<?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-18341936</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:05:23.375+08:00</updated><category term='syg'/><title type='text'>just sue's space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>651</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6488332246019116932</id><published>2009-12-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:17:11.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcements!</title><content type='html'>Excuse me, I have tumblr now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sue-haila.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is user friendly, time friendly and not as leceh as blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but, if I have the need to ber-leteh more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find this&amp;nbsp;veteran of mine to nag about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6488332246019116932?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6488332246019116932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6488332246019116932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6488332246019116932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6488332246019116932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/announcements.html' title='Announcements!'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-8915306002356904503</id><published>2009-12-10T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:35:35.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best friend ku just came home from KL this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going there again next week with the family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in 3 weeks time, going back there with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rase die tak jelak la gi KL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-8915306002356904503?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8915306002356904503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=8915306002356904503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8915306002356904503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8915306002356904503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-friend-ku-just-came-home-from-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1765701399889398662</id><published>2009-12-01T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:58:30.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the someone, embrace the past</title><content type='html'>Today, I am feeling lovey dovey, thks to my beautiful boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some tweets from a few acquantainces (is that how you spell it?) and the words 'break' and 'past'&amp;nbsp;inspired me for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a past. It can be good or bad or in some cases, worst past you can ever imagine. So the one you love happens to be the one who has the bad or worst past, will you still accept him or her? If you do, I would say your heart is beautiful and strong BUT depends on how your reaction is while in the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, if you love that someone, embrace the past that he or she used to have, not&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;'ganyah die dengan lebih cili.'&lt;/em&gt; What I meant by this phrase means, don't bloody hell bring up all the stuff he or she&amp;nbsp;has done before they were with you. This always happens in a bad, really bad fight, when you don't think what you say will hurt the other party more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will in fact make you feel horrible, because I used to be the one who got screamed at by my past and I used to be the person that screamed at the other party for their past. After all that is done, its both parties that are hurt in the end. N believe me, these 2 reasons are the roots&amp;nbsp;of failure for my previous relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, embrace him or her with their shortcomings and faults, and their past. Love them for who they are. Don't let their history affect you because we are only human. We make wrong choices through some paths throughout our life. If they are willing to change for the better and not repeat their mistakes, then stop all the 'ungkit-ungkit' nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are hurting yourself and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1765701399889398662?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1765701399889398662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1765701399889398662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1765701399889398662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1765701399889398662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-someone-embrace-past.html' title='Love the someone, embrace the past'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3078020854550616828</id><published>2009-11-23T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:12:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Society says..</title><content type='html'>This phrase, "In the eyes of the Society."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having this conversation with my sister, okay, more of a debate going to be a quarrel thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thin is beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who says that? Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if Society say, eating shit is a cool thing, why don't everyone of us do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all the biggest problem with this society thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe that an individual has their own choices and their intellectual mind to vary what is right and wrong, create their own beliefs from how they see the world and their upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are people stereotyping by what the society say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the thin is beautiful topic, why can't it be fat is beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen lots of people who are fat but they are beautiful, physically. I can name tons already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though they are fat, they are the most secure and confident&amp;nbsp;people around themselves than the thin people who keeps saying "I need to lose weight. I'm fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you are so thin!! How can you say you are fat? Believe me, thin people are mostly insecure and keeps saying they are fat, because I used to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, fat people are the gerek-est people to hang out with because like I say, they feel secure and comfortable with themselves, that it is easy to joke around, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, kau nie gemok la.. Then, they will answer, Gemok2 tapi aku lawa and baik hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I truly agree. And trust me they won't take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you say that to thin people, they say, "Really???! Am i fat??" and they will panic and look at their bodies non-stop when they get home. Trust me, because I used to be one of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the gemok people I can name which have all the qualities, is my boyfriend. He is someone who is secure about himself and comfortable with how he look like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to defend myself, because I am not fat. Okay, a little fat. I am just, in malay terms, berisi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feel that it is time people try not to be narrow minded or have a one way mind about the stereotypes of society. Because if you do, you are the most dumbest person and with that kind of mindset, you have not seen or enjoy the wonders of the world in a different perspective. There is more to that, believe me, because I used to be one of those stereotypers but now, with an open mind, I see, hear and learn things about others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not just about the fat and thin, but those who were addicts, who had bad backgrounds or convicts or even gays or tranvestites or anything that society say is bad. People tend to criticise them and run away from them, but you go closer, you see lots of things the society never see and how baseless their assumptions are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3078020854550616828?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3078020854550616828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3078020854550616828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3078020854550616828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3078020854550616828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-society-says.html' title='What the Society says..'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-717407767635989462</id><published>2009-11-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:51:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I start on my DSE 20 pg report, I&amp;nbsp;just wanted&amp;nbsp;to blog about something. Randomly, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I could express my appreciation to someone special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, when I say special, you know whom I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my mom, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that special someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the moments that you have spent with me, making me laugh, bringing me to places to savour delicious food, and most of all, places where it held the utmost memories for us. I love the way you made me laugh, made me smile, made me blush and also, made me cry, out of happiness of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like it a lot that we don't quarrel as much, but when we do, it sounds so silly that we would say sorry at the end of the day. We are just matured adults in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the pretty necklace you bought me, and most of all, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SvgQL9oAjgI/AAAAAAAACzI/K6147_RO4LE/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SvgQL9oAjgI/AAAAAAAACzI/K6147_RO4LE/s320/DSC00045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-717407767635989462?