; as well as past results which even brought us to discuss about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt;.. it was both engaging and fun. And i have to highlight this important news for the day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ASHVIN&lt;/span&gt; DOES NOT KNOW WHO IS KRIS ALLEN AND WHAT IS THE MEANING OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JIAYOU&lt;/span&gt;! Half of the time, he was the reason why we laughed during the meeting. It was fun having him around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, back to revising! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-1875003596725247887?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1875003596725247887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=1875003596725247887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1875003596725247887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1875003596725247887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-you-is-worth-everything-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/ShkiFKiJSdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BKw-gQDWuQY/s72-c/DSC01781-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-8787061372528038072</id><published>2009-05-22T23:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:06:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"One look, you are a person of.. good character.."&lt;br /&gt;those words are still in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. good things should be recognised too.."&lt;br /&gt;there's something in him that i look up to, the support he gives and the optimism that inspires..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever know that these words could make me so strong..&lt;br /&gt;A person who gives you advise and constant encouragements even if it's only for that moment of time can somehow push you further in life, a step closer to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a hectic and chaotic period for me!&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it was a worthwhile experience and I've met lots of really significant and fun people throughout the process. There were times when I was confused and felt not in place but i believe everything would turn out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, like a perfectionist would say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; is not good enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time will heal. I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Sue's never going to regret because she's doing herself a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; is around the corner. I hope the constant presence, participation and doing of tutorials help! Because I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;'ve&lt;/span&gt; done just that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaaa&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, yes. I've been revising alright. But only on Family Law. Cause I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; simply loving it. When studying it, there's this vibe of satisfaction when I actually understood the text. Most importantly, it keeps me going. I love the textbook. It helps. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue's never giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Press on, don't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;, there will be light at the end of the tunnel, I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;'ve&lt;/span&gt; seen a glimpse of it yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*these days, i feel like i'm falling out of fashion. I have to shop this weekend.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-8787061372528038072?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8787061372528038072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=8787061372528038072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/8787061372528038072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/8787061372528038072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-look-you-are-person-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-7177365872107680864</id><published>2009-05-18T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:11:11.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a battlefield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i don't want to miss a thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-7177365872107680864?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7177365872107680864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=7177365872107680864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/7177365872107680864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/7177365872107680864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-battlefield-and-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-8381055194082239768</id><published>2009-05-16T02:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:30:14.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2u4Y9ag3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/MC6WZNFzOHk/s1600-h/Photo0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336113417299854194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2u4Y9ag3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/MC6WZNFzOHk/s400/Photo0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2uwmPueFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/59vuzh7h4qM/s1600-h/Photo0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336113534892908018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2u_PByHfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MWG3kHLWhcA/s400/Photo0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wishes and gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Kraga Always(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Addiction: Kris Allen's Charming Voice.&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/7830907667103166658-8381055194082239768?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8381055194082239768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=8381055194082239768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/8381055194082239768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/8381055194082239768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-appreciate-it-kraga-ians-love.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2u4Y9ag3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/MC6WZNFzOHk/s72-c/Photo0463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-5128248977112688402</id><published>2009-05-12T16:01:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:54:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hersuriani Kalam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2ZiG0eYfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iawCPNxf1D8/s1600-h/Photo0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089944729215474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2ZiG0eYfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iawCPNxf1D8/s400/Photo0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6th May 1991&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last wednesday, I turned 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and God, look at the date today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect my birthday to be history just like that without being able to find time to update about it here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and to tell you the truth, it was actually the best birthday ever in my whole entire 18 years of living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this year's celebration really reflects the true meaning of friendship and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It brought me tears of all positive nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tears of happiness, appreciation, grateful and a lot of other emotions and feelings mixed in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No words can describe how proud and grateful i am to be where i am and have what i'm given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are the biggest; greatest; most significant gift ever. And i'm honored to receive that. This year's celebration was an eye-opening and definitely a memoriable one. Okay, shall stop pondering over the past and bore you people. Now for the gifts and celebrations recap! The day started off real smooth and typical. But it was kinda blue at first. Didn't get to see everyone at once although that's what i wished it could have been when i first reached school. But when it reached the end of the school day, Desiree, Neeena, Faaat and Fathin surprised me with this unique gift ever. An Awesome PINK Lamp, i shall call it(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the sweet part is, our pictures we took for the whole of last year were hanging around it. I was speechless. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It really brought smiles, tears and laughters to me, my day and my life in which it'll leave a mark in my heart, guys.. No matter where we go next, i will never possibly forget you people and what you've done for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was the most precious, memoriable moment of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's my birthday and to have you guys around makes it even more special in EVERY way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2ZZoeFNZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vgy_t6Xex0A/s1600-h/Photo0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089799143273874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2ZZoeFNZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vgy_t6Xex0A/s400/Photo0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336094662737552274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2d0uxUY5I/AAAAAAAAANs/fkr1JH0MQOk/s400/Photo0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2dCx5qkDI/AAAAAAAAANU/yBbQL1bydHI/s1600-h/Photo0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336093911759991138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2dJBKUMWI/AAAAAAAAANc/Nrto2mD7j7E/s400/Photo0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2c57P1P4I/AAAAAAAAANM/25sfcUuKyoQ/s1600-h/Photo0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336093652474478466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2c57P1P4I/AAAAAAAAANM/25sfcUuKyoQ/s400/Photo0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. guess, Dina&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is the best. No, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2c0BoLKvI/AAAAAAAAANE/dKpuMm8EmYw/s1600-h/Photo0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336093551107975922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2c0BoLKvI/AAAAAAAAANE/dKpuMm8EmYw/s400/Photo0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2ctzwUJYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LOq-vDTQEtg/s1600-h/Photo0413-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336093444304807298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2ctzwUJYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LOq-vDTQEtg/s400/Photo0413-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083125261073810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2TVKUkfZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oeZlwblmBvI/s400/Photo0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336076946848199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2Nth8JshI/AAAAAAAAALs/gWA6g3cMrSA/s400/Photo0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335323637636510274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SgrglKcRskI/AAAAAAAAALc/_x0L6gRQQOc/s400/Photo0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335323240566379890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SgrgODPYVXI/AAAAAAAAALE/z-Es1MKoAW4/s400/Photo0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336078684731741010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2PSsD4E1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/HjLZW_oLi3M/s400/Photo0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUjuuuu. who has always been there as a listening ear since secondary school dayssss. it has been a while and we finally met that day. I had great fun chatting with you(: anddddd, the minute you said that you'll set aside time just for me really touched my heart alright!!! THANKS FOR BEING THERE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2PByYQzDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/a4_Z61D4FQ8/s1600-h/Photo0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336078394370083890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2PByYQzDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/a4_Z61D4FQ8/s400/Photo0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear jesSICKO who made it all happen and made my birthday shine brighter than ever. Never will i forget such a true friend like you, sweeeeeets! LOVE YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2OV4zsrNI/AAAAAAAAAME/BR2JOv4l9gY/s1600-h/Photo0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336077640181525714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2OV4zsrNI/AAAAAAAAAME/BR2JOv4l9gY/s400/Photo0435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336077221274319122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2N9gQb-RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4imY9xkG6Y4/s400/Photo0434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336077129666067058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2N4K_U-nI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HR8ov8QS9D0/s400/Photo0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who turned up and organised the "surprise" party that evening, THANK YOUUUUU and i REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jessica, Junru, Weimin, Mary, Leonard Liew, Wei Ming, Chuan Tong, Markus, Sean &amp;amp; Freddy. Thanks for making it such a grand and wonderful evening for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The never-ending singing of birthday songs for me (EVEN on the bus back home).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Undue Influence of making me agree to a treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The presents and making me carry all of them myself from Tamp 1 to the interchange because you think that everyone should know i'm the birthday girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the best part is, the lasting jokes and laughters and just being there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I assume Secret Recipe has blacklisted us and is preventing any future birthday celebrations in their restaurant. Thanks all for making it happen and may our friendship lasts. Also, may all of us succeed in life and live prosperously ahead. LOVES(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7830907667103166658-5128248977112688402?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5128248977112688402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=5128248977112688402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5128248977112688402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5128248977112688402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/6th-may-1991-i-was-born.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sg2ZiG0eYfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iawCPNxf1D8/s72-c/Photo0419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-4879521313665509800</id><published>2009-05-03T14:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:13:19.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religious class was both blissful and fruitful as always. Only that today, Ustazah made the whole class read Surah Al-Fatehah for me as a form of a prayer and blessing for me with the intention of wishing me a happy birthday in advance and Ustazah did voice out her hopes of me becoming a person who is religious in all ways in the future. Really appreciate that and i wish I'd be one too, improving myself in all ways religiously as well as academically. I feel totally blessed today being in that particular class, making a lot of friends who i could interact well with throughout the years and having Ustazah Syahidah as our Ustazah has been a blessed opportunity as she has been there for us and always hoping for the best of all of us. I hope she's happy with her life and she's able to carry on and do her Masters like she always wanted! All the best, Ustazah. May Allah blessed you with a properous life ahead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; SYUKRAN for the wishes (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AYUNII; she who has always been my companion and cheering me up on every Sundays, no words can describe how precious this friendship is which is more like a sistership to me. I have always treated her like my very own younger sister. She, who has always been there, laughing; chatting along with me during class and playing a fool like always! i've always shared my life story with her and we'll tend to exchange viewpoints to make life easier. hahaaa. it's great meeting you, lil mate!! SYUKRAN to you too for making Sundays; FUNdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331539285822968626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sf1uu5WEkzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jopzs3kS_ak/s400/Photo0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331539358212698306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sf1uzHBIMMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eGKskyOMBok/s400/Photo0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIQ; you had my heart for the longest time ever. 3 days to 3 years and still counting! i've received a lot of remarks and reactions from all sorts of people around me once they hear of how long it has been for us.The only respond from me is that only God actually knows how it has been for both of us. Positive. We've been holding on to this relationship despite all the thick and thins of life and this relationship itself. 3 is just a digit, it's the experience and how sincere, true and pure this love is which matters more than anything else. And you and I know nobody but only He can set us apart. I hope we learnt from all our past mistakes and learnt from it. And may it somehow contribute to this relationship and make it an ever-lasting one. I have faith in this love and I'm confident of it. Are you? (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331542521398739314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sf1xrOzcwXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ty1d3Iaw6RI/s400/Photo0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 3rd Year Anniversary, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4879521313665509800?