<?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-4164148413938163391</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:37:34.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate lollipop candy dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8683377905314505044</id><published>2008-07-23T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:48:17.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;RANDOM PICTURES!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYlypLzzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3YPnYXwb5rQ/s1600-h/Still+image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226032192627134258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYlypLzzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3YPnYXwb5rQ/s320/Still+image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYmcMmXNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TESgGm8_Y7E/s1600-h/Still+image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226032203781528786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYmcMmXNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TESgGm8_Y7E/s320/Still+image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYmoXX3JI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GwWnh5llUgM/s1600-h/Still+image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226032207047941266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYmoXX3JI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GwWnh5llUgM/s320/Still+image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYm9SklaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DAgWMklh7Xc/s1600-h/Still+image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226032212664948130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYm9SklaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DAgWMklh7Xc/s320/Still+image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been updating as much as last time and definitely all of us know the reason why. I can actually use this time to study for my networking test but somehow I'm updating my blog instead. Pray hard I will pass my networking test please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIabdCSUEyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/szgN-fTm59k/s1600-h/121230547985525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIabdCSUEyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/szgN-fTm59k/s320/121230547985525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226035340742234914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Didi, don't be sad. You will get through this. It won't be easy but you're strong you will be able to do it. I believe in you. I'm always here to rush to you whenever you need me (err, except during my school hours) Haha! Just don't cry dear, its not worth your tears. I love my super super bestfriend!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the commotion in the class asking about networking is making me go GAH GAH! Everyone looks prepared. I came prepared too ok, I did study for the test but I can't help but feel nervous before any test. Phobia! HAHAHA! I shan't take any more tests or exams cause I have a phobia on taking tests. Think anyone, most importantly, the lecturers will buy that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a diet people. Seems like a lot of people are starting to say that I've gained weight. So, it's gonna be only 4 meals a day, exercises-day &amp; night! Wah wah wah! Like macam paham! In the end, it will be sleeping exercises. I'm pretty much good at that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-8683377905314505044?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8683377905314505044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8683377905314505044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pictures-havent-been-updating-as.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SIaYlypLzzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3YPnYXwb5rQ/s72-c/Still+image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-1019726345121069282</id><published>2008-07-15T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:46:33.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sick of having to live in this fantasy but reality is too harsh. Arguments doesn't seem to stop. Everything is falling apart, things are no longer perfect the way it used to be. I'm not as strong as you think I am, hearing those fights bring silent tears every night. I'm scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-1019726345121069282?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1019726345121069282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1019726345121069282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sick-of-having-to-live-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-5947847639760309064</id><published>2008-07-13T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:52:30.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HALT! Your endless bickering is starting to really bug me! Its getting so irritating. Its been going on for a few weeks now. I can't even study peacefully. For once, settle things amicably please without having a screaming match! Is that possible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy lately, what the heck, I'm always busy. I wanna be free again! Please let me. I wanna go out, enjoy my day without having this worried feeling of not finishing any assignments. Enough with those tests and quizzes. HALT! yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone bring me out and let me partyyyy all night long! PLEASE! I wanna party, let myself out! ENJOY LIFE! Fly around the world. Visit America, Europe, Australia etc. etc. *dreams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling by the reservoir late at night with no one else but your bestfriend whom you are really comfortable with and you can talk to her about anything under the sun is really great and stress free. For a while, I forgot all about my assignments, screaming matches at home and lots more things that has been bugging me. Its just me, sky, land and water. Its a great feeling. And for those hot couples out dating, its a hotspot to date. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no more long post from me. Takes up too much time plus I need that free time to rest! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-5947847639760309064?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5947847639760309064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5947847639760309064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/07/halt-your-endless-bickering-is-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-1030288215100316402</id><published>2008-07-09T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:46:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't bold some of the words for fun. It means something. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AWKWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rotting. Its rotting. Its rotting. The workload, OH MY GOSH! I've got to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOLD ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! A number of quizzes coming up! *sh*t* Ouh, ouh, ouh. SIGH! I'm getting insane! Semester break, come quickly, I wanna fly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem ehem. "I'm like a bird, I wanna fly away!" Didi will know what I mean. HAHA! Cell biology quiz tomorrow, wish me luck. Mr PCB, give my group more credit for the infotech project especially Zephyr. She worked so hard on our project, a great leader indeed. I wanna go to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEAR 3000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and leave all this behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat, its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BURNING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Goodness, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S.O.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWKWARD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA! Ok, back to my revisions. Thanks for taking the time to read this full of nonsense and crap post. But, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THATS JUST THE WAY WE ROLL&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/4164148413938163391-1030288215100316402?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1030288215100316402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1030288215100316402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-bold-some-of-words-for-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-5682120826548829750</id><published>2008-06-29T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:37:44.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever was the one who told me that poly life is relaxing, I wanna give you a tight slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was tiring. My whole day was all about rushing here and there. Oh, I've collected my testimonial. I laughed out loud at the teachers comment on me. They tried so hard to make me sound like such a goody two shoes. Wait, I am! HAHAHAHA! Met Chee Fu and Firdaus at the general office, I had quite a fun time chatting with them. Suddenly, dear mr blue bug hit me. I miss my secondary school days where life is hectic but more in control, you get what I mean. Now, in poly, I felt that I kept on falling and even if I'm standing, a slight blow from the wind and I'll find myself smack right back down. How pathetic and irritating that is? I'm trying my best to cope with everything but time won't allow it and no matter how early I sleep the night before, I'll still end up sleeping during lectures. Oh bloody hell, give me a solution please. If poly is this stressful, I can't imagine what university will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up EARLY in the morning to do my project at the National Library with Fatin and Jannah. Most of it is already done. You can't imagine how relieved I am to see that. Had lunch at Long John Silver together with Jannah's friends, nice bunch of people they are. Fatin didn't finish her food again!! She made the rice shed tears! HAHAHA! Sorry Fatin, just joking around. *SENYUM* HAHAHA! Rushed back to Woodlands for a wedding solemnisation with styrofoam boards and all. I must have been the most silliest guest there. Ouh, and I'm done with my part of the project. I'm HAPPY! HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss Didi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-5682120826548829750?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5682120826548829750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5682120826548829750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoever-was-one-who-told-me-that-poly.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-4236311407107264901</id><published>2008-06-26T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:14:02.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I shall reply all tags with only one word since its being requested by IHSAN! HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow ex-Hong Kah Lite: Testimonials are ready! It can be collected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, the testimonials are finally ready. I feel so lazy to collect it now. Why can't they get it ready when we went to collect our O level certificate. What a hassle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped cell biology 4pm lecture cause I was lazy and I don't feel like sleeping in another lecture class. HA HA! I met Hui Ying at Blk 56 and we waited for volleyball to start together. A big thanks to Fatin and Jannah for accompanying me wait for Hui Ying even though you guys are pretty much anticipated to get your butts back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball went by as usual. Not many people turn up for todays training but still the beginners are the majority, no surprise there. After bonding camp, most of the faces seem familiar to me. Anyway, it started off with a 3 rounds run around the track instead of the usual 2 rounds but lucky there's no drill. Phew! I was already panting like a mad dog by the end of the 2nd round. Digging was fun. Oh, I finally learn how to serve and set. Thanks to Debra and Gin, the two seniors. Ouh, and Stephen for encouraging and giving me all the pointers during the game. I feel that I manage to improve a little bit. Just a little, NOT much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I failed my Info-Tech test! HA HA HA HA! There's really not much surprise there since I feel that Info-Tech is rather shitty. Very very shitty in fact. I don't even feel like sitting for the retest. Whatever, I'm still gonna try my best t pass this time round though it seems rather impossible. Oh dear god, please give this brain some IT skills. I feel like an idiot in Info-Tech class. Like a doofus! Oh well, thats about it. I'm gonna turn in now cause I'm DEAD beat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-4236311407107264901?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/4236311407107264901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/4236311407107264901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/fellow-ex-hong-kah-lite-testimonials.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-1332396069437024002</id><published>2008-06-25T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:43:15.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh my, infotech is such a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in infotech class and I'm so ready to die. I'll be the first person in this world to die out of boredom. Now, they're talking about skype, voip, bla bla bla. I'm NOT interested but I'd rather be stuck here then in organic chemistry practical later. Oh damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged was last week before I went off to camp, I think. I can't remember. Ouh, who cares. So volleyball bonding camp was quite fun. We have loads of free time, plenty of it. That's what I like. Haha! Thursday, book in time was 7.50pm. The whole night was Icebreaking session. For the first time icebreaking was fun for me. The HA HA game was super funny. I hurt my tummy from laughing too much. Friday was the Orchard Run or so called Amazing Race NPVB version and the nightwalk. If you ask me, I'll definitely say its scary. Before the walk they were showing this movie, Creep. Hell, it definitely is a creep alright. Hate those type of movies big time! Saturday was games day under the super hot sun. I had a burn at the bridge of my nose. Sunday, its back home day. So that was my NPVB bonding camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home on that Sunday and get ready to go out again! Mama wants to bring me to these boutique at Geylang to buy my Hari Raya clothes. Talk about KANCHONG!! HAHA! I didn't have enough sleep during camp so naturally, I fall sick and didn't attend the first day of school. Thats about all. I'm lazy to type my life story for yesterday and today isn't even over yet! Organic Chemistry in another 1hr 15mins. Damn damn damn! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-1332396069437024002?