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/717407767635989462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=717407767635989462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/717407767635989462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/717407767635989462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-i-start-on-my-dse-20-pg-report-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SvgQL9oAjgI/AAAAAAAACzI/K6147_RO4LE/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5738567761633744803</id><published>2009-10-19T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:54:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised the blog has not been updated for almost a month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should start updating it regularly soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame assignments okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, I am left with DCE Assignment 2, DSE Assignment 2 and Anchored Instruction left to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I am free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thereafter, I will slowly try to update this blog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5738567761633744803?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5738567761633744803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5738567761633744803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5738567761633744803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5738567761633744803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-realised-blog-has-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5126161213952201516</id><published>2009-09-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:07:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sr47xEdp81I/AAAAAAAACyw/_Brndt6qRUo/s1600-h/P9202524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sr47xEdp81I/AAAAAAAACyw/_Brndt6qRUo/s320/P9202524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a week late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But better late than never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The maaf zahir and batin is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because my mulut laser. Confirm manyak orang sudah terguris hati nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5126161213952201516?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5126161213952201516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5126161213952201516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5126161213952201516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5126161213952201516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sr47xEdp81I/AAAAAAAACyw/_Brndt6qRUo/s72-c/P9202524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1310251197833884830</id><published>2009-08-30T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:53:36.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This semester of school, has been one hell of a ride, just at three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not even halfway the full ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 1 big rollercoaster, with lots of twist and turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my option cohort has been on honeymoon period for the last two semesters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting full load, actually overloaded, this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are like, water flowing from a running tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That exaggerated, that kind of simile I would use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's count okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking 7 modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On estimation, it's 2 assignment per module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have 14 assignments, minus 2 DSS, equals to 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 assignment minus 1 DUE and 1 DED equals to 10 assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is 10 assignments plus 2 science tests and 3, for DLK, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no!! the assignments are not due in September, but all in October and November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selang2 berape hari je!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how I am going to survive Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sudden, I received this email, from my lovely American professor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the one who calls me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Su-high-ler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an additional module, a follow-up from CELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUE 105!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Checks time: Dah start puasa ke belum??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dah start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, save the words for later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pressured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not stress, pressured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm starting on my DCS script for anchored instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bloody assignment is really wasting my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1310251197833884830?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1310251197833884830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1310251197833884830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1310251197833884830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1310251197833884830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-semester-of-school-has-been-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-9014937398570156933</id><published>2009-08-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:38:34.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_ymNTLqPzQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_ymNTLqPzQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, My beloved boy band new single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still &lt;i&gt;kental&lt;/i&gt; in my own ways at 22.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listening to their songs, so that I would be so blue for being unable to go for their performance at the F1 race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-9014937398570156933?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9014937398570156933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=9014937398570156933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/9014937398570156933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/9014937398570156933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-my-beloved-boy-band-new-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-442182444045964014</id><published>2009-08-29T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:20:10.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The colour, Red</title><content type='html'>I just don't get it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of fasting, I have come across blogs, twitters and facebook status which, for me, reads "SUMPAH-ORANG-LUAR-TAK-PERLU-TAU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls have this&amp;nbsp;privilege &lt;i&gt;(some regard it as privilege, me, I call it troublesome because I have to bayar balik!)&lt;/i&gt; to skip their fast during the Ramadan month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that I have been seeing mostly, "Red riding hood came by, miss red came, my menses came, I am in the red light district, etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is inappropriate to be telling the whole of the World Wide Web that you are not fasting because your menses came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to some, &lt;i&gt;"It's women's nature what! Common knowledge what!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, &lt;i&gt;"Sumpah tak tau malu what! Bilang satu dunia kau tak puasa!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-442182444045964014?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/442182444045964014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=442182444045964014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/442182444045964014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/442182444045964014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-dont-get-it-really.html' title='The colour, Red'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5243178566096382436</id><published>2009-08-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:10:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the boyfriend cut the hair today because he had to go for his refresher course tomorrow at Sembawang Camp. And another thing, when is he going to be called for his reservist ah?!? 10 years okay! I think by 10 years, anak dah 4 pun, bapak masih pergi reservist! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos,&amp;nbsp;the hair, yes.