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4879521313665509800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4879521313665509800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4879521313665509800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4879521313665509800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/religious-class-was-both-blissful-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sf1uu5WEkzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jopzs3kS_ak/s72-c/Photo0396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-4163674888666714966</id><published>2009-05-02T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:18:42.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;business ambassadors(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it's different from all the other IGs(interest groups) and CCAs, i have certainly enjoyed my time with the people in it. Working together for only a couple of events really taught me a lot. Like being PATIENT and PROFESSIONAL at all times. Besides that, it reflects ME. Because it's all about interacting. I certainly don't mind being in main committee and taking over public relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure Club is where i've been through a lot as well. But the people that i may bound to work with are less co-operative and honestly, the politics are vivid. But then again, i'm more worried of which committee would give me the opportunity to be a better person and shine in the future.. and most importantly, it has to benefit me and be my shining armour in order to face all challenges in Uni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;still contemplating and in search of a decision..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4163674888666714966?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4163674888666714966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4163674888666714966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4163674888666714966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4163674888666714966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/business-ambassadors-although-its.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-5352668021756685058</id><published>2009-05-01T15:01:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:27:03.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330752168978676562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sfqi2qmd-1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tiYzsUQrL9A/s400/Photo0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ok, this is ridiculous. Just to clear doubts, WE ARE NOT WORKERS FROM CHEERS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the picture looks like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My buddy. My clown. My bitching partner&amp;amp; my victim for PILLOW FIGHT(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;is 18 today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, so where do i start. When there's good stuffs, there's always the rowdy side as well. The bitchings! Woo, man do we bitch a lot or what. hahaa. This dude, i first met at Adventure Club training. Sadly, he didn't stick around that muchh. But, he's a hell lot of fun. He's hilarious, able to be lame sometimes and basically, a friend who is always there when in neeeeeeeed!! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first time Nena introduced me to him during training, the minute we started a conversation, it's like full of laughters. And it was such a coincidence to land ourselves in the same empire! So we were like meant to be friends forever!! Remember when we were suppose to be paying attention during FO in the sports hall? Atikah and I not forgetting, this clown as well, we were lauging our lungs out for GOD-KNOWS-WHY. hahaaaa. Bet you're laughing about it right now while reading this, ken. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just want to let you know that, no matter what happens, kenny. We'll be there for you. So don't be depressed all the time alright. Let it out and just express your feelings okay. You could just give me a call and i'll be there!! Happy Eighteenth alright and may you live a prosperous life aheadddddd. SMILES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A person without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--Thomas Carlyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-5352668021756685058?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5352668021756685058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=5352668021756685058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5352668021756685058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/5352668021756685058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/kenneth.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sfqi2qmd-1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tiYzsUQrL9A/s72-c/Photo0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-453975097200877007</id><published>2009-04-28T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:55:26.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love where this is going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;change is what i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, I'LL HAVE IT ALL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A HIGH-FLYING CAREER, A HUGE APARTMENT OF MY OWN AND&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A WARDROBE BURSTING WITH DESIGNER LABELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK, so it's not going to happen in my life AT THE MOMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUT Mrs Gomez did mention about having goals. I've listed mine. How ridiculous it may sound to you, GOALS are still goals and it doesn't hurt to have them. In fact, they'll turn out to be MY applied principles for an effective living. And I'm sure those are realistic goals SIMPLY because it's achievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Update on my new class. They're cool. I enjoyed working with my team members so far. i am sure we can work things out and do our best for PBL this semester. They're wonderful. And i'm adapting well with the modules this semester especially the law modules (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Past two days were a great experience of mere culture shock but everything seems alright to me now. I've learnt also that it is not experience that counts but what you learn from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;See, one hour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; did help after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-453975097200877007?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/453975097200877007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=453975097200877007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/453975097200877007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/453975097200877007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-where-this-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-432891045032469022</id><published>2009-04-26T13:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:07:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328899241911873410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQNoHYBb4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eW1PACaeJCU/s320/Photo0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wait, this should come first before any other updates of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9 days left to the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; lived for 18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realised i don't do birthdays anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;These days, i don't see the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It had been different, of course, when i was a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Birthdays were all about noisy parties with forbidden food like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; sweets and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brightly&lt;/span&gt; coloured fizzy drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those birthdays had come with satisfying exciting boxes wrapped in special paper tied with coloured ribbon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those birthdays had been fun and magical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But now, all a birthday did was remind me that i am another year older and that somehow life hadn't turned out like i expect back when i strutted around the living room feeling like a fairy princess for the day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Law and Management. Year 2. Semester 1, week 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hectic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights for the week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Family law and Contract law lectures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Business