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1332396069437024002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1332396069437024002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-infotech-is-such-nightmare_25.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-733144640718021049</id><published>2008-06-25T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:39:32.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everythhing's changed. Will update next time cause I wanna climb on to my cosy bed, snuggle up with my 10 pillows and dream of chocolates and circle apples. Blog address created by Phahann. Lame? I find it cute. Thanks bestfriend.  And to Imran too, for the effort of those soul searching blog address that you had created for me. Also, a piece of advice for you; just relax, everything will be fine. To Didi, I told you, you cried for NOTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-733144640718021049?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/733144640718021049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/733144640718021049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/everythhings-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-1542439487764724766</id><published>2008-06-16T22:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:25:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Absence from blogging, not a great thing but hey I blog according to my mood too! Right now I'm not in the mood to blog either but to post pictures instead. Now, isn't that better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! Before the pictures let me sing a birthday song for myself though my birthday was last thursday. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;  happy birthday to meeeeeeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;  happy birthday, happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;  happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;surprise mini party organised by faris, zephyr, aaron, fatin and jannah!&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-XwxukvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SbaXDF0rugc/s200/P110608_14.48.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492565423493874" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-ZH17FFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/foqXLrCc51A/s200/P110608_14.48%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492588794975314" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-a3G7DKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0GESBsQwCNc/s1600-h/DSC09620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-a3G7DKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0GESBsQwCNc/s200/DSC09620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492618662612130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-bGgMobI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NZgVKm4_vTY/s1600-h/DSC09621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-bGgMobI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NZgVKm4_vTY/s200/DSC09621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492622795153842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-bgx6lJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yc1hKLCa-mU/s1600-h/DSC09619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-bgx6lJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yc1hKLCa-mU/s200/DSC09619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212492629848790162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGjjfgvjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Sm8jsu5fIXE/s1600-h/DSC09620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGjjfgvjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Sm8jsu5fIXE/s200/DSC09620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212501564108881458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGjqlSUSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xI6EPLPUgSo/s1600-h/P110608_14.48%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGjqlSUSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xI6EPLPUgSo/s200/P110608_14.48%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212501566012150050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGj4_gSEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xabjECZTAfY/s1600-h/P110608_14.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGj4_gSEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xabjECZTAfY/s200/P110608_14.49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212501569880213570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGkNPSBHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TW6Jkd9TT2I/s1600-h/P110608_14.49%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGkNPSBHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TW6Jkd9TT2I/s200/P110608_14.49%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212501575315096690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGkeX0T6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WtZZFjNqFxM/s1600-h/P110608_14.48%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaGkeX0T6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WtZZFjNqFxM/s200/P110608_14.48%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212501579914301346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pictures from the mini surprise party. Next up, pictures of me, Jannah and Fatin after watching Kung Fu Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCHVUqzAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qTNlyGo2oqw/s1600-h/Still+image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCHVUqzAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qTNlyGo2oqw/s200/Still+image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496681222458370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCHz8V2QI/AAAAAAAAALE/BSvmK_rxass/s1600-h/Still+image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCHz8V2QI/AAAAAAAAALE/BSvmK_rxass/s200/Still+image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496689441921282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCIAGMgAI/AAAAAAAAALM/QUg9pAHriYs/s1600-h/Still+image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCIAGMgAI/AAAAAAAAALM/QUg9pAHriYs/s200/Still+image029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496692704477186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCIWcMNDI/AAAAAAAAALU/xHeV45MLqFA/s1600-h/Still+image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCIWcMNDI/AAAAAAAAALU/xHeV45MLqFA/s200/Still+image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496698702312498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCJKguZ8I/AAAAAAAAALc/U-gbqLMF2Gw/s1600-h/Still+image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaCJKguZ8I/AAAAAAAAALc/U-gbqLMF2Gw/s200/Still+image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212496712679974850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwEDyx3I/AAAAAAAAALk/pl42aoLi7hk/s1600-h/Still+image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwEDyx3I/AAAAAAAAALk/pl42aoLi7hk/s200/Still+image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499579986167666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwXOiDVI/AAAAAAAAALs/pC7teAWhkHc/s1600-h/Still+image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwXOiDVI/AAAAAAAAALs/pC7teAWhkHc/s200/Still+image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499585131482450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwatfRjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/g2UAv9GCR4w/s1600-h/Still+image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwatfRjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/g2UAv9GCR4w/s200/Still+image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499586066630194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwgZPVhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/24xJJNhdapY/s1600-h/Still+image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEwgZPVhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/24xJJNhdapY/s200/Still+image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499587592312338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEw7P2rWI/AAAAAAAAAME/vSWuNDXe9Mo/s1600-h/Still+image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaEw7P2rWI/AAAAAAAAAME/vSWuNDXe9Mo/s200/Still+image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499594800704866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on Wednesday. Now, for the Thursday to Friday pictures. Chalet with ex-4D. I MISS MY FELLOW 4D's. Not all pictures are up cause I haven't receive the pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK3r02WHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aemeEs6TMQ4/s1600-h/Still+image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK3r02WHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aemeEs6TMQ4/s200/Still+image041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212506307989756018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK37fx_PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CW90hYsEwlg/s1600-h/Still+image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK37fx_PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CW90hYsEwlg/s200/Still+image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212506312196357362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK4F5K_7I/AAAAAAAAANE/r25DVH4FVxc/s1600-h/Still+image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK4F5K_7I/AAAAAAAAANE/r25DVH4FVxc/s200/Still+image047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212506314987208626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK4TuxqiI/AAAAAAAAANM/-sfK7FWm9yc/s1600-h/Still+image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK4TuxqiI/AAAAAAAAANM/-sfK7FWm9yc/s200/Still+image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212506318701701666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK4nUIfcI/AAAAAAAAANU/In7U4MBw20Y/s1600-h/Still+image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaK4nUIfcI/AAAAAAAAANU/In7U4MBw20Y/s200/Still+image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212506323958660546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaMU0MPcXI/AAAAAAAAANc/0p3uls_zY_U/s1600-h/Still+image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaMU0MPcXI/AAAAAAAAANc/0p3uls_zY_U/s200/Still+image050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212507907963187570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaMVHfp3fI/AAAAAAAAANk/kKHPSZnMXWg/s1600-h/Still+image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaMVHfp3fI/AAAAAAAAANk/kKHPSZnMXWg/s200/Still+image046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212507913144884722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Saturday's pictures. Best buddies day out. Birthday celebration again. Not many pictures were taken, something wrong with my camera, hands and FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOUFHAxEI/AAAAAAAAANs/03Ck89w6hmk/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOUFHAxEI/AAAAAAAAANs/03Ck89w6hmk/s200/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510094348043330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOUfalQnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lFyIMl8UyHc/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOUfalQnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lFyIMl8UyHc/s200/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510101409448562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOUgA8kdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ezNOMha6NY/s1600-h/Still+image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOUgA8kdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ezNOMha6NY/s200/Still+image052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510101570359762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOU1gGrgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/doLJbQCRPlc/s200/Still+image055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510107338190338" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOVW_kf_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/WRQPZpI3KAY/s1600-h/Still+image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaOVW_kf_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/WRQPZpI3KAY/s200/Still+image057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510116328538098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday to Monday pictures. I slept over Didi's house. There's only a few pictures. Mostly, of Didi and my nephew Rusyaidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaQcv89tpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/W1AuGEg_aEc/s200/Still+image062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512442310833810" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaQdJCQOXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XraOmUX6e5I/s1600-h/Still+image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaQdJCQOXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XraOmUX6e5I/s200/Still+image060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512449043904882" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaQdzkKQBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/g7RVozELnGk/s1600-h/Still+image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaQdzkKQBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/g7RVozELnGk/s200/Still+image061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512460460408850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaQeTcuQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9CDfByk4KXA/s1600-h/Still+image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaQeTcuQYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9CDfByk4KXA/s200/Still+image056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512469019148674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaSEdLx8jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/S825pFqosFc/s1600-h/Still+image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaSEdLx8jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/S825pFqosFc/s200/Still+image053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212514223979098674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFaSE6MMiLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3fF8iSh53eg/s200/Still+image051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212514231765469362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats all. ツ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-1542439487764724766?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1542439487764724766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1542439487764724766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/absence-from-blogging-not-great-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SFZ-XwxukvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SbaXDF0rugc/s72-c/P110608_14.48.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8576260592966054753</id><published>2008-06-09T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:55:02.