&amp;nbsp;His hair, but I am the one who is hurt. His hair was so long, even longer than mine and it was just 2 weeks ago when I did the cornrows for his hair. But now, its&amp;nbsp;gone. There is no more hair to give tender care and love to, no more hair to&amp;nbsp;tye up for and no more hair to belai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My boyfriend has this feminine look. Even when he had long hair and a goatee, it is a wonder why people always miss the goatee and say he is a lady. Trust me, we have been through situations where he has been addressed by 'Miss' or 'ma'am', even why I am beside him, holding on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when he has chopped his hair off, he looks like a butch. Ok I am mean, but really!! He even said this when he looked in the mirror, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My hair is like Khor Khai la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. What a wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying I don't like his hair, but I told him to chop his hair off, I mean, Number 2 at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer a botak boyfriend than an obvious-butchy boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i love you, very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdo8k99JI/AAAAAAAACyQ/4_nMtwxEDio/s1600-h/P8082408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdo8k99JI/AAAAAAAACyQ/4_nMtwxEDio/s320/P8082408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdqzs4gNI/AAAAAAAACyY/ML4_bbDToX0/s1600-h/P8082411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdqzs4gNI/AAAAAAAACyY/ML4_bbDToX0/s320/P8082411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdvBPU5OI/AAAAAAAACyg/AyJnEpE1eos/s1600-h/P8262452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdvBPU5OI/AAAAAAAACyg/AyJnEpE1eos/s320/P8262452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdzqShhbI/AAAAAAAACyo/qReglczlvrA/s1600-h/P8262454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdzqShhbI/AAAAAAAACyo/qReglczlvrA/s320/P8262454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5243178566096382436?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5243178566096382436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5243178566096382436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5243178566096382436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5243178566096382436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-boyfriend-cut-hair-today-because-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SpVdo8k99JI/AAAAAAAACyQ/4_nMtwxEDio/s72-c/P8082408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5500457664864146864</id><published>2009-08-25T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:17:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found that the new batch this year, basically all of them are taking 3 CS this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not soo fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come my batch had all this option to choose, A or C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am regretting not taking the other option, because this semester, I am not feeling the kick of being a student like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to major on 2 CS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder lah she said, "We are the last batch for the module. We are the cream of the crop. I feel very nostalgic, etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to do my project ideas which is due tomorrow, and I have next to none an idea on what I should be idea-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5500457664864146864?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5500457664864146864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5500457664864146864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5500457664864146864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5500457664864146864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-found-that-new-batch-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4540464382822660288</id><published>2009-08-23T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:55:07.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blogger dah semakin merapek la okay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The alignment all gone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aku tak paham la si bende ala nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sekejap okay, sekejap tak okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku stressed la okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, by the way, today I berbual melayu okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today feeling melayu, so berbual melayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On weekdays, I mean, school days, I switchd to English mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Korang berbual la melayu ngan I, I will balas you in english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My boyfriend knows best, even though sometimes die fed up that I would reply in English to his malay sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, today I berbual about hari Monday, last Monday la kirekan, bile I pergi ber-dating dengan best friend I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You all tau kan best friend I siapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kalau you tak tau, means you nie outdated or you first time baca blog I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Either way, I also don't care asalkan, I boleh blabber on this blog sudah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe &lt;em&gt;*ketawe mcm pompan mentel*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, back to the topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ape die eh.. Oh yes, berdating ngan best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, kita dua berjanji la berjumpa dekat Orchard Mrt Station. Rindu sangat, sampai jumpa je cium2, peluk2 sekali. Betul, I tak bedek!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, Orchard nie sekarang dah besar nak mampus. Banyak bangunan-bangunan tinggi yang tak perlu, sume die naik kan.. So instead of traffic jam, kat Orchard sekarang kita ade 'building jam'. So congested la okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So okay, Kite jalan punya jalan punya jalan, tembus sana sini, sekali kite dah sampai ke Wheelock place. Sekarang, tak payah la susah kite turun naik turun naik escalator, pusing punye pusing baru nak sampai Wheelock. Tembus je Ion dah sampai pun. Okay, kite pergi Wheelock, untuk Borders la. Nak beli buku punya pasal, beli la I one pencil case and the 'Frindle' book, which Miss Joan Netto Shek kite bace chapter per chapter every week. nak tunggu ending die, sampai hari raya tahun kedua pun tak abis. Betul tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekali, terserempak la dengan si kekasih best friend aku tu. Aduhai! malu2 kucing la si dua ekor tu. So shweet!! &lt;em&gt;*okay, kepala maintain eh*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selepas itu, si perut best friend aku nie berbunyi, mintak makanan la kononnya. So kite pergi la Pastamania since die mengidam pasta Aglio die. Kita tembus balik Ion go through Wisma and sekali, si best friend ternampak kedai si Pak Charles and Pak Keith. Die ternampak pulak si beg yang die nak gunakan untuk Raya. And beg die lawa la okay, price also reasonable. Siapa kata tak lawa?!?! So si gatal itu beli la beg raya nya. Beg die macam Chanel inspired punye bag la dengan a bit diamond diamond, you know. Sekali pandang, macam soooo spells bestfriend I punye taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After which, I pulak yang gatal nampak satu dress nie macam sungguh lawa selawa lawanya, so kite buang la duit kan, 35 dollahs!! At last, sampai rumah, ter-rai macam tak lawa pulak. Takpe la, bila ade feeling nak pakai, kita pakai la nanti ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, kita ade banyak punya banyak pit stop yang tak perlu, sampai a 10 minutes walk to Pastamania lasted us almost half an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah sampai pastamania, kite pulak yang makcik2 kepo nie berbual and berbual and berbual sampai makanan abis pun kite masih berbual. Okay la, I yang berbual banyak tapi si best friend pun melayan kan so I continue je la. Betul tak??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And OMG!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, salah, that is English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rewind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And YA ALLAH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sungguh sedap la si Prawn Aglio tu!! Sampai cili padi die pun aku ngap sekali! Tapi kan, tetap tak boleh lawan Badoque punye Chicken Sausage Pasta and Prawn salad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dabes kite punye 'makcik-makcik kepo punye session', si best friend pulak nak pergi toilet and mati mati nak toilet kat Heeren. After 123456 hours in the toilet (because we cam whored abit, okay, maybe alot, sampai battery camera I flat!), We went to check out the Fossil shop and she went to get her kekasih a wallet, which is very sleek yet simple. Price also reasonable okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah tengok punye tengok punya tengok, sekali ternampak si Mamat nie. I show you the Mamat at the end of the entry okay. Peluk, punye peluk punya peluk (jumpa mamat nie selalu kene peluk kalau jumpa.), ade ke patut die kata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Su, are you pregnant or are you just boncit?