Accounting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; lectures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recruitment drive for both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; ambassadors and Adventure Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; Human Wheelbarrow Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Theatres&lt;/span&gt; was a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Imagine that. I didn't even had the chance to sit on this rolling chair and switch on my laptop just to update this blog. I had to give in to exhaustion. But in the midst of busyness of lectures and looking after AC booth, i managed to capture memories again! I had to admit that life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; together with the people you enjoy being with is FANTASTIC. Meet my fellow ex-classmates from 1L02. Tomorrow, we will officially be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; tutorial groups. It hurts to see that we have different timetables to complain about. Those in the picture are like only half the class. The other half is just as fun and catastrophic (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328892782007411970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQHwGWx5QI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hsRrWy-MJHU/s400/Photo0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Surprisingly, day 1 was a drag for me as we only had a morning lecture and had to wait til 6pm for AC meeting regarding future plans and such but due to unexpected circumstances, i had to leave early and couldn't turn up. Even so, while waiting for time to pass, N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ena&lt;/span&gt; and i took loads of photos together in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ilaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328899775574325522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQOHLbEORI/AAAAAAAAAKE/y61NbAuWL-U/s400/Photo0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897679494605234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQMNK6t6bI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YBcn5CY7wH0/s400/Photo0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896223004795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQK4ZEfIWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ONodl3-lKUg/s400/Photo09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the rest of the week, i spent most of the time at the booth and promoting AC. Sure had loads of fun talking to strangers? It's only once in a while you are given such an opportunity to talk to everyone who passed by you. And AC actually had a warm response. Imagine having about 160 new members on day 1 of Recruitment Drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meet Mai, Esther and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Faezah&lt;/span&gt;. They, who have been there guiding us in AC (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328895409988728322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQKJEWWdgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Z5PzsgWvyl4/s400/Photo0357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328894582759773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQJY6rmVTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yyvYURMEHdY/s400/Photo0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328893465952036162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQIX6P4pUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5LCx3A1PIRQ/s400/Photo0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328894858752598914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQJo-1ao4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/47CQHOkMT3M/s400/Photo0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Two days ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; had this Human Wheelbarrow Challenge in school where we were suppose to be officials and help break the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; World Record as well. AWESOME fun we had! I was literally laughing my lungs out most of the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nena&lt;/span&gt; and I were most of the time fooling around though. Hey, but we did our job as officials also like offering drinks to the people during the Largest Human Wheelbarrow event, entertaining the participants who were bored in the chain during the event and of course cheering like mad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bimbotic&lt;/span&gt; cheerleaders during the Endurance Wheelbarrow Challenge. Man, do we had fun and we were proud of the Sports Climbing dudes who lasted in that position for an hour or so. GOOD JOB, guys. Impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally my room is done! New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; all attached to the walls and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BEAUTIFULLLL&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wider desk and huge drawers to place my belongings and books. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;loveee&lt;/span&gt; it. Once the walls are painted pink, i shall take photos and upload it here, alright! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lastly, update on today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maths is like love; a simple idea, but it can get complicated. I was right the minute i woke up this morning. Religious Class wasn't that fun like last week. I believe in my instincts you know. Like each time i happen to say things like "Something tells me that.." it tends to come to me without me thinking. So somehow, i believe in it. And i was right again. I was apprehensive at the start. It didn't turn out the way i want it to be. Man, how disheartening can my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; be. Wait, mama bringing me out to SHOP. Guess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sundays&lt;/span&gt; can't be that bad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hahaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. I'm just a GIRL who likes to rock out, to have fun, to let loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328901047215212434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQPRMp4R5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dHW3qXy3QJY/s320/Photo0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7830907667103166658-432891045032469022?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/432891045032469022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=432891045032469022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/432891045032469022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/432891045032469022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait-this-should-come-first-before-any.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SfQNoHYBb4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eW1PACaeJCU/s72-c/Photo0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-4674205822815268536</id><published>2009-04-19T18:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:23:01.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;patience. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; lost it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm always late. And since it's a school holiday for me, I have always been late for Religious Class &amp;amp; today, I WAS LATE again! My back-to-school resolution is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; never to be late for school and it'll be great if i change for the better and not be late for religious class too. SERIOUSLY. I hope i kick this bad habit away - getting off the bed late by tomorrow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, highlight of the week has always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madrasah&lt;/span&gt;(Religious Class) for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaaa&lt;/span&gt;. It has never been as awesome as today. today's topic was Islam's History AND that's it. Literally. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ayuni&lt;/span&gt; and I were living in our own world and space in that one corner of the class while being engaged in very interesting conversations (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ayuni&lt;/span&gt;, you know i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;!). Presentations put up by others were great and interactive though the lack of eye-contact were a total weakness. Besides that, entertaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;indeeeeeed&lt;/span&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;madrasah&lt;/span&gt;, we head the mall to shop for school tomorrow. FUN chatting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ayuniiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;. And like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; told you, i shall announce it here too, once school starts tomorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; really look forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;madrasah&lt;/span&gt; every week! Alright, what more to say. DID I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MENTION&lt;/span&gt; THAT I'M NOT LOOKING FORWARD FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt;. will update you more on what kind of creature is that. it'll be haunting me for the whole semester till i get an A for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;have faith, sue. it's POSSIBLE(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like many who have known me for ages may understand that I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THEATRES THIS SEMESTER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCHOOL. LECTURE. TOMORROW. AT 9AM. TURNING IN EARLY. UH-HUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7830907667103166658-4674205822815268536?