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je dis que je vagabonderai&lt;br /&gt;mais je n’ai pas l’habitude de la vie errante qui sait&lt;br /&gt;Je dis que j’irai loin&lt;br /&gt;mais je veux rentrer chez moi qui sait&lt;br /&gt;Qui sait qu’il y a une blessure derrière le silence&lt;br /&gt;Qui sait qu’il y a une faiblesse derrière l’indifférence&lt;br /&gt;Je souris et dis que je n’ai pas peur de solitude&lt;br /&gt;mais je retiens la larme qui sait&lt;br /&gt;Comment je souhaiterais&lt;br /&gt;que quelque’un puisse allumer une lampe pour moi&lt;br /&gt;réchauffer le trou de solitude dans mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Etes vous seul&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que chacun est pareil&lt;br /&gt;Mais on ne sait pas&lt;br /&gt;quand ce monde était de plus en plus froid&lt;br /&gt;Après s'être blessé à plusieurs reprises&lt;br /&gt;vous apprenez à cacher&lt;br /&gt;j’apprends à être silencieux&lt;br /&gt;on ne veut plus dire notre propre histoire aux autres&lt;br /&gt;on ne veut pas exprimer la chaleur aux autres aussi&lt;br /&gt;on préférerait se rendre seul et rendre d’autres seuls&lt;br /&gt;En fait l'être humain est très seul&lt;br /&gt;doit se réchauffer&lt;br /&gt;Personne est absolument fort&lt;br /&gt;Au fond du coeur&lt;br /&gt;chacun a une faiblesse, un trou&lt;br /&gt;Peut- être dans le soir pluvieux&lt;br /&gt;peut- être dans la pénombre de la rue&lt;br /&gt;qu’il devient toujours une blessure sans raison&lt;br /&gt;Ne dites pas que vous n’avez pas peur de la solitude&lt;br /&gt;ne faites plus semblant d’être indifferent&lt;br /&gt;parce que chacun a la solitude&lt;br /&gt;chacun a la solitude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a poem, in French. Happy Translating! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having a bestfriend means doing things together. Exploring new things. Going through weird times. Embarrassing moments. But hell, I can't even have moments with my bestfriend. Whatever happens to, we'll go together and dance the night out. Shake our asses off and just have fun with the company of each other. So now, there are no longer us unless you have a bodyguard tailing you. No more girls’ night out, without making me feel guilty. Oh wait, why should I feel guilty, I was the one who always have to give in. You accompanying me while my mom was away, did I get you in trouble for that? Hmm, now you got me thinking, am I even allowed to have some time spend with you? Did I get you into trouble whenever I ask you out? I'm sorry if I did. You know what; I miss the times when we do crazy stuffs together. Riding rides at escape theme park, dance the night away like the Yuhua C.C night, plan stupid ideas like sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night. Doing all that, without ever getting each other into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I know your situation is different from mine. You have two things to juggle on while I only have one. I'm making you feel guilty because of this. I don't understand your situation cause I'm not in one. I'm the least important compare to your other responsibilities. But, if you could only just recall, did you ever once ask me out to go shopping? It was always me who did the asking. Even asking you to shop together with me is wrong. I got you into trouble for that. Even shopping can light up a fire for you. But hey, I give in at that moment. You're not suppose to shop with me. I understand. You can only accompany me shopped but not do the shopping. Even during my most depressing moments. I thought I was being selfish. I'm your bestfriend and I can't even cut you some slack or whatever it is. Looking back at things, I question myself, was I really the selfish person here. I keep cutting you guys some slack but when will you guys cut me some slack. Even if I were to cry, you wouldn't know about it. Even if you were to rush by my side, you have to make me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 3 days- oh why doesn't that excites me. Will I be allow to spend some time with you on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much anger in me; I will love to learn Krumping (Crumping). I can really use that to vent my anger. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;NYC KRUMPING BOYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l98U8bStBGA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l98U8bStBGA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;please go to youtube for better view&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-8576260592966054753?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8576260592966054753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8576260592966054753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/je-dis-que-je-vagabonderai-mais-je-nai.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-4021066012703950753</id><published>2008-06-07T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:08:23.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEowoTANC3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/lLAtztICLDI/s400/my+mama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209029387861429106" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind this picture:&lt;br /&gt;This slim lady in the flyer above, she used to weigh 84kg. One fine day, she decided to follow her daughter's advice and join a slimming organisation, Anggun International. For 1 year, she went through intensive workout and diet. A very effective that was cause she managed to lose her weight, from 84kg to 57kg. That is a great achievement. Her pictures are published in the newspapers and flyers as an ad for Anggun International. This lady is my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be proud and supportive to those other mothers out there who are trying to lose weight. And what I learn from my mom: perseverance, determination and patience is the key in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-4021066012703950753?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/4021066012703950753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/4021066012703950753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-behind-this-picture-this-slim.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEowoTANC3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/lLAtztICLDI/s72-c/my+mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-1644001879380150297</id><published>2008-06-07T00:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:19:17.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;coloured curry puffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208833025587440738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl-Cgh2bGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x4XJBrVUl3c/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208833033589044610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl-C-VlNYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k8TDU5A4vmo/s200/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm done with this new blog skin. It's been so long since I messed with HTML codes, I'm a dumbo at it now. At least, I manage to get my blog done. I've been missing in action for long but I'M BACKKK!! Blogging is a pastime for me. So much had happened this week, I don't really think I can remember all. So, I'll just post what I can remember. LIKE DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Didi job hunt along with Zacky last Saturday after cell biology class. We went to Vivo City then to Harbourfront centre. Walking endlessly, it was hell for my legs. We had a break at Starbucks. A note to all, I'm not a big Starbucks fan. I'm more to the Coffee Bean side. Didi did the ordering while Zacky meddle around with my lappy. We had a looooonnng break. After that, we just gave up on job hunting. Zacky had to get home early and we girls shopped instead. Shopping gives you energy even after long day job hunting. At least, it does to us GIRLS! We went to the rooftop at Vivo to talk for a while.I'll remember that wish we both had in common, that is, to try every tourist attraction or rides in Singapore with both our partners one day. I'll try my best to fulfill it alright dear. I know you know what I mean. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Didi stayed over my house for 3 nights and I'm so grateful to her for that. I'll be scared to death if you weren't there. We had some spooked out moments for us. What can I say, there's just something that's spooky when you leave girls in the house alone. It happened when we were frying my colourful curry puffs. It really is colourful ok. The rest of the days were just spent at home with me revising for common test. Zacky came over to my house just to be with Didi. Sweet! And brother's friend, Azlina, came by too. Hey, everyone had partners! NOT FAIR! We movie marathon-ed and watched Turistas first. Hell, it was gory! Imagine people taking your organs out while you're still breathing. It’s just too scary. I had nightmares on it. The next day, it’s "Hantu Rambut Palsu" with the same people too. The title's kind of lame but it was scary to me. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama came back on Tuesday and Didi can finally return home. I bet she misses home. Hoho! Thanks dear for accompanying me for all 3 days. I love you babe! I love my mom and dad. They bought me lots of chocolates. Haha. I can't imagine anyone living without chocolate. How ey Fatin? Since you're not a chocolate freak. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test's ended on Thursday. Phew! A sigh of relief there. We had our cell biology presentations after the test. Presentations went alright but my presentation was more of a tongue twisting session. I had to read the different type of diseases which is like Alien words. Thanks ey Jannah for asking me to present the slides with the most tongue twisting words. Hoho. I'm glad that we switched one of our group mates with Fatin. Now, me and Jannah don't have to do the work all by ourselves. Thanks Mr. Mak for giving us the permission to switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi came over my house just now. She wanted to watch "The Day After Tomorrow" on my lappy. That movie scares me. I'm going to try to save Mother Earth now. I want to be a humanitarian. Heh! How global warming is going to affect future generations bugs me. My future kids will be the one suffering those moments not me. I can't afford to be selfish. I have to do my part to save the Earth. I'm going to start by not wasting electricity and recycling every bit of trash. How about that ey? Think I have the makings of a humanitarian? Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my essay now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND 5 MORE DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;pictures from last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;i was tired so pardon the drunkard face as quoted by Didi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208831036852390386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl8Ov6dyfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BvZmN2FeRLc/s200/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208831045459300578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl8PP-g0OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZwjASofJIQ0/s200/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208831052355118290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl8PpqmpNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Qm8ae3LNFLU/s200/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208831059362188194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl8QDxOC6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SOpAu3Fbxyw/s200/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208829240814952914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl6mNJxYdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XNcW8Tct6_U/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208829247183386690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl6mk4H-EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4DWMIuNlR5w/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208829255566660114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl6nEG2khI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZIVH5TXZKiw/s200/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208829261644676722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl6nav9vnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HVLXJMCkEDA/s200/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208827672165166818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl5K5ehLuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5Ma8ENFvopU/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208827689565665730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl5L6THucI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pu197JcRRJ0/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208827700859835522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl5MkX3FII/AAAAAAAAAII/TmII6lApo6I/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-1644001879380150297?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1644001879380150297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1644001879380150297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/coloured-curry-puffs-finally-im-done.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SEl-Cgh2bGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x4XJBrVUl3c/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-7283739546527376248</id><published>2008-06-01T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:36:20.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of updating but revisions come first. I'll be back when common test week is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mama. I hate staying home all by myself. I'm scared of ghost! Yeah, I managed to build some cock and bull imagination and scare the wits out of me. Lucky, Didi is around to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My birthday is coming soon. 11 more days!!!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-7283739546527376248?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7283739546527376248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7283739546527376248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-thought-of-updating-but-revisions.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-7210325644452758579</id><published>2008-05-29T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:04:29.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I no longer know how to love and I'm sorry. Maintaning it is hard what more it's long distance. With school and all. It's impossible. I don't have any feelings cause I've close the door to my heart. I dare write this here cause I know you don't read my blog but I hope you will get the message clear somehow. If something goes wrong, I'm sorry. It's not the time for me or maybe just not the person. I know him, the one who will be able to unlock the door to my heart and teach me what love is. I'll know him the minute he steps into my life. I'm sorry but friends is a good way to be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. Call me panda everyone. Cause that's the only way for you to recognise me. Big panda eyes!! I need my beauty sleep. I want a vacation to the Carribeans. Please! I'm begging you, bring me to the carribeans. Nothing but the white sands, big waves and ouh sunbathing. DREAM ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing else to say cause I'm brain dead.