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh!! terima kasih banyak-banyak eh! nasib la I nie tak sensi-tip punya orang. Hello, baru makan okay and the dress is not making it any better. Sungguh aku nak buang dress yang tak flattering tu. Okay, NOT! dress tu lawa la! Murah pulak tu and from Bangkok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, dah berbual punye berbual, I pulak yang comment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Asal muka kau macam lain eh?? Is it the teeth? macam jongang sikit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haha! Bukan nya I nak&amp;nbsp;kenekan balek, tapi memang betul gigi die lain. Ish, tak tau pulak aku si mamat tu dah sensitive after all these years. Die terasa pulak. Sorry eh, sumpah tak sengaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, kite cakap Bye bye and blow flying kisses. Okay, the kisses part tu exaggeration la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then ingatkan nak balik, tapi aku nie si gatal nak pergi tengok pulak yang shopping centre baru tu yang kat Somerset. Buang masa je pergi situ. Takde paper. tapi turun naik escalator yang panjang tu pun jadi la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then baru la kite dua ekor nie balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, adalah waktu kite jalan2 tu, semangat la aku nie nak tgk movie ngan si best friend aku tu, tapi knowing I have class at 8.30am the next day, she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Dah, dah.. kite balik cepat.. before 9 kite sampai rumah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aah.. member sungguh confident. Kite sampai umah pukul 10 lebih. 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I am so going to explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea ke, Bangkok lagi ke, KL lagi ke, Sunway ke, Genting ke, Koh Samui ke (padehal plane crashed the day we go back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what my mom said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should consider changing my profession to an air stewardes, with the loss of maybe another 10 kg from my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-8900763168851550228?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8900763168851550228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=8900763168851550228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8900763168851550228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8900763168851550228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-loong-time.html' title='after a loong time..'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6599941720919779341</id><published>2009-07-08T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:23:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the reason why, sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SlQs_tz-GGI/AAAAAAAACxQ/d4hulppLh5U/s1600-h/P1140563-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355955329991317602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SlQs_tz-GGI/AAAAAAAACxQ/d4hulppLh5U/s320/P1140563-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Just because you can entertain all my nonsense, every single thing, I deemed as nonsense. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6599941720919779341?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6599941720919779341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6599941720919779341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6599941720919779341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6599941720919779341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-reason-why-sayang.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SlQs_tz-GGI/AAAAAAAACxQ/d4hulppLh5U/s72-c/P1140563-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7403748642088749065</id><published>2009-06-20T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:26:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For someone with a little faith in relationships,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is someone worth the wait and the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no more overseas trip for me, not even across the sea within the next year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am going to start saving for my dream trip, Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, die, I want to make my dreams come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7403748642088749065?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7403748642088749065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7403748642088749065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7403748642088749065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7403748642088749065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-someone-with-little-faith-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6764260071705588650</id><published>2009-06-10T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:38:10.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess, mess, mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really need to get my ass off the bed and my feet in the house instead of out, to clean up my room and the house these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because I know that I will have my mother screaming her lungs out and nagging and following my big butt around saying, &lt;em&gt;(sooner or later, latest by Friday afternoon i can gurantee.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Go and clean up your room and sweep the floor! Your 'future parents' are coming this weekend and the house is soooo dirty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, that was what she did when my boyfriend came over past few days. She shoo-ed me out of the house, asking me to stall for half an hour so she could clean the house up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ridiculous, YES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because the house was already clean but it wasn't good enough for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why must I have such a perfectionist mother?? &lt;em&gt;*sighs over the mess in my room*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the flying cockroach after 3 days, dead under the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught me a lesson to close my windows at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6764260071705588650?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6764260071705588650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6764260071705588650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6764260071705588650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6764260071705588650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/mess-mess-mess.html' title='Mess, mess, mess'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1520520505724119491</id><published>2009-06-09T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:20:30.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so mengidam-ing A &amp;amp; W since yesterday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHH! *bites fingers plus nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang.. or Mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johor or Kuala Lumpur??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1520520505724119491?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1520520505724119491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1520520505724119491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1520520505724119491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1520520505724119491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1820980688163940734</id><published>2009-06-09T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:39:53.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday dinner-sssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A frequent question I have been getting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sue, what present you want for your birthday?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The every same answer I gave, every single time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't want presents. Just take me for dinner okay?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, that should stop the questions coming to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year, I don't feel very present-y. I feel dinner-y, knowing myself, I love to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I only have myself to blame if I have a few more kilos added to my butt. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But hey, its the company that counts, not the monetary presents. Its good enough that you guys remember I turn a year older on the date every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1820980688163940734?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1820980688163940734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1820980688163940734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1820980688163940734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1820980688163940734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-dinner-sssss.html' title='Birthday dinner-sssss'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5020693618391377234</id><published>2009-06-06T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:46:32.