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4674205822815268536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4674205822815268536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4674205822815268536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4674205822815268536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/patience_19.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-4860497120860107058</id><published>2009-04-18T16:19:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:26:01.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK ZERO ORIENTATION!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WEEK ZERO ORIENTATION WAS AN ABSOLUTE BLAST!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LAW OEI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was great, awesome, fantastic FUN and being an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ADHL(Assistant Diploma Head Leader) made it even better for me! It was an unforgettable and definitely a fruitful experience. I have certainly learnt alot working together with Roy. He has taught me a lot on how to be a great leader setting examples for the SLs to set foot in. At the start of it all, it was a pressurizing moment for me. Being it a first time and a last minute notice and all. But through it all, i managed to pull myself together and just be myself. I had loads of fun having to meet the Law Freshies. They are both adorable and hilarious. Although dead in times, they've been an awesome cohort. Great and supportive. I'm actually proud to be a senior to this bunch of people. So guys, if you need anything, you are welcome to seek help from us alright! This camp meant a lot to the Main Comm. And winning again as the back-to-back champion for the FIFTH TIME has really satisfy them. I mean that's what they've been working so hard for besides passion and making freshies feel belonged and at home in BUSINESS SCHOOL(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The minute it was announced that we won and seeing the Main Comm people suddenly broke down really touched me. I felt it, somehow. Like they've been together for a year or so working so hard for it and by the end of it all, they've SUCCEED. They deserve it. They really do. They're not leaving. They left a legacy behind. And they will always be role models to the next new batch of Main Comm. and may the next main comm committee would be just as great and focused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUSINESS SCHOOOOOOL ALLLLL THE WAYYYYY!!!!! xDDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the midst of busy-ness and multi-tasking during the camp. I managed to capture a little of PRECIOUS, AWESOMEEE moments at Bedok Resevoir as well as post-camp events like JAM n HOP!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meet Shariffa and Sabrina, the beauties from Law Year 1 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325979273290178818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Semt7kmN4QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/20mjmIJRolo/s400/Photo0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also my other juniors, Barney and Sean who constantly disappoint me when it comes to cheering during orientation. aha. GET A LIFE, GUYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And not forgetting, my fellow SL and also coursemate from Law, Malini!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325979555732113746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SemuMAxnyVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zqWMZGKfyjM/s400/Photo0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Business Cheerleaders! They put up a really amazing performance. AWESOMEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325979676412267266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SemuTCWAywI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yVFRKkvxYfU/s400/Photo0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and here's Roy, the Diploma Head Leader who i've been working with for the whole 2 days during the Orientaion and the ADHL for HTM, shihua (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325979800424998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SemuaQU85PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/srjYWZDJXRY/s400/Photo0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jam n hop was happening as ever. We went wild. Like literally. haha. the best part was we girls didn't break. maybe for a moment but then we party-ED like nobody's business! haha. We formed a circle and then we danced GREAT! ahaha. TOTALLY IN OUR OWN WORLD MAN. AMAZING experience and fun indeed!! going to miss THE FUNNNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325980352222801106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Semu6X7zLNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/87uyVp_T0hQ/s400/Photo0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325980258456989282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Semu06oSbmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/050asImFaD8/s400/Photo0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325979987273075138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SemulIZAScI/AAAAAAAAAHc/woIUHfXAhf8/s400/Photo0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great achievement for BUSINESS SCHOOL to win the overall champion again for the FIFTH TIME. We know we deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON BIZ BIZ BIZ BUS-INESSSSSSSSSS (CLAP X 4) (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4860497120860107058?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4860497120860107058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4860497120860107058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4860497120860107058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4860497120860107058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-zero-orientation.html' title='WEEK ZERO ORIENTATION!!!!'/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Semt7kmN4QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/20mjmIJRolo/s72-c/Photo0267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-8736925167930428478</id><published>2009-04-12T13:56:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:52:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before I update on my day, I'd like to express my MISSES for my buddies from school and school itself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; not been seeing them around throughout this holiday. An utter disappointment indeed. But even so, memories are still close to my heart. And when the hell are we going to get our timetable? I hope i get Theatres as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CDS&lt;/span&gt; this coming semester. Like what i told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nena&lt;/span&gt;, that's what i want to do in life. Perhaps not entirely Theatres as a career. Like Mama said, it's risky. But all in all, passion matters too (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful morning at religious class because together as a team we had to face a challenge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. Despite the disruptions in class, I'm sure it is an awesome morning for some of us too. Surya, Hafizah and I were trying to drag the time til &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt; could at least spend only a few minutes on Arabic. And we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S-U-C-C-E-E-D&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zayanah&lt;/span&gt; was merely laughing her lungs out when we were cheering silently as time passes during &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Akhlak&lt;/span&gt;(moral).&lt;/span&gt; and I asked a brilliant question concerning an information i came across last night while doing my religious class homework. It is interesting and we've learnt a lot from it. Reaching the end of this post, read on as you may benefit from it (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i think i did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; update you with the data later. Surya then built on it and begged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt; to continue sharing and explaining the information with the class. Great work there, mate! And there goes, after all our hard work poured, we managed to steal ONLY 5-10 minutes of Arab. But we were surprised when she cut short the lesson to touch more on the question that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just asked. YOU'RE WELCOME, GIRLS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, what we've done is an act of seeking knowledge that we are interested to know. Only 20% of our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;niat&lt;/span&gt;(intention)&lt;/span&gt; wants time to pass on and avoid Arabic lesson. 