&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369286qzqm85uhnl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-7210325644452758579?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7210325644452758579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7210325644452758579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-no-longer-know-how-to-love-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8138449415963321333</id><published>2008-05-28T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:33:29.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205111121155354546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDxE_KDmb7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O9M0kFhMjJw/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205111138335223746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDxFAKDmb8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/WMnNrKUGmes/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update by the end of the week. Super damn busy cause common test week is next week. Wish me luck. Thank you. HAHA! Hope you have a wonderful week. Bleargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh by the way, I'm in love with Channing Tatum. He's so effing hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205111159810060242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDxFBaDmb9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-dqiX6-2PQE/s320/221234856_8d471ae43e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT CHRIS BROWN IS STILL MY SCANDAL! HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-8138449415963321333?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8138449415963321333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8138449415963321333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-update-by-end-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDxE_KDmb7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O9M0kFhMjJw/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-2709686586909491828</id><published>2008-05-23T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:50:37.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so relief! IAC project is OVER! I don't care what the lecturer think of the presentation, all I know is its over and I'm so HAPPYYYYY!! Now there's only cell biology and also bio-infotech project but still I'm happppyyyy! School has been really stressful, lucky its fun or else I'm so toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, I finally meet up with Didi today. I miss my darling angel so much. Talking to her and just hanging around is already fun for me. Yeah, and we did talk about almost everything under the sun. I'm disappointed with her mid-year results cause I know she can do better than that, way more better than that. Do well for prelims but most importantly O's. You can make it, I have faith in you. That brain of yours has it smarts but not enough work out being done up there. Do something about it. For your malay O's this monday, well, all I can say is I'll be expecting an A from you cause you're superb when it comes to languages. Good luck and all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;pictures from today&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbmb6DmbyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PI_TNkDiWGU/s320/Still+image158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203599786588401442" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbmcaDmbzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/upaJ9TRsAJ8/s320/Still+image159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203599795178336050" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbmcqDmb0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/QvsGO5mW8go/s320/Still+image160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203599799473303362" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbmc6Dmb1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/PVZ_HW6iRDE/s320/Still+image162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203599803768270674" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbngKDmb2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/t2BWio6f8Ag/s320/Still+image164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600959114473314" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbngaDmb3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FV6sWTKMowQ/s320/Still+image165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600963409440626" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbngqDmb4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/RUqRbLB-NUw/s320/Still+image166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600967704407938" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbng6Dmb5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/u2RdzRQZVFs/s320/Still+image167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600971999375250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's been asking me to accompany her to the movies again. She's getting addicted to movies man. This time, its Indiana Jones, something of the something something. I suggested that she ask Father to tag along and it seems like Dad has agree to it. Wahsey! Dating ey. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna change my handphone. Lately, it's been having a lot of moodswings. Whats up with that, I don't have a clue. It keeps on turning off by itself and sometimes even refuse to turn on. Mintak kene campak masok longkang sebelah rumah! It gets me so frustrated at times that I even feel like crying. Speaking of frustration, it reminds me of bio-it test. Woah, that test really test my patience. Its so frustrating trying to learn how to use excel. I already feel like a computer idiot and that test makes me feel even worse. That 1 hour of test really makes me feel like crying. Whatever it is, it's over as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test's are coming up. I'm trying my hard to score for my common test. Hardcore mugging will be done, errrrrrrr, I hope so. Hehe. Revising have to start now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh by the way, my aunt and cousins from KL will be coming to Singapore for a visit. They will be arriving this Sunday, oh boy, I so can't wait. Too bad I can't join in for most of the activities that they plan due to my so called hardcore mugging. Urgh! I hate test or exams or projects or assignments. That's a lot of OR's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My essay is back! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;a picutre taken during cell bio lecture&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbmbqDmbxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2lPWSeC3yj0/s320/Still+image156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203599782293434130" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and one during NPSU FOC Camp which is sooo long ago&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbomKDmb6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/3y0LZo0GK8M/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203602161705316258" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-2709686586909491828?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2709686586909491828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2709686586909491828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-relief-iac-project-is-over-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDbmb6DmbyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PI_TNkDiWGU/s72-c/Still+image158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-6213531338481514638</id><published>2008-05-20T23:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:39:44.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dead beat right now. Lets see if I have the strength to type down an essay. Today's Jannah's birthday soooo lets wish her a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Sorry if the present me and Fatin bought you wasn't much but we hope you enjoy the birthday bash specially organised by 1F06. After school every Year 1 students have this some sort of telematch organised for us by the LSCT GL's. Overall, quite fun. Ok, I really have no strength to type any more words. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; pictures are not in order&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL6y2LKE6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/numS_zK7VRk/s320/P1010829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496271009059746" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL6zWLKE7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/RIsPtmEBytE/s320/P1010830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496279598994354" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL6zmLKE8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kvVWsY7k32M/s320/P1010831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496283893961666" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL6z2LKE9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6tf15vBdqiM/s320/P1010832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496288188928978" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL60GLKE-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/UmaYJJ6GAVY/s320/P1010833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496292483896290" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL5Y2LKExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/71_Qvqd3H-U/s320/P1010817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494724820833042" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL5ZGLKEyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8nvdSvdVf6k/s320/P1010818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494729115800354" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL5ZWLKEzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HhHGXmopOIo/s320/P1010819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494733410767666" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL5ZWLKE0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/KmiY4CcUGYA/s320/P1010821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494733410767682" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL282LKErI/AAAAAAAAADg/sfuHP2U242w/s320/P1010810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492044761240242" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL282LKEsI/AAAAAAAAADo/01HEclroPV8/s320/P1010811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492044761240258" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL29GLKEtI/AAAAAAAAADw/vIE5oQyaqN8/s320/P1010812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492049056207570" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL29WLKEuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6m4Ll5xT-qY/s320/P1010813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492053351174882" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL29WLKEvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cBcvQEU1zBw/s320/P1010815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202492053351174898" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-6213531338481514638?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/6213531338481514638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/6213531338481514638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-dead-beat-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SDL6y2LKE6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/numS_zK7VRk/s72-c/P1010829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-366198930033030623</id><published>2008-05-19T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:54:55.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, my day out with mummy. Only the two of us, mummy's daughter! If there is such a thing. We went to the cinema to catch a movie again! This time it's a horror movie not a love story. Sooo no tears there but definitely a lot of the looking through your fingers, shut your ears really tight and screaming here and there. Ok, I was the only one who did that, Mama was laughing!! Imagine, I've got to show Mama the difference between a comedy and a horror movie man. Almost everyone in the cinema were covering their eyes but Mama laughed at those parts. Haiyo! We went to watch the movie 'Congkak' anyway. Its definitely much more scarier then Jangan Pandang Belakang. My views of the movie: it's definitely scary. Mama's view of the movie: it's sooo funny! But you can't really trust our views since my mama doesn't know the difference between comedy and horror and I find every single horror movie terrifying cause I'm a super scaredy-cat. LoL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie head to cousin's house which is right next to my blk. Hoho! Ate tulang there. YUMMY!! But I have to bear the consequences later for eating too much of it. I had a splitting migraine, damn. Yeah, I can't eat too much of mutton. Heck, why does tulang comes from mutton not beef. Hehe. Ouh ok, I'll keep my post short for once !cause I'm sure readers are super tired of my essay cause I'm tired of writing one!&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368970jb8r0jny3z.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i change my blog song again. hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-366198930033030623?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/366198930033030623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/366198930033030623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-my-day-out-with-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8220684471552930768</id><published>2008-05-17T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T03:41:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got no idea why I'm always updating my blog in the middle of the night, at a time when my brain's no longer active. There's a lot of things that I wanna write but I've forgotten all of them. Lol. Yeah, it's weird when something happens and you tell yourself I'm gonna blog about this when I get home but eventually when you reach home, you're too busy with the 'at home' activities that you've forgotten everything. I feel so frustrated when this happens. Ouh, lets just blog and hopefully everything that I wanna blog will be blogged. This will be another super long post I guess, just bear with me, I'm gonna write an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm loving the song at my blog. When I first heard it, I wasn't quite addicted to it in fact I didn't even like it that much. Somehow, the tune is really addictive plus the lyrics just melts me. Its turning me into a gooey mess. Haha. Aww, someone dedicate this song to me quick and I'll love you for the rest of my life.