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received my pre-birthday presents, without expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Suhaila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fetish for shoes. A HUGE FETISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would buy shoes, at least 2 pairs per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would seldom wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so  we went around Orchard and I went crazy when I look at those shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted them soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I had to wait for my pay which is in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking and looking, more geram and geram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sayang, just pick one. I'll pay for it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went giggling and smiling at myslf, happy at that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to pick one elegant wedge, which I can wear for work in 3 week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying on all those sizes, I saw a pretty slip-ons which was casual and comfy, and he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sayang.. Just pick what you like. I pay for it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU LAGI GEMBIRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have a few additions to the Shoe family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I worry so much about his pocket, I told him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sayang, treat this as my monetary birthday presents okay? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But I expect something with your personal touch on my birthday, can?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was argueing and argueing about it, but as usual, I won. I'm too stubborn, for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fine that I spend thousands for you, but its &lt;strong&gt;not fine&lt;/strong&gt; for me when you spend don't say thousands, but hundreds for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, was a beautiful birthday song at midnight from you. This year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5020693618391377234?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5020693618391377234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5020693618391377234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5020693618391377234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5020693618391377234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-received-my-pre-birthday-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-2987292890253433016</id><published>2009-06-02T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:22:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The "TEMBELANG FIGHT"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our outing had a very-basi aftermath, a week later. I received the email at night, and it was a pretty long email that I had to read 135173727862 times over. I mean, why now, after a week!! There was a terrible squabbling between so many people, among 10 of us. Then the surprise came, who was the "Pecah-Tembelang-er". I was more surprised, of all people. The quiet and nice one, with the story of lots of exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, everything is fine between us, besides the "Pecah-Tembelang-er". When school re-opens, I tell you, we are going to be famous and things are going to change into an awkward, weird situation. Unlike me, some are unwilling to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE CASE OF THE EX AND THE BESTFRIENDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOHGxJruI/AAAAAAAACxI/xS7d8Jy6jHc/s1600-h/P5282133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342762416927780578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOHGxJruI/AAAAAAAACxI/xS7d8Jy6jHc/s320/P5282133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOGzhfK-I/AAAAAAAACxA/qFgK5Kt5iQE/s1600-h/P5282134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342762411761806306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOGzhfK-I/AAAAAAAACxA/qFgK5Kt5iQE/s320/P5282134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOGnCGexI/AAAAAAAACw4/CgwyqQotqCU/s1600-h/P5282141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342762408408939282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOGnCGexI/AAAAAAAACw4/CgwyqQotqCU/s320/P5282141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOGq_hx_I/AAAAAAAACww/M1Ov2-taKXE/s1600-h/P5282142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342762409471887346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOGq_hx_I/AAAAAAAACww/M1Ov2-taKXE/s320/P5282142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOGX_AfQI/AAAAAAAACwo/CUfo06XEgAs/s1600-h/P5282143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVNIVjR1jI/AAAAAAAACwY/ezy3QOCYbwY/s1600-h/P5282134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We bestfriends planned days before to meet before she went to work. So knowing that, he decided to come along. He pleaded with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please tanye Mal. I know she may mind, but no harm asking what. Please, please."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Silly us made a bet whether Mal would mind him tagging along and thanks eh bestfriend! You made me lost that bet. So we pick her up and went bowling at Kallang. The duo was trying so hard to teach and make me throw the ball straight through the &lt;em&gt;whiteandblackthings&lt;/em&gt; but it always end up in the pit. Why do I always play with the best of the best?!?! Mal and Him was challenging scores with STRIKES, SPARES and TURKEYS! Mal, I think your "bowling skips" work wonders! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A trip down to Parkway for Pastamania before she goes off to work. And 26th June eh Mal! Don't forget my 'Jam Dinding' &lt;em&gt;(which I know my present is better than that)&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The DRIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I drove on the second day I got my license&lt;em&gt;(Believe me, I still am denial on that).&lt;/em&gt; Remember, I ould only drive an auto car. But NO!! I drove a Cheverolet Optra, manual. If you have no idea about this car, its an American car where their gears are haywire and the signals are on the right side instead of left. Luckily, I survived the day, with only ONE stall in the middle of a junction. So I was on the hot seat and my boyfriend was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SIR-besar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the day. Remind me, next time when I am driving, to put him inside the bonnet. Because he went &lt;em&gt;(screams actually),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sayang, you are going to hit the car!" *close his eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are killing the suspension!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Turn some more, turn some more!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Too near the car, sayang!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I get my license, tell me to shove it up in front of his face and tell him I am fine enough to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RESULTS of SURPRISES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I got a message from Estee yesterday afternoon that our results are out. I, of course, was not prepared for it at all. You see, this semester was a semester of slacks for me, with only 2 lectures per week, in which I attended 1 only for the whole semester. And most of it was assignment-based modules. Science exam was a killer with 100 MCQs and I did not study for the paper, instead I was entertaining &lt;em&gt;temporarycacat&lt;/em&gt; Fid with her plans. So with that, I was freaked out!! I took 15 minutes to calm myself down in front of the computer. And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TADAaaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An A and the rest, Bssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised? Yes! I can only offer thanks and praises to God. &lt;em&gt;alhamdullillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam nie, next semester tak belajar pun boleh pass ah. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-2987292890253433016?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2987292890253433016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=2987292890253433016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2987292890253433016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2987292890253433016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SiVOHGxJruI/AAAAAAAACxI/xS7d8Jy6jHc/s72-c/P5282133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7979568737756193108</id><published>2009-06-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:31:25.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must-to-be-Updated!</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TEMBELANG FIGHT! yes, TEMBELANG FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outing I labelled as: The case of the EX and the BESTFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DRIVE of the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the RESULTS of SURPRISES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EXPO expediture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the COLD, COLD SHOULDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all updated soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7979568737756193108?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7979568737756193108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7979568737756193108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7979568737756193108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7979568737756193108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-to-be-updated.html' title='Must-to-be-Updated!'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3205972534467371246</id><published>2009-05-27T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:54:19.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm driving tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Helo, no manual please. Now and forever, I am driving auto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your license is class 3 but u are driving class 3A. Only stupid people drive auto when they learn drive manual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what 16 demerit points turns you into, okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3205972534467371246?