70% to learn more about the topic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; presented due to curiosity. and 10%? Mere fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. With that, this is the information shared by our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt; and partly what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; done research on. May this help Muslims out there to understand more about Islam and put this to good use and may I also, take this opportunity to gain blessings from Allah. Hopefully the right message is conveyed. Think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Women have 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nafsu&lt;/span&gt; (desires) and 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;akal&lt;/span&gt; (plan, way, means) and Men have 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nafsu&lt;/span&gt; (desire) and 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;akal&lt;/span&gt; (plans, ways, means).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am not very sure whether it is a fact. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt; seems positive about it. She was actually explaining the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;theoritically&lt;/span&gt;, it is true. We, women have many desires and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;calculatively&lt;/span&gt;, there's 9 of them. One i would know of and understand the most would be, shopping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. Am i right? and perhaps, being emotional easily as well; the desire to vent anger is another desire. I am still surfing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and found myself reading an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;opinon&lt;/span&gt; from an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ustaz&lt;/span&gt; that there's a logical reason behind why in Islam, men are given the power to determine divorce between spouses but not women. One of the reasons would be, women being more emotional compared to men. As a law student, it would be easier for me to relate to the Muslim Law (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Muslim law, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;talak&lt;/span&gt; means "to untie the matrimonial knot by articulating a word denoting divorce." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If a husband utters the word on his wife, the two of them would automatically be divorced and the wife would be in a state of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;iddah&lt;/span&gt;. If, during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;iddah&lt;/span&gt;, the parties wish to reconcile, the divorce may be revoked without having to go through the process of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nikah&lt;/span&gt; (marriage). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Allah says: "Take them back on equitable terms or part with them on equitable terms." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Quran&lt;/span&gt; - 65 : 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ustazah's&lt;/span&gt; method whenever you bring across an information or explanation to someone, support it with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dalil&lt;/span&gt; (evidence). Wow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt; must be so proud of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. Till then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be heading off now to have lunch with my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p.s. i love my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-8736925167930428478?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8736925167930428478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=8736925167930428478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/8736925167930428478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/8736925167930428478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning-was-really-exciting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-4460229600287999481</id><published>2009-04-09T21:08:00.048+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:48:38.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY'RE JUST TRUE GIRLFRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girlfriends. Mad Jack Cafe. Jonas Bro. 3D Concert. Starbucks. Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322710183941640754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4QthwyEjI/AAAAAAAAADs/EOjOnk33xjo/s320/SDC10084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no words can describe how fortunate i am to have friends like you guys (:&lt;br /&gt;no words can describe how exciting today was for me.&lt;br /&gt;no words can describe how marvelous the experience was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long days at camp for me. FINALLY, we have a girls-dayout together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean, the last time we met was at Weiting's birthday party and I really had awesome memories then. We've been great friends since 3 years ago. And it has been a fruitful time indeed. It is simply amazing having to meet up again.&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JONAS BRO. 3D CONCERT&lt;/span&gt; at the cinema. The experience was unbelivably AWESOME. And Mary, apologies. I still think Nick is cuter than Joe. Haha. Jess kept whispering also yelling in times during the movie in my ear that Joe was hot especially in Yellow!! Well, undeniable that he looks great in that shade of yellow. You and Mary can jolly well sort things out over him alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322721905150367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4bXyqtllI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sNUg7BJfNbo/s320/SDC10042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322735248394859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4ngeIGtXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/D5WGVL8X5aY/s400/SDC10078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322722774922613202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4cKa0k0dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/E-ujuv5Yxrw/s320/SDC10056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At Mad Jack Cafe, mind you, we weren't camwhoring alright. Instead, we were treasuring that moment while waiting for our fellow girlfriend, JESSICA SEE, capturing memories in that particular Cafe. Oh my goodness. We had taken tons. Even so, we had a pretty heavy lunch, didn't we? Delicious and extremely worth it. Sadly, we were complaining about how full we were on the way back to Grand Cathay. Jess even had a HUGE MEAL before meeting us. I was laughing my lungs out just listening to her moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back at Grand Cathay, I bet no one can imagine how ridiculous we were trying very hard to capture a picture together with Zac Efron on the way up the ESCALATOR!!!#@!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a hard time for them especially (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The fun we had. Believe me, I tried. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322713273252981410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4ThWWAKqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WR_-y1-Qtnc/s320/SDC10090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322712173693099234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4ShWKf3OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8zUrVKmjOc/s320/SDC10087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322723596880487250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4c6Q2mo1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cABnilvHatw/s320/SDC10088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zac Efron (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322713834998257442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4UCDAg1yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bGIOXC3EX1k/s320/SDC10089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The movie was amazingly fantastic. The images looked totally real although some parts were unnecessary but the throwing of stuffs towards us was pretty well done. There were a few times Junru actually screamed thinking that we were going to get hit! I didn't believe that there were even FANATICS who were screaming at the top of their voices. I mean. WOW.