&lt;img height="71" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369000qanxy26f7a.gif" width="56" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally tried the western food at canteen 4 just now. Ketinggalan zaman betol. I ate the chicken chop recommended by that apek, Farhan or Pehan. Ok, it was really good. Yum-yum. I shan't elaborate more on this section as it will cause my stomach to grumble which will eventually wake the whole household up. But still, Fatin's stomach will always win the award for the loudest grumble ever during lectures and I'm sure Jannah will agree wholeheartedly on this. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a short sleep when I reached home and I dreamt of the most mysterious dream ever. I don't know how to put it into words. It's just so mysterious. I dream of someone that I don't even know the name plus how this person looks like. He was there in my dreams talking to me. His voice, the most melodious I've ever heard of. It calms my soul and soothes my mind. So, Mr. Cinderella instead of living one side of his shoe, he leaves a voice in my head. Damn, I already forgot how he sounds like and even what we were talking about.Its that kind of dream whereby it doesn't stay permanently in your head.Ever had a weird dream like this before? They say every dream has its own meanings so what does this dream means? Mr. Cinderella is around the corner? HAHA! Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost half of my assignments are done. Just when I thought that I'm done with all my organic chemistry assignments, my lecturer decided to put up a new assignment on MeL today. Great man! I love assignments!! pfft* Tuesday, 20th May 2008, LSCT is having a FUNGames day or something like that lah. If I were to follow my heart, I'm likely to skip it. Nonsense man! It's such a waste of time. Furthermore it's till 7, I have my French class! Which brings me to another thing, I'm sooo gonna flop my French module. I haven't been doing my French Assignments and so far the only thing I remember from French class is "Bon jour! Je m'appelle Husna Fatinah." Yeah, that's all, how pathetic. I've gotta buck up and start revising my French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just feel like saying this, I miss my late grandfather. Well, actually I miss a lot of things and a lot of people. I was browsing through photo albums from when I was in primary school up till I'm in Secondary 4. Not only that, I found an album containing all my family photos from when I was a baby. I was never cute when I'm a baby. The oh-so-many fats sticking out from my bums, tummy and cheeks is such an ugly sight. Ok, this is like so random. Well, I think my essay's done. I want some cheesecake with a chocolatey taste! Where can I get one?&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369195adsuu9rgnl.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no photos to upload so my mini animations will do the honour of making this post a little bit colourful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-8220684471552930768?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8220684471552930768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8220684471552930768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-got-no-idea-why-im-always-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-554725251524987090</id><published>2008-05-15T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:01:23.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A horrible day it is, ok, not so. It's quite fun actually but what made it horrible is the cramps I'm having at my stomach. Vegetable betol. The day didn't start off really well, heavy rain. I was woken up by it, simply great. I was supposed to meet the makciks, Fatin and Tiara, at 11.30am at school but I ended up reaching at 2.15pm. Reason: stomach cramps plus home affairs. Plan was that we were to finish up our project but in the end I got so stress up, what with my stomach cramps and all, I told them that I wanna go watch a movie. Fatin was thinking the same too so guess what we did, instead of finishing our project up, we checked the showtimes for movies, decide on watching What Happens In Vegas and off we go. Hit canteen 1 first to have our so called lunch since it was already 4+. Damn, I still didn't get the chance to try out Canteen 4 western food and I heard that it's good. Hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happen In Vegas was a great movie. It was seriously funny and I simply love the actor. I was drooling through out the whole movie. Ashton Kutcher is superly duperly cute. Wahhh!!! I can't help it but go awwwww. Haha. Fatin seems to think the same too cause after the movie ended, we were both gushing on how cute Ashton Kutcher is. Ouh we watched at Jurong Point by the way. That movie helps relief stress by the amount of laughter we had but it certainly didn't help to relief the pain in my stomach. ADD ON ADELAH. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I'll fall sick only at night. Night times, my nose will suddenly be runny, cough here, cough there, head will feel really woozy. Morning sickness, I've heard of but Night Sickness, never! Next, e-learning week. I thought this week will be a more relaxing week but heck no, it's even more stressful. Lecturers are really taking this opportunity to pile up our workload till we can't even breath. There are different assignments that we have to do for lectures, practicals and tutorials. I thought there will be like one assignment for each module AND I was soooo wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Didi asking her out but she didn't even bother replying or calling me back. Nice one! Too busy for me now I guess. Well, good luck with your malay o's which is drawing nearer I suppose. I believe you'll be able to make it through with an A grade. Ouh yeah, I lost all my drivers when I upgrade my lappy. Luckily, all school work was saved, the drivers was saved too but my itchy hands deleted it. Stupid! So now, I'm like downloading all my drivers from Sony website which is like a lot! HAIYO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like my blog post looks more of like an essay. Agree? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-554725251524987090?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/554725251524987090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/554725251524987090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/horrible-day-it-is-ok-not-so.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8029662302298695371</id><published>2008-05-14T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:31:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sick. And there's no off days. Meet ups for projects have to go on. Assignments have to be completed. Have mercy on me please. I'm really sick but yeah, I'm most stubborn when I'm sick. Proof, it's 3.24am and I still refuse to go to sleep and I repeat again that I AM SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S I need a doctor. Period!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOOHOO!&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/4164148413938163391-8029662302298695371?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8029662302298695371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8029662302298695371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-7556526619132148244</id><published>2008-05-12T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:57:27.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199410955482174018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgEt2LKEkI/AAAAAAAAACo/FfEzWO1RXCY/s320/Still+image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199410964072108642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgEuWLKEmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VwYNmvO65bw/s320/Still+image145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199410959777141330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgEuGLKElI/AAAAAAAAACw/BAIdKUGQcnE/s320/Still+image146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199410964072108658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgEuWLKEnI/AAAAAAAAADA/81DjVxHEw98/s320/Still+image147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rate Ayat Ayat Cinta 5 stars out of 5 stars. Haha. It's really a good movie. Those who haven't watch it should go. Mama was crying through out the movie, ok, I admit I was crying too. Hehe! The movie was not so tragic but the plot, the frustration, the grief, it just bring tears. The most weird thing is after I went out of the cinema, I found out that my hair seems like as if I just had it permed. Weird! After the movie, Mama wanted to buy some groceries so we went to NTUC Fairprice to get our stuffs. I took the chance and bought my chocolates. Yes, my daily dose of chocolates. Toblerones, Milk Cadbury and Kinder Bueno's. YUM! We proceed to IMM after that and ate at Secret Recipe. The food there wasn't as good as last time. It's home sweet home after our meal. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be doing my Organic Chemistry report now but here I am updating my blog. Fatin's hard at work doing her research, yeah, she's just next to me. We're at the library near Jurong Point. Damn, my stomach's grumbling, since when it ever stops grumbling. LOL. We've been here for almost 4hours now. So far, revisions are going on well. Thanks to Fatin for helping me with my Stats. Now, if only I could drag her away from the library just for a while so I can have my so called lunch. Awww, I pity my stomach. Sorry baby, I'll fill you up in a while ok. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go eat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199411818770600578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgFgGLKEoI/AAAAAAAAADI/CUD0qe7hhtM/s320/Picture0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199411823065567890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgFgWLKEpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4rMx_7OGWjE/s320/Picture0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199411823065567906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgFgWLKEqI/AAAAAAAAADY/fT9YFGNOhu8/s320/Picture0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-7556526619132148244?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7556526619132148244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7556526619132148244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-rate-ayat-ayat-cinta-5-stars-out-of-5.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCgEt2LKEkI/AAAAAAAAACo/FfEzWO1RXCY/s72-c/Still+image142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-5140648777719941106</id><published>2008-05-11T11:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:22:17.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198967065777217746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCZxAEKbINI/AAAAAAAAACY/5I1WA4NBPB4/s320/Still+image140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198967065777217762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCZxAEKbIOI/AAAAAAAAACg/XZk5qpYRFT4/s320/P110508_02.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i look different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck with the song on my blog once again even though it's an old song, all thanks to Fatin, that makcik! Haha. She was singing in her own concert on Friday while we were waiting for Jannah and then bam! the song's stuck in my head. "I got this icebox where my heart use to be. la la la la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's outing with Mama and cousins was great!!! As stated in the previous post we really went out at 10.30pm. First stop, Mustaffa Centre, my mom wants to buy her stuff and since it's Mother's Day we follow suit lah. By the time all the four mummy's are done with their shopping, it's already close to 12md. Next stop, Bedok Eating Place. Eat eat eat eat eat eat eat! Cause I was super hungry. Last stop, home lah. We reached home at 2+ close to 3 and off to la la land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's plan. Celebrate mother's day. Father has already bought the cake. So I'm waiting for the time it will start. Mama surprised me, she bought me something really valuable. I was the one who's suppose to buy her a gift but it's the opposite. All I can say is thanks mama! You're the best and I love you dearly! Will be watching ayat-ayat cinta with Mama later on in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH BOY!! Tomorrow's e-learning week for me! I like it. Now, I can catch up with all my modules. YES YES YES! But there's still French Classes. Boohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-5140648777719941106?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5140648777719941106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5140648777719941106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-look-different-im-stuck-with-song-on.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCZxAEKbINI/AAAAAAAAACY/5I1WA4NBPB4/s72-c/Still+image140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-3902995631313383952</id><published>2008-05-10T16:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:10:36.