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3205972534467371246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3205972534467371246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3205972534467371246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3205972534467371246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-driving-tomorrow-i-told-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1623450856596487128</id><published>2009-05-26T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:23:16.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Ph-AT people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shv6-hMRt7I/AAAAAAAACv4/SOap6GNRnTU/s1600-h/P1140101-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137735146551218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shv6-hMRt7I/AAAAAAAACv4/SOap6GNRnTU/s320/P1140101-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are just two FAT people who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. is a happy couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. is stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. loves to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. loves to fight and quarrel over silly, trivial things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. loves each other very much, no matter how different our sizes were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1623450856596487128?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1623450856596487128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1623450856596487128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1623450856596487128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1623450856596487128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-ph-at-people.html' title='2 Ph-AT people'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shv6-hMRt7I/AAAAAAAACv4/SOap6GNRnTU/s72-c/P1140101-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-8691253281490829252</id><published>2009-05-25T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:21:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Rimas, Aku Lemas!</title><content type='html'>I very rimas with his hair, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a hair shaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OOPS!! i TER-shave rambut you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would jolly well force him to get a shorter haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-8691253281490829252?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8691253281490829252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=8691253281490829252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8691253281490829252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8691253281490829252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-rimas-aku-lemas.html' title='Aku Rimas, Aku Lemas!'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6077528549385069115</id><published>2009-05-25T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:16:32.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty but lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>I believe I spent so much time with Fid that I should share my blog with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a pretty but lazy Saturday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was very early, and those two were late. Half and hour okay!&lt;br /&gt;2. With Face shop products signed, I craved for Ramly Burger and Vadai.&lt;br /&gt;3. Headed to Starbucks for sweet Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;4. I craved for Nasi Ayam that we headed down Afghan just for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Lazy Weekend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq11JKlPaI/AAAAAAAACvw/51rBNPg9c-w/s1600-h/P1140173-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339780232799141282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq11JKlPaI/AAAAAAAACvw/51rBNPg9c-w/s320/P1140173-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq11G38cSI/AAAAAAAACvo/Z4o50YkCIFw/s1600-h/P1140168-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339780232184099106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq11G38cSI/AAAAAAAACvo/Z4o50YkCIFw/s320/P1140168-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq101ITDYI/AAAAAAAACvg/D8O4TR3He0k/s1600-h/P1140174-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339780227420851586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq101ITDYI/AAAAAAAACvg/D8O4TR3He0k/s320/P1140174-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq10hFgQSI/AAAAAAAACvY/z9bfPKbHakc/s1600-h/P1140181-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339780222040424738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq10hFgQSI/AAAAAAAACvY/z9bfPKbHakc/s320/P1140181-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq10eCy4BI/AAAAAAAACvQ/RYNMRdDDHRk/s1600-h/P1140186-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339780221223755794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq10eCy4BI/AAAAAAAACvQ/RYNMRdDDHRk/s320/P1140186-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6077528549385069115?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6077528549385069115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6077528549385069115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6077528549385069115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6077528549385069115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretty-but-lazy-saturday.html' title='Pretty but lazy Saturday'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Shq11JKlPaI/AAAAAAAACvw/51rBNPg9c-w/s72-c/P1140173-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7463321591640688947</id><published>2009-05-24T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:08:34.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First of NIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Our First NIE girls outing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about NIE is that, you will never have close friends. In fact, you will have alot of friends because your classes are all over the place with different, different people. And you will never get to interact in depth with them, because you will see them once a week. That's it, &lt;em&gt;"bye bye, see you next week!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our dear Cik Farhanah Banu went to make the effort to have a all day Friday girls outing. 10 of us, with very little information of each other, and some girls whom I used to bitch about, started out with a lunch at Seoul Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossips, gossips, gossips and more gossips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, we girls scooped up alot of dosa for the day and night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially at One Fullerton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my boyfriend would say, &lt;em&gt;(ustaz-mode): Dosa tau ni sume. Macam mane kubur wanita lebih dalam lagi. Mengumpat je.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I love the all-day outing with you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka, suka, suka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanah!! Plan lagi eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 1st of NIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSnFXs5_I/AAAAAAAACvI/xwJbVNhUTaU/s1600-h/P5222108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389664634398706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSnFXs5_I/AAAAAAAACvI/xwJbVNhUTaU/s320/P5222108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSm3cSFiI/AAAAAAAACvA/lAaQl3Pr3CU/s1600-h/P5222110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389660895516194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSm3cSFiI/AAAAAAAACvA/lAaQl3Pr3CU/s320/P5222110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSmpotDKI/AAAAAAAACu4/uOlOsaqqcpQ/s1600-h/P5222111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389657189518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSmpotDKI/AAAAAAAACu4/uOlOsaqqcpQ/s320/P5222111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSmpJeaXI/AAAAAAAACuw/F_kAFdAzYJE/s1600-h/P5222112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389657058535794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSmpJeaXI/AAAAAAAACuw/F_kAFdAzYJE/s320/P5222112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSD7GYvzI/AAAAAAAACuo/FA3xmWWsGzU/s1600-h/P5222113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389060581998386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSD7GYvzI/AAAAAAAACuo/FA3xmWWsGzU/s320/P5222113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSDzmYKNI/AAAAAAAACug/uVH2xc9tOuw/s1600-h/P4201901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389058568693970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSDzmYKNI/AAAAAAAACug/uVH2xc9tOuw/s320/P4201901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSDafG53I/AAAAAAAACuY/-4o-YpPLkJE/s1600-h/P5222114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389051827316594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSDafG53I/AAAAAAAACuY/-4o-YpPLkJE/s320/P5222114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSDFawS-I/AAAAAAAACuQ/fvYddQ1IbW0/s1600-h/P5222119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389046171913186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSDFawS-I/AAAAAAAACuQ/fvYddQ1IbW0/s320/P5222119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSC_WsZRI/AAAAAAAACuI/b91oGOAMcc4/s1600-h/P5222120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339389044544267538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSC_WsZRI/AAAAAAAACuI/b91oGOAMcc4/s320/P5222120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7463321591640688947?