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; screamed when Taylor Swift was up next only ONCE, singing Should've Said No when Jess reminded me that that BIG THING infront of us was actually just a SCREEN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322711460360655986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4R30yylHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pRvKZHshuho/s320/SDC10099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As crazy as some people can be. MARY AND WEIMIN ALMOST MADE AN INSANE DECISION TO WATCH IT AGAIN LATER ON. i shall not touch on the reason why they've come to such decision because it's JUST plain crazy. haha! love you guys anyway laa! while they were contemplating at the counter whether or not to buy the tix for the next BUSY SLOT. Jess, Juju and I were capturing memories again xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322732268150668194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4ky_2hO6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/nbGlBnF2-mY/s400/CamWhoring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They've decided not to eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Then we head off to Plaza Singapura to buy the gifts for th Tea Party this coming Monday. Haha. Jess, We're satisfied with what we've bought, aren't we? =p On the way back, it was raining so we were in 'twos' instantly when we realised that we've got three umbrellas with us.&lt;br /&gt;JUST perfectly nice.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget the laughters in the rain too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322729864233675938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4inEkC7KI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NljFHE3HWCk/s320/SDC10119-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322732516934673570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4lBepP5KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jwFYYdIF9ZI/s400/CamWhoring1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the Tea Party.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks. Frapuccino. Girlfriends. Gossips. Chat. What could be better than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890994537768434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd61KFuMpfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qmD4SAE9g04/s400/SDC10136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322733096672458194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4ljOVgddI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zwlGgirj7Co/s400/SDC10124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322934812318632098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd7dAnrQCKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uDHAtCZa0nQ/s400/SDC10121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was an AWESOME evening for us, i'm sure. And we've made a promise to have our NEXT outing pretty sooooon. Watching 17 AGAIN together!!!!! so looooooking forward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322727278640033218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4gQkee7cI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_vTs6ElkPyA/s320/SDC10096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really had the craziest fun-filled day and thanks for it! It was both ENJOYABLE and UNFORGETTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again girls, little did i notice that we took loads of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be uploading the rest in Facebook and will tag all tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;LOVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890555586988722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd60wigLSrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zdqiWnKWyUM/s400/SDC10107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd60DD1eQVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qOwjq3VmVKw/s1600-h/SDC10107.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-4460229600287999481?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4460229600287999481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=4460229600287999481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4460229600287999481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/4460229600287999481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-words-can-describe-how-fortunate-i.html' title='THEY&apos;RE JUST TRUE GIRLFRIENDS'/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sd4QthwyEjI/AAAAAAAAADs/EOjOnk33xjo/s72-c/SDC10084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-1068815460894689021</id><published>2009-04-05T15:29:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:37:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOW(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm back from FOW, going for FOC tomorrow and coming back again on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;FOW has been a FANTASTIC ride for me and i'm sure for those who came too! Especially the FRESHIES. They were adorably great and fun! Their enthusiasm unbelivably hyped the workshop up. And HOLQA was AWESOME. I'm sure many know of it already. We were the BEST EMPIRE!! Something that will never be forgotten. And it was indeed an incredible achievement for all of us! Even so, i personally think that all 5 empires deserve the award because EVERYONE contributed to this SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i am still drained and i still need to rest. Never thought that it would be this chaotic because this is, of course my first time being a GL. Even so, it has been a WILD ride never to be forgotten. I hope i am still able to participate and give it my all for FOC. It'll be a blast just like FOW. And possibly EVEN BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, holqa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue posting when i come back on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you never asked why.&lt;br /&gt;all you see is my wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you know that's not all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-1068815460894689021?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1068815460894689021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=1068815460894689021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1068815460894689021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1068815460894689021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-from-fow-going-for-foc-tomorrow.html' title='FOW(:'/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-1443838022025249974</id><published>2009-03-31T15:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:27:04.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the language of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when everyday words are not enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sometimes i wonder how to be instantly understood by those you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe it doesn't matter to you as much as it matters to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i wish they could at least see what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sometimes i even wonder whether there is such a thing called the language of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;words have incredible power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;especially when they say what you mean (and mean what you say). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but that same power can be self-defeating, even destructive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when the message heard doesn't match the message intended.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so do i have to make the most of my communication by master-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Language of Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this morning mama spoke to me about my late atuk (my grandfather/her father). about how she had treated him when he was still alive 3 years ago. althou she didn't exactly voiced her guilt. somehow, i sensed it. i could tell that it was much more than just a story. how could sharing a single story bring so much change to someone's life? i didn't understand how or why a word picture worked with me. but i guess she was just thankful it did. it was an emotional picture that finally penetrated my brick-walled heart and pried open my life to much-needed change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after prayers, i'll be heading off to work. i'm tutoring. can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;till then, i'll be worrying the day off for i've not packed my bag for camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-1443838022025249974?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1443838022025249974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=1443838022025249974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1443838022025249974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1443838022025249974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-wonder-how-to-be-instanly.html' title='the language of LOVE'/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7830907667103166658.post-1803513598463752604</id><published>2009-03-30T22:43:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:03:43.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our lovestory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdHbx6z7WQI/AAAAAAAAADk/-ziHcNpUZpU/s1600-h/Picture0002+(2)-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319274285548394754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdHbx6z7WQI/AAAAAAAAADk/-ziHcNpUZpU/s320/Picture0002+(2)-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdEQyB53hTI/AAAAAAAAADU/P3Dw4gMY4Uk/s1600-h/Picture0002+(2)-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been an interesting and fruitful day for me. And i mean it. Almost 24 hours of unexpected joyful moments. From home to school and to the cinema! I have experienced a day like no other by starting the day in an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMAZINGLY EXOTIC&lt;/span&gt; way. well, will come back to that later (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt; cheer was oh so fine. It was a stationary tool for me to vent my anger on. And i have made a vow not to be afraid anymore. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let him speak for which he love. Let him state the false. For what may be, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; unaffected. Thus, he is belittling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt;. He failed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hersuriani&lt;/span&gt; K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've yet to pass (:&lt;br /&gt;besides that, it was great going crazy once in a while again with my peeps during this dull holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for the afternoon. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;~ a few photos for the day! Went to school with dear Amanda. Had an awesome time chatting with her after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; long. From camps til about B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;intan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And left school with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yanlingg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;liping&lt;/span&gt;! and some guy with pink extension from empire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nexo&lt;/span&gt; helped us with the photos. thank the man with the pink extension! Adore the smiles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONFESSIONS OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A SHOPAHOLIC&lt;/span&gt; was extremely worth watching. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HILARIOUS, ENTERTAINING &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EYE-CATCHING&lt;/span&gt;. allow me to emphasize that this is an opinion from a shopaholic - myself! so, do not be surprise. I seriously recommend soul sisters who are naturally shopaholics as well to watch this movie! It might change your perspective about shopping. worth watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Isla&lt;/span&gt; Fisher in action as a bimbo. not forgetting, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PINK OUTFITS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACCESSORIES&lt;/span&gt; she has!! she is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;althou&lt;/span&gt;, my love didn't quite get the storyline and he thinks that it was pointless. i enjoyed watching it with him anyway! And dear blog, meet my love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047646509596978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdENpymVATI/AAAAAAAAACs/_KBQJtlHsZU/s320/Image031-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047568231191890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdENlO_TVVI/AAAAAAAAACk/yczWDm6_vYY/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047257884058626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdENTK2x5AI/AAAAAAAAACU/gLrTyxcb3ic/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047069393717506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdENIMrLiQI/AAAAAAAAACM/lgWwIR1dbjA/s320/Image000-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047777620524738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdENxbBm_sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GrNLihB_oDc/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319048204966020690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdEOKTAtxlI/AAAAAAAAADE/9h8izkZXy2M/s320/Image038-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides enjoying this hectic hols, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been considering about running as a main comm member in Business Ambassador ever since Louis - current President of BA talked to me about it. It'll be cool. Still in the process of thinking about it tho while in the midst of busy-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of camps.. Speaking of that, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 DAYS TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;FO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, people! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For now, may life blossom like those lovely flowers i saw on the way back home this evening and may the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;blossom-NESS&lt;/span&gt; last till the earth isn't round anymore ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7830907667103166658-1803513598463752604?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1803513598463752604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=1803513598463752604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1803513598463752604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/1803513598463752604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-interesting-and-fruitful.html' title='our lovestory'/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qEhbGxYYfPk/SdHbx6z7WQI/AAAAAAAAADk/-ziHcNpUZpU/s72-c/Picture0002+(2)-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830907667103166658.post-397955797037358668</id><published>2009-03-29T15:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:56:55.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s708.photobucket.com/albums/ww89/allah01sue/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02617-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm back from Religious Class. I was as if so in my own world this morning. As usually, can't stand the environment of the class and the repetitive, constant and monotonous reminders from my Ustazah. Still, she's one of the best Ustazahs i've ever had and i actually understood what she was teaching and i could at least relate to the topic. Today was 50% Arabic in class which was actually a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BUMMER&lt;/span&gt; for me but the drawing-out-instead-of-spelling test was kinda brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Holiday has been a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WILD VACATION&lt;/span&gt; although i'm not enjoying mine overseas like quite a number of my fellow peeps. For those who are, been missing them truckloads. Instead, my holiday has been revolving around &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAMPS, camps and more camps.&lt;/span&gt; Speaking of that, i just came back from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SL CAMP!&lt;/span&gt; It was a total excitement and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN.&lt;/span&gt; And out of the blue, i wasn't what i used to be lately. In fact, i've got the guts to open up and be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MYSELF. KRAGA&lt;/span&gt; was unbelivably and an unbeatable&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SECT&lt;/span&gt; alright. Although there's once upon a time or two, i felt slightly reluctant being there, we pull it through and made it to be th best SECT that we can be. I love the cheers, spirit and not forgetting, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hyperNESS.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, now three more camps to go for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt; hahaaaa. Sue is going crazy alright. But it's actually a fun activity to be proud of as it gives you a chance to be yourself and stand up for what you believe in. Making new friends and just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY.&lt;/span&gt; Better than rotting your holidays away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- 3 days from now. HOLQA will always be remembered.. well, at least by me.&lt;/span&gt; All the cheers, bonding sessions and the effortless feel of belongingness during camps will sooner or later reach the end but memories will still be and will be cherished. Looking forward to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FO &lt;/span&gt;tho. and hope &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOLQA&lt;/span&gt; is ready to face the freshies by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEhbGxYYfPk/Sc9aDQLMuiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AfWbTz8z8G4/s1600-h/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOMORROW. yipee.&lt;/span&gt; Day out with my love. Dragging him to the cinemas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Till then, here I go again !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7830907667103166658-397955797037358668?l=dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/397955797037358668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7830907667103166658&amp;postID=397955797037358668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/397955797037358668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7830907667103166658/posts/default/397955797037358668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/holiday-has-been-wild-vacation-although.html' title='THE GUTS'/><author><name>DRAMATICsue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075451110417905158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