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198688288039968962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVzdEKbIMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ECNcZwlq2Mg/s320/Still+image138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198685869973381202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVxQUKbIFI/AAAAAAAAABY/5wSxxzVIO3M/s320/Still+image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198685878563315842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVxQ0KbIII/AAAAAAAAABw/EURmmxCuBmA/s320/Still+image136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198685874268348514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVxQkKbIGI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qr1z75HR9_I/s320/Still+image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198685878563315826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVxQ0KbIHI/AAAAAAAAABo/RDFY-3mENfU/s320/Still+image133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198685882858283154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVxREKbIJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HZqu8x272jk/s320/Still+image134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198688283745001634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVzc0KbIKI/AAAAAAAAACA/GH130Pp3QyE/s320/hu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198688288039968946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVzdEKbILI/AAAAAAAAACI/kxo_fP0XEAU/s320/IMG00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't lying was I when I said I'll be busy the whole of last week. I didn't even have the time to update my blog and I hate that cause I don't want this blog to rot. It's funny how simply everything doesn't seem right to you but to some others your life is perfect. Well, workload is piling up and thats bringing me down like totally. I didnt get to see my niece and nephew's face this whole week cause I'm always home late and by that time, they already went back. I miss them terribly. They are always the one who will make any tough day, smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets get back on track. Tuesday, I had my french classes. It was fun pronouncing words that are supposedly to come from the bridge of your nose not your throat. Everytime the teacher show us how the word was supposed to be pronounce from the nose, Fizah and I will laugh our ass off. We kept on thinking of the P.Ramlee movie, Pendekar Bujang Lapok, you know thne BONGO part. LOL. French lessons end late on that day. We were release at around 8.45 almost 9. I reached home around 10 and I still have to do assignments. Damn! On Wednesday, suppose to end at 5 but the whole class finished our chemistry practical late, in the end class ends at around 5.30. I accompanied Jannah to get her contact lens for at co-op then I went home. I hate Wednesdays basically because on Wednesday the day seems to drag. It makes me feel so restless and frustrated. Thursday, I had my volleyball cca. It was damn fun. I met my primary school friend, Esther, there. Jannah, Esther and me played as a team. It was great. The not so great part, the cramps I had at my thigh plus my aching arms. Overall, everything's damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the day I look forward to because of the Freshmen Dance Party. Had fun walking around with Nadira, Shikin and the other Jannah. My thighs and arms were still aching, I couldn't dance that much. SAD! Still, at least able to move a little plus I was feeling a little feverish. Face felt really hot but I still had fun. I went to eat at McD at J.E interchange with Nadira and Farhan. Farhan left early though cause he's afraid he will miss the last 99 bus. So, I stayed with Nadira and chit chat with her. Saw someone over there. Two someone's actually. Seeing them reminds me of the past. The feeling that I got, I don't know what to say, its a mixed feeling. We used to be so close and yet the friendship ends just like that. Well, I reached home at 1.30am and its la la land already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like an ok week right? But hell, I feel that somethings just not right. Sure, I had fun and all BUT I don't know. Its weird when everythings going on fine but theres this little something at the back of your head troubling you. I DON'T LIKE OK. I know whats the problem but I don't know how to handle it. Skip this! Blogging about this brings me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is tomorrow. Going out with family later at 10.30pm. Yes, pm not am. Crazy man! HaHa. Tomorrow won't be able to follow Farhan and Imran to the army talk cause we have some kind of celebration for my MAMA!! I like. Hehe. Alright, seems like I talk too much and I wanna change my blogskin. Its getting dull. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-3902995631313383952?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3902995631313383952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3902995631313383952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wasnt-lying-was-i-when-i-said-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SCVzdEKbIMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ECNcZwlq2Mg/s72-c/Still+image138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-5584465986638959368</id><published>2008-05-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:57:25.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many things on my to-do list for this week. I'm soo gonna be busy again. Until all my projects are over, I'll always be busy. I'm hating the timings of the bus whenever I'm going to school early in the morning. It's never the same, today it will arrive at 7.55, tomorrow, 8.00, then it will be 8.10, then it won't be arriving at all until 8.25. Irritating ok. I don't know when the bus is arriving, I don't know what time I have to go out of my house by. Somedays, the bus is so early, I'll miss it and the next bus will be eons later which will always cause me to rush to first lesson. Somedays, it's so late that I'll be sitting at the bus stop like an idiot for the bus to come and that will cause me to rush for my first lesson as well. Stress oi!! Because of these buses, my stress level has increase. Ok, KIDDING! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun during break time today. Fatin, Jannah and me went to the library to watch videos. Jannah wanted to watch the Biography of Anne Frank which is a video cassette. Due to the arrival of VCD's and DVD's, we three are clueless on handling the VCR. Jannah just simply stare at the VCR player waiting for an opening to slide open like it does for CD's. It was really silly, she just sat there staring at the player. Fatin, on the other hand knows how to insert the cassette into the right slot but does not know how to eject it. I mistaken the power button for the eject button and we all can't even play the movie. We just sat there and take turns inserting the tape into the VCR, press the play button, wait, nothing happened, press the stop button and then eject. We did it over and over again until the end we decided that the cassette is spoil and it really is true. In the end, we had had enough of VCR's so we just watch Tarzan II DVD and that made our life easier. Say whale betol! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I;m going to the freshmen dance party this Friday, tickets have also been collected. Farhan's coming but Imran's not coming. I'm still persuading though. Hehe. Ouh, LMAO. I clever already uh. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-5584465986638959368?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5584465986638959368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5584465986638959368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-so-many-things-on-my-to-do-list.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8489613697192074947</id><published>2008-05-04T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:05:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be another week of school, to be exact, the 4th week of school. The way time flies scares me. I feel as if I don't have enough time to do everything. When I'm enjoying something, the time will fly like super fast and when it's something I hate, it's like time will purposely slow down. Take the weekends for example, it's already over so damn fast. Irritating ok. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the chance to watch a movie at the CINEMA, not at home ok. &lt;em&gt;kat rumah buat ape?? &lt;/em&gt;haha. So yeah, I went to the movies with Farhan and Imran. We watch Superhero Movie at Marina Square, I seriously feel it's a wrong choice, not the movie but the LOCATION. Superhero Movie should definitely change its rating to NC16 not PG. Haha. It's so obscene but super funny and lame which is what that made it sooo humourous. I swear the whole cinema was roaring with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to study with Didi. The day was full of bumps, I do not wish to elaborate but I hope everything's fine with Didi and Zacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for the army career talk and so did Farhan. Ouh, if it wasn't for being a good friend for Farhan or the free movie tickets, I wouldn't even bother. Farhan, you soo owe me one for accompanying you to this talk. What's the use of the movie tickets anyway? I'll just give it away. Like I did to my previous pair of free movie passes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces and fragments of my brain forms a dream so surreal that I don't wish to wake up from my sleep, hoping that the dream will go on and on to eternity. Yeah, a beautiful dream I had involving my future husband, Chris Brown dear. HAHAHA. So I really had a dream about him after listening to his tracks repeatedly before going to sleep last night, I got him stuck on to my head. What am I saying, he's always stuck on my head. Hehe. Ouh yeah the dream, I dreamt I went to a certain ball with Chris Brown as my date. I had on a beautiful, sparkly baby blue gown. I love the blue colour. Oh my, I sure did felt like I was a princess and Chris Brown was the prince charming. LOL. Oh shut up, I know most people will laugh their ass off reading this but I seriously had that dream. Aww, I wish it will have happen in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have a bad case of rashes just now morning at my thigh, I don't know what insect bite I had that made my thigh itch like hell. It still itch now. I seriously need a doctor!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, before I end my bedtime story, I just wanna say that I've finally learn what LMAO means. Whenever I read this word at anyone's profile or blogs, I'll go like &lt;em&gt;LMAO??? What's that? Lemau kan for keropok. Ape kene mengene eh?? &lt;/em&gt;Chey, now I know. LMAO!!! Hahahahaha. Good night beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst, someone treat me to Air Supply concert can?? Oh yes, I do listen to oldies plus sentimental too. So can can??     :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-8489613697192074947?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8489613697192074947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8489613697192074947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomorrow-will-be-another-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-5984849902623521091</id><published>2008-05-03T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:10:36.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No regrets for going to NPSU Dinner and Dance today or rather just now. Though there wasn't such a big turn out, it was still an enjoyable event considering my very super last minute decision to come. Yup, I decided to go just one day before the actual event. Haha. Anyway, such a great grand prize for the lucky draw, too bad it wasn't my luck that day. Still, congratulations to the guy who got that prize. Give me can??? Haha. Move off from the place at around 11+ close to 12. Me and Imran thought we will be able to catch the last train home, but boo we missed it. In the end we still take the cab back home and since I live in Jurong East and he lives in Jurong West, we took the same cab home. Imran paid for the cab fares first, THANKS BESTIE!! Ouh,  I've got to remember to pay him back. Haha. Ok. I'm super tired. Pictures will be uploaded at friendster soon, so, do visit my friendster for the pics!! Good night. Bonne Nuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-5984849902623521091?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5984849902623521091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5984849902623521091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-regrets-for-going-to-npsu-dinner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-3263162144592088587</id><published>2008-05-01T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:44:00.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Judging by the lack of updates, you should be able to guess what kind of week I had. Hell yeah, I was damn busy. I'm getting use to this busy life, one whereby I don't even have time for myself. *pfft* Mid-year exams for the secondary school students begins tomorrow for Hong Kah Secondary, I wish Didi luck for her exams. Pass it with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for squash trials last Monday and my final decision, squash isn't my cup of tea. I don't know, it was just super boring for me. Monday, was a very long day for me. Everything wasn't going right. Something was missing. Maybe it was stolen away by that Monday's blue bug. Damn you blue bug. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I went for volleyball training. Decided to switch from squash to volleyball. The training was super tiring I tell you but it was fun. Oh and yeah, I skipped French class on that day. I wanted to see what volleyball is like, after this, no more skipping of French class for me. French is fun. I love it. Still holding on to my dreams of going on a honeymoon to Paris. What the heck, I don't even have a boyfriend. Hahaha. It's not wrong to dream right? But, this is one dream that I want it to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I already feel kind of heavy on that morning but I still went to school. I wasn't my usual self either. Sorry Jannah, I messed up our chemistry experiment. Yeah, I wasn't in my right mind. I thought of staying back with my classmates to study my biostatistics but I couldn't stand it anymore, I decided to just go home. Luckily, Farhan was still at school so he accompanied me to Jurong Point, have to meet my Mom to buy birthday presents. Thanks friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to go to my cousins birthday party but due to a certain virus that has entered my body, I didn't have the energy to get up and go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Birthday, my darling nephew, Rusyaidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195311688796939650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBl0dHwtJYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rXFCZ23TixI/s320/Rusyaidi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Ayie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-3263162144592088587?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3263162144592088587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3263162144592088587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/05/judging-by-lack-of-updates-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBl0dHwtJYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rXFCZ23TixI/s72-c/Rusyaidi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-2006143053514364370</id><published>2008-04-27T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:16:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 3am in the morning and I can't sleep, most probably cause I'm afraid to sleep. Yup, weird as it it, it's true. Yesterday, I had this dream not a nightmare cause I don't consider it as one. It's about this couple who have to separate cause one is migrating to somewhere. Oh my god, it's such a sad thing, I almost cry during sleep. LOL. What a lame reason for not going to sleep ey but it's true. I don't want to have such dreams anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments all done, now I have the rest of the weekend to myself. Super yeah yeah bida boda doo. Oh man, I didn't follow Mama to her photoshoot just now cause I woke up late, of course what other reasons could there be but I met up with Mama and sister after that. We went shopping. Yeah yeah bala bala loo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, there's this craze on computer games eversince I don't know when but it's definitely long long time ago. Everytime I saw anyone playing computer games, I'll feel so jealous cause it looks like fun and I wanna try playing computer games too but err, I'm an IDIOT at it. SERIOUSLY! Anyone care to teach me? Please show this computer idiot how to play computer games. Mostly, I've heard of counter strike and dota. What the heck is that? Show me please nice people. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, blogged enough, eyes drooping, brain's shutting down, yawned for the thousanth time. Mimpi pon mimpilah, aku dah ngantok! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-2006143053514364370?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2006143053514364370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2006143053514364370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-3am-in-morning-and-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-4816192499880298314</id><published>2008-04-25T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:17:54.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193199389521028386" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBHzVHwtJSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/phEyTLkNLbY/s320/IMG00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193199441060635954" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBHzYHwtJTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kwuf-bjyPm0/s320/IMG00003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193199445355603266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBHzYXwtJUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w5Y7qmNwF8g/s320/IMG00015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193199458240505186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBHzZHwtJWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Z3sK5lB__Is/s320/IMG00022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193199453945537874" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBHzY3wtJVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wOJtWneJHOw/s320/Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193204092510217586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBH3m3wtJXI/AAAAAAAAABE/dCdeaqbQ2L0/s320/IMG00023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise that my blog is so plain with very litte pictures so i decided to post some pictures taken in class just now using webcams. Class was super boring today probably because it IAC/IS class. I stoned throughout the whole 4 hours. While the lecturer talk, my brain's going LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA and my stomach's going AKU LAPA AKU LAPA AKU LAPA AKU LAPA! ( AKU LAPA=I'M HUNGRY) Mind's in la la land and stomach's throwing tantrum, so tell me how was I suppose to concentrate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like following Mama to her photoshoot tomorrow, yeah yeah, my mom the Singapore Next Top Model. Chey. The thing is that if I want to follow her, I have to wake up early which I definitely don't want to. It's the weekend, who wants to wake up early in the morning. You? I don't think so. We'll see how things go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Weekends! I've been waiting for you to come!! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Erm, can Ngee Ann build travellators all over campus?? Good idea ey! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-4816192499880298314?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/4816192499880298314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/4816192499880298314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-realise-that-my-blog-is-so-plain.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/SBHzVHwtJSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/phEyTLkNLbY/s72-c/IMG00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-7559069455338004738</id><published>2008-04-23T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:42:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was shocked when I got to know from some of my new friends in Ngee Ann that their first impression on me was, 'this girl is a &lt;em&gt;MINAH&lt;/em&gt;.' Can you imagine that? Gosh, whoever who calls me a &lt;em&gt;Minah&lt;/em&gt; is such an insult to me. Dey, I don't dress like a &lt;em&gt;Minah&lt;/em&gt;, I don't talk like one, I don't walk like one and I don't act like one. I never wanna be one either. Ok, that's one. Some say I'm very arrogant which is quite an insult to me too. I'm not arrogant. Yes, I do have the arrogant face when I'm not smiling but you don't expect me to go around with a smile always right?? (Gile kepe?) Haiyo, don't judge me by the cover man. There's more to me that you guys need to know before making judgement! Ok, that's all. One special post to highlight to anyone who reads my blog that I'm not a &lt;em&gt;Minah&lt;/em&gt; and I'm not arrogant too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-7559069455338004738?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7559069455338004738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7559069455338004738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-shocked-when-i-got-to-know-from.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-5099340719785605140</id><published>2008-04-21T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:38:07.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a little time to update this blog now, just a few minutes cause I've got to continue my research in a while. Well, I haven't been updating this blog properly so I'm using this few minutes of free time that I have to do a full update. Let's rewind everything back to the first week of school cause I didn't update much about it. Alright, highlight of that first week was I got lost quite a few times. Yeah, I didnt think that I'll get lost but eventually I did for several times. I find myself stranded at a different Lecture Theatre then the one I'm supposed to be at. So, you can imagine how embarassed I was. Hah! Don't even go there. That was for the first few days, for the rest of the days, I make sure that I'll meet up with some of my classmates before going to the classes. Yeah, big laugh. HOHO! First week was pretty confusing for me but it did went alright, it wasn't exactly hell but it wasn't heavenly either. Weekends seems to pass by really really fast then usual. And like I've written at one of the previous post, I don't favour the huge campus. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday barbeque with family was super fun. I love the Taekwando performance made by the kids. It was so damn cute and they all can do splits! Hah! I can't even do a stretch. Then it was breaking planks of wood time. Imagine, small, cute around 6 years old kids breaking planks of wood, oh my, great skills there. My cousin was superb when he did the split, I've gotta ask him to teach me next time. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, Happy belated 18th birthday to Izzat and Happy belated 17th birthday to Hid. And to Hid sorry, I couldn't come down to celebrate your birthday with the rest of apple pi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, guess what, my contact lens degree has increases. I went for an eye check-up last Sunday and I got to know that my degree has increase. It's freaking me out. Will I eventually go blind one day?? Damn, and if my degree keeps on increasing, will there be spectacles made to match my degree? Gosh, I ask a lot of weird questions. I told you I tend to worry over things that doesn't even cross other's minds. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Earth Day and I'm gonna give my upmost support to Mother Earth. I'm going green tomorrow. Haha. In fact, the whole of my class is going green tomorrow. We love Earth, afterall its God creation, I wanna do my part to keep God's creation beautiful and save it at the same time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dang! I gotta do my Biostatistics homework, and the dangest(???) thing about it is that I don't understand the module at all. DANG! Heh! Alright, I think I'm done with my full report. Haha. Back to research!! &lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369176i664wis02c.gif" width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-5099340719785605140?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5099340719785605140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/5099340719785605140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-little-time-to-update-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-2751500768369069738</id><published>2008-04-21T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:22:17.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend's over. It went really fast. I'm still not over my exhaustion from the first week of school. Dang! It has been a busy week till I don't even have the time to update this blog. Its only the first week and we already have projects. Damn, poly's tougher then what I had expected or maybe I'm still not adjusted to it yet. Ok. I need to go to sleep. Sorry for such a short update. Will update a full strength report when I have the time. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm hurt. I have always been there listening to your love problems and giving you advices and not even once did I complain and you say I don't give a damn. I know how to be a friend and friends don't neglect others in time of needs. I'm not neglecting you but I'm busy with school as well. I feel so hurt that what I've been doing to help all this while wasn't appreciated. I'm your friend still and I'm never gonna make this matter drag. Its forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-2751500768369069738?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2751500768369069738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2751500768369069738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekends-over.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8917120975241991217</id><published>2008-04-14T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:30:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school. It was ok I guess. It wasn't so bad, in fact I find it quite fun. I think I'll be choosing squash as my cca cause tennis is too expensive, my parents won't be able to afford it, so, next best choice..squash. The lectures were fine but what's not fine is the temperature of the room. It's too cold and I was wearing long sleeve and jeans just now and it's still cold. I went to the Welcome Tea for Hong Kah students just now and guess what, I won the grand prize in the lucky draw. Haha. I won two movie tickets or vouchers whatever it is, all I know is I get to go watch a movie for free. Anyone wanna go watch movie for free with me? I got one extra ticket. Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-8917120975241991217?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8917120975241991217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8917120975241991217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-6605529300486701806</id><published>2008-04-13T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:01:52.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's starting tomorrow. *sad face* + *happy face* I'm both excited and sad. Excited cause it's a new beginning, sad cause no more late nights or late mornings. I hope my first day in poly will be great. I don't want a lousy start. I hope everything's ready for tomorrow. Gosh, I'm nervous. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now cause I just cleaned up my room plus I'm hungry and I'm craving for spaghetti! But where am I gonna find spaghetti at this hour. Err, I guess today's entry will be a short one cause I'm tired plus I wanna go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Wish me luck for my first day of school ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-6605529300486701806?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/6605529300486701806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/6605529300486701806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/schools-starting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-3145056185365609441</id><published>2008-04-11T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:34:50.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/R_-R5d0Me8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSGNnBCAQbs/s1600-h/Still+image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188025712196221890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/R_-R5d0Me8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSGNnBCAQbs/s200/Still+image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so happy with the news that I just received from my cousin. It turns out that she's two months pregnant with her 3rd child. Yeah, a baby is coming. I'm surrounded with babies and I'm totally loving it. Babies are damn cute and I definitely want one of my own when I'm married. Wow, future all planned out uh. Haha! Well whatever it is, I LOVE BABIES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me when I needed you the most, you left me to fend for myself during my most crucial times. You kicked me out of your life. I felt so humiliated with the way you treat me when you no longer want me. Now, you came back and ask for a chance. All I can say is the doors of my heart has been close for you. Sure, I forgive you for the past and I really do. The wounds in my heart have fully healed but the scars remain. I'm sorry but I really can't accept you back into my life. Let us be the past and move on with your life. I never hold any grudges against you for whatever that you've done towards me and I never will. We will be friends but not more than that. I'm sorry but the story of us is over. I'll pray for the best for you. I hope for the best girl to be your companion. I'm sorry. Goodbye. Take Care. I wish you luck for your future. If you have any problems in life, I'll always be here to listen and help in anyway I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song in my blog is dedicated for a certain someone though you never read my blog and you don't even know my blog address. Still, I'll like to dedicate it to you. Haha! It suits so much what I wanna say to you last time but didn't have the chance to. The lies, hah, I'm stupid not to be able to see all of it. But the same goes for you, no hard feelings there, no grudges either. I'm never gonna be with you again either. It's over and its all in the past, all I'm looking forward to now is the future. We'll all move on together and not be remind of this again. I wish you luck too and I'll pray that you'll return to the right way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in a few days time and I'm scared. It might sound foolish and childish but I really am scared. I don't know what to expect from poly life. I don't know what's gonna happen in this 3 years of education. I don't have anyone of experience to guide me through and I've got to do things on my own. I'm scared I will flop everything. I'm not saying that I'm not independent, I can pretty much do things on my own but what if I screw things up. I can be really stupid, silly, naive, gullible and so much more at times and there's no one to point it out to me. During secondary, the teachers were the one who'll point out to me my mistakes. I don't expect the lecturers to do the same now with the number of students they're handling. Not only that, I used to have my best friend there with me. Sometimes, she was the one who told me my mistakes and also give me advices or help to improve myself. Well, she's also the one who stood up for me in any trouble that I have, now who's gonna do that for me. It's scary when I think of it. But I'm still glad I'll be able to lean on to her if anything goes wrong. I'M STILL SCARED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-3145056185365609441?