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7463321591640688947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7463321591640688947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7463321591640688947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7463321591640688947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-first-of-nie.html' title='Our First of NIE'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/ShlSnFXs5_I/AAAAAAAACvI/xwJbVNhUTaU/s72-c/P5222108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1205778897325155147</id><published>2009-05-23T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:13:56.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st</title><content type='html'>Finally, I can do away with months, and count with the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objective of our 1st,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recession time, must cut cost. Throw all romantic times, and come cheap, fun day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early morning started with us hanging on the phone, wishing each other at 12 midnight. I mean, we do that every single month!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the bright Thursday morning, watching the crowning of Kris Allen as Idol &lt;em&gt;(yea!!).&lt;/em&gt; Thereafter, we had some healthy breakfast at Afghanistan, chicken and meat porridge, accompanied by really katai-katai punye Kopi and Teh tarik. The double bus ride took us to East Coast for some good, old, tired but fun cycling. We headed to Bedok Jetty or maybe further, with stop-overs at the Bouganvillae Garden and the Food Centre for some sugarcane with lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, the weather was so hot and humid. We were perspiring like nobody's business. After a whole 2 hours of that, we headed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kebab Station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for some turkish delicacies. Sedap okay the chicken wings! It was sour-sour yet sweet-sweet all in one. After all that, I TER-hailed a cab to get us to our next destination, Plaza Singapura for 'Angels &amp;amp; Demons'. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the movie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was predictable, even though I have read the book years ago but forgot how the story went. After which, we took the bus to Bedok for a dinner at the Bedok Food Centre (please eh, the nasi ayam there sedap okay!) and headed to Tampines to get those lovely cupcakes. Thank you, Hana! Those were lovely cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended early because we were tired and we were perspiring like no one's business, even at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last not least, Thank you for that day, Sayang ku yang gemok. Happy 1st and hoping for more beautiful years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our beautiful First,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SheACSJ0NbI/AAAAAAAACuA/0B4_PFwu6_E/s1600-h/P5212074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338876659992114610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SheACSJ0NbI/AAAAAAAACuA/0B4_PFwu6_E/s320/P5212074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SheACXz5sdI/AAAAAAAACt4/dhxnnjzlcPw/s1600-h/P5212076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338876661510812114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SheACXz5sdI/AAAAAAAACt4/dhxnnjzlcPw/s320/P5212076.JPG" 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href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1205778897325155147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1205778897325155147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1205778897325155147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1205778897325155147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-1st.html' title='Our 1st'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SheACSJ0NbI/AAAAAAAACuA/0B4_PFwu6_E/s72-c/P5212074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4885773925626309628</id><published>2009-05-16T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:42:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>This time round,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so grateful and thankful to have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am lucky enough to be stuck with a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows me well, what I think and what I want, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes, guys just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is also open and wild to dream of every single detail we want in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt not to take him for granted and respect him as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is important in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works two good ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm very stuborn and hot headed at times, and good at sulking my way through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knows jolly well what to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone and let me sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make me pissed all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am typing all this funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is our 1st bebey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suke nye i!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4885773925626309628?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4885773925626309628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4885773925626309628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4885773925626309628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4885773925626309628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-boyfriend.html' title='My Boyfriend'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6371079554406392565</id><published>2009-05-16T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:56:31.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bet Mal is having a whirlwind of a time shopping in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am stuck here, waiting for time to go for a kenduri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6371079554406392565?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6371079554406392565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6371079554406392565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6371079554406392565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6371079554406392565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-bet-mal-is-having-whirlwind-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1183077980665398712</id><published>2009-05-14T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:38:04.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Istighfar hati aku sepanjang that 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam-malam jumaat like this, banyak dosa die tanggung atas kata-kata itu semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was wrong perhaps, in the eyes of our holy religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during that 30 minutes, he has carried the sins more. All the words he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the doings he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was far much, much, much more that he has to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that I realised, he does not love her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is silly and so ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she sacrificed so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to find that unappreciated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1183077980665398712?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1183077980665398712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1183077980665398712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1183077980665398712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1183077980665398712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/istighfar-hati-aku-sepanjang-that-30.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7911367616486064723</id><published>2009-05-13T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:49:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bodyache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoulder ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum all that up, it just ACHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7911367616486064723?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7911367616486064723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7911367616486064723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7911367616486064723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7911367616486064723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/bodyache.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-8443223072831019967</id><published>2009-05-07T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:42:58.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were walking towards the bus stop, on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just randomly claimed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Sayang, when go KL next month, I want to buy kain la. I want to upah a jubah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boyfriend: *slowly slaps his right cheek, in a miming way and then his left cheek*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Are you okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boyfriend: Slap me. I am not dreaming, am I? hurry, slap me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: *slaps his arm* Thanks eh. Surprising nya!