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3145056185365609441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3145056185365609441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-nephew-im-so-happy-with-news-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_KJ-xlK1NvgA/R_-R5d0Me8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSGNnBCAQbs/s72-c/Still+image059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-3547742682894479300</id><published>2008-04-10T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:54:47.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="i'm a gemini" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_gemini_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'm the most irresistible. Haha. I was surfing the net, doing some quiz and surveys and I come across this. The first sentence made me laugh. I agree with the ' love is one of a kind ' sentence. I do feel that love is one of a kind. I don't agree with the ' loud ' part. I'm very shy not loud. I'll only be loud with people I'm close with for those who're not I'll be really shy. The rest I can't really say much but I'm IRRESISTIBLE. Beware people you won't be able to resist me. HAHA! Like real only. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Didi at her home just now. It seems that she's recovering real quick and I'm glad for that. She's very frustrated by all the food restrictions that her mother had laid out. Too bad dearest, you have to follow it in order to get well no matter how much you're craving for pizza. Rest assure, I'll definitely treat you to pizza when you've fully recover and when all the restrictions have been lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While blogging I'm watching Hindi movies. Yeah, I do watch Hindi movies, I think every girl does. I just love Hindi movies, they're very sweet. Haha. Ok, enough of all this lovey dovey stuffs. I wanna continue my late night movie session. Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-3547742682894479300?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3547742682894479300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/3547742682894479300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooh-im-most-irresistible.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-6491249500843752675</id><published>2008-04-08T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:23:53.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of people have been saying that I've gone MIA, the only thing I've got to say is I'm sorry but I'm pretty much caught up with a lot of things lately. I will meet all of you people up when I'm free and settle everything that I'm caught up with right now. Oh yeah, messages and calls that I never return, I'm so sorry too, so damn sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an outing plan for Perseus and Apple Pi this Saturday but I'm super damn tired to join in plus there's a birthday party going on on that day. Its my dearest niece 4th birthday and I'm not gonna miss it for anything. She's my precious little girl. Perseus also did plan an outing this Thursday but I'm already booked by friends on that day and also Friday. I'm caught in between! *oh my god*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ngee Ann to buy our lab coats and goggles. The goggles crack me up like hell. I look so silly wearing it but I like the fact that I look silly. Haha! We went to Bugis next to buy some tops and then I met my Mama up for dinner at Jurong Point. Mama bought me a new bag. Yay! Hees. I sound like a spoilt pampered brat but I'm not ok. I repeat, I'M NOT and I'll strangle anyone who dares to differ. Huhu! &lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/687/687657tjeez4a46v.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-6491249500843752675?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/6491249500843752675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/6491249500843752675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/lot-of-people-have-been-saying-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-2073892830598174419</id><published>2008-04-07T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:24:54.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentosa and barbeque with my 4D was super duper great. Firstly, Sentosa with the whole FOC, damn great though I'm not that favourable of the dark tanned skin it leaves me. Huu! I went off around 3.30pm, went home to get the barbeque stuffs and off to Marie's condominium. My 4D, my precious classmates, I'm so glad most of you are in Ngee Ann as well. I seriously had fun with them. I was the first to begin eating and the last one to stop. Haha! Planning to go to the gym wih some of them this coming Saturday, most probably the gym at the new Jurong West Sports Complex. Like understand understood only wanna go gym uh. Huhu! Anyway short entry for today, I've got something else to do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sorry Farhan, I woke up late just now and couldn't accompany you to NP. Will make up to you someday. Really damn sorry. Forgive me please. And to Ayie for not being able to meet up with you today. Next time ok. So sorry my friends. Forgive me ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-2073892830598174419?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2073892830598174419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/2073892830598174419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/sentosa-and-barbeque-with-my-4d-was.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-1944411450012081743</id><published>2008-04-05T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:56:15.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe it, I just spent yesterday night at a hospital. No, I wasn't the one being admitted. Didi was the one who's admitted to NUH due to appendicitis. She was admitted on Wednesday while I was in camp so I know nothing about it. On Thursday when I came back home, I was sick and most calls or messages were ignored so I still haven't got any idea not till Friday. I received a call from her mom and she told me that Didi was in the hospital. I rushed there as fast as I could. I was already feeling bad for not being able to be there for her during her operation. The least that I could do is stay for the night to take care of her. I took over her mom's job for the night so that her mom could rest for a day. There was a problem though,  I must be a relative or somehow related to her for me to be allow to stay for the night. So Didi told the nurse that I was her older sister and the funniest thing is that the nurse believe her. It was a big laugh for us cause we look so totally different. Haha. Ok enough of that, I'm glad she's already been discharged and perfectly fine at home. Now, I look like a total zombie, puffy eyes, dark circles. Whoa, I haven't been sleeping well eversince I got back from camp and I'm dead beat now. I'm so tired that I don't even feel like going to the Sentosa's outing or the barbeque tomorrow but I don't wanna miss out on the fun. We'll see how it goes tomorrow then. Oh dear body, please stay alive for at least one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S//Sorry for the broken or poor English, I'm too tired already. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-1944411450012081743?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1944411450012081743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/1944411450012081743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-couldnt-believe-it-i-just-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-471259846923130910</id><published>2008-04-03T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:40:56.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from LSCT  camp much earlier than I should be. I'm suppose to return home tomorrow but I booked out today instead cause I wasn't feeling well. :( On Wednesday night, I felt giddy and nauseaus. I thought everything will be fine by this morning but there was no difference so I decided to just went home rather than I be a burden for the GL's. Reached home and take my medicines(urgh). I was forced to by Mama. Oh, how much I hate to take my medications when I'm sick even if I'm crawling around in pain. Yup, I am stubborn headed. Heesh. Anyway, I'm feeling better now and no matter how much I hate to say this, thanks to the medications! Huuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two events are coming up and both on the same day I might add. *slaps forehed* This Sunday, there's an outing to Sentosa for everyone who has attended FOC 08/09. That will be in the morning, night there's a barbeque going on at Marie's place with my fellow 4D's. Ouh, how I miss you guys. I absolutely can't wait to meet up with you guys. So it will be quite a rush here and rush there day for me. My contributions for that barbeque will be SATAY ok guys!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway during LSCT camp when I walk around the overly large campus I can't help but miss NPSU FOC 08/09. The only camp that really touch my heart. Huhu! Yup, I miss them all from my fellow freshies to GL's to DH's to crews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-471259846923130910?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/471259846923130910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/471259846923130910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back-from-lsct-camp-much-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-8865841347603065141</id><published>2008-04-02T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:23:51.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's 2am in the morning, I'm suppose to be sleeping and get sufficient rest so that I'll not be tired for LSCT camp but the movie I was watching just ended and I decided to blog for a while before heading off to bed. I was watching the movie "A Walk To Remember" again. Damn, what an old movie huh. It was a very good movie though, definitely worth of my time watching it even if it means in the middle of the night. Heeesh. Guess I'm the sentimental type of girl then. I just love the part in the movie where Shane West read the poem to Mandy Moore, awwww, it was such a sweet poem. And I'll do the honour of posting the poem up on my blog for everyone to read out to their partners. Haha. Ok here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is always patient and kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is never jealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is never boastful nor conceited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is never rude or selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It does not take a fence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it is not resentful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love takes no pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other people sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But delights in the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is always ready to excuse,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To trust, to hope and to endure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever comes&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/4164148413938163391-8865841347603065141?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8865841347603065141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/8865841347603065141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-its-2am-in-morning-im-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-872107943388016936</id><published>2008-03-31T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:22:01.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another camp is coming up, LSCT camp. I'm still exhausted from the previous camp and yet I have to get myself energise again for the next camp. Just by the mere thought of attending another camp in a few days time is exhausting me. Gosh, I just remember, I'm still not done packing my bag for camp AGAIN! HAH! Enough about camps, moving on to today's update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays actual plan: meet up with bestfriend Imran, Fhadil, Farhan and Hashim to play bowling. Plan was delayed though cause my dearest darling "bestest" friend whom I already treat as my sister was sick. Since her boyfriend was not free today to pick her up from school, I fetched her home. After sending her home then I went to meet the guys up. Spent the whole day with them, camwhore here and there like stupid fools, erm, but that was only me I guess. Next outing plans, erm, karaoke guys?? Haha. Me karaoke?? Gosh, I hope the frogs won't feel insulted. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I really wanted to blog about today is the question that my friend suddenly asked me. "Na, define love." I told him I don't know but throughout the rest of the time when we were hanging out at Jurong West area, that question kept on repeating in my mind. Hah! How does one define love. What is love? I don't think I've been in love cause if I am I would have last forever with my ex-boyfriend's. Breaking up just show that the relationship was base on puppy love. I sometimes wonder what it really feels like to love and be loved by someone special. The true meaning of love and what does it do to one's life. Hmm, guess I'll just have to be patient and wait for my prince charming to come and sweep me off my feet. Hehe! A girl can dream can't she. Anyway this is just a random thought, not something that I ponder at everyday. Whoa, if that was really the case, I'll probably be in IMH right now. :P Ok, till the next update then. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-872107943388016936?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/872107943388016936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/872107943388016936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-camp-is-coming-up-lsct-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164148413938163391.post-7608490424713448776</id><published>2008-03-30T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:32:41.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp. Miss me people. Heee. An update on how my camp went. Camp was what can I say super duper fun lah. It was so far the best camp I've been to. Erm, though it was one of the most tiring but it was the best. Kudos to all the camp organisers, crews, GL's and DH's. Sorry for the short update. I'm still tired. Will update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4164148413938163391-7608490424713448776?l=circleapples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7608490424713448776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4164148413938163391/posts/default/7608490424713448776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleapples.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>husna fatinah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