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is funny. He would go in his &lt;em&gt;slap-me-and-tell-me-I-am-not-in-a-dream&lt;/em&gt; mode every time I talk about making good of my life with covering myself up or anything that has to do with religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, he has been irritating me with his &lt;em&gt;tutup-your-aurat-or-nanti-lubang-neraka-you-jawab-sendiri&lt;/em&gt; line. But you know, when you seem to hear that frequently, you tend to consider it and take it into realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you have not seen, I am in that mode of realisation nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rare okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Macam dah rasa tua, so must sedar diri sikit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-8443223072831019967?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8443223072831019967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=8443223072831019967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8443223072831019967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8443223072831019967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-were-walking-towards-bus-stop-on-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5129482955938346325</id><published>2009-05-04T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:27:09.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In life, there has be a time where you have to wake up and realise that life is short and make it more meaningful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5129482955938346325?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5129482955938346325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5129482955938346325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5129482955938346325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5129482955938346325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-life-there-has-be-time-where-you.html' title='Realisation.'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-2342722486165076351</id><published>2009-05-03T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:18:05.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic.</title><content type='html'>Things you do, when you have nothing to do or just plain lazy and want something to do before you are on course the next day for two whole weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our "picnic bawah block" just opposite her place, under a pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our pink tablecloth, colourful plates, my favourite "biskut butang", chips and chocolate, not forgetting McDonalds' Delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! We threw our promises to each other and ordered macD. So surreal. Now, she changed our pact from "cannot" to "Sekali-sekala bole".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate to our fill and started catching up of a week's load of crap and gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore-d through the vicinity and ended the evening early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the awesome, silly times just now. &lt;em&gt;Love same kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My now and forever friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sf2waAlL_VI/AAAAAAAACsw/di5HzdES20c/s1600-h/P1130626-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331611494755597650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sf2waAlL_VI/AAAAAAAACsw/di5HzdES20c/s320/P1130626-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sf2waEB8yEI/AAAAAAAACso/sDKNkjZcYy8/s1600-h/P1130630-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331611495681542210" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sf2vRgZiIvI/AAAAAAAACqk/XM_9n-jhC9Q/s320/P1130709-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-2342722486165076351?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2342722486165076351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=2342722486165076351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2342722486165076351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2342722486165076351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/picnic.html' title='Picnic.'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sf2waAlL_VI/AAAAAAAACsw/di5HzdES20c/s72-c/P1130626-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7573700304035582937</id><published>2009-05-03T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:03:50.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost had a big breakdown after the mini-accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tengah tahan air mata je.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, all is well and fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update on our "picnic bawah block".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7573700304035582937?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7573700304035582937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7573700304035582937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7573700304035582937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7573700304035582937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-almost-had-big-breakdown-after-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6238189131749295171</id><published>2009-05-01T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:42:54.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My past 3 days was spent with my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, we went to Kallang Leisure Park for a movie, X-Men origins: Wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an A-Okay movie, nothing to flutter about actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, isn't NIE students students??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier said this, "You are not a student. We want universities that has no relation with education."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, aren't all universities related to education?? So irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went bowling thereafter, with the socks I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back to secondary school days, socks tinggi sampai langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You!! So kental!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 games, well, i know i have improved, at the very least. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON thursday evening, I was throwing my utmost tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was basically ignoring him and taking out all my tantrumic antics, which he deemed as "MINTA KENE SEPAK" punyer perangai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came down all the way to my home, to take me out to dinner at EastPoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! We had our very FIRST candlelit dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So romantic can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik he took me out for a candlelit dinner, or else, I would still be mad up till the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend surprised me with a BONIA wristlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so, so, so EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was a complete surprise even though I told him that I wanted a wristlet but I didn't expect him to get me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, I was like one happy girl who just got her first Barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N because of these days, you make me cheery and happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sayangkan you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boyfriend and me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sfr2ISJEv3I/AAAAAAAACqc/EpFX33YwOaY/s1600-h/P4291929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330843731115687794" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sfrte2BFu_I/AAAAAAAACok/p63yIHXrLt4/s320/P5011972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfrteYIJQwI/AAAAAAAACoc/pYNGQ5lulmw/s1600-h/P5011985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330834215074874114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfrteYIJQwI/AAAAAAAACoc/pYNGQ5lulmw/s320/P5011985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfrteGMAA_I/AAAAAAAACoU/uR_3IxAUp1U/s1600-h/P5011986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330834210259207154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfrteGMAA_I/AAAAAAAACoU/uR_3IxAUp1U/s320/P5011986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6238189131749295171?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6238189131749295171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6238189131749295171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6238189131749295171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6238189131749295171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-past-3-days-was-spent-with-my-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sfr2ISJEv3I/AAAAAAAACqc/EpFX33YwOaY/s72-c/P4291929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4237730704188938439</id><published>2009-04-28T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:46:20.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a short but sweet evening date. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to my precious little home first because I had a BIG nature's call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checking out the showtimes for Jangan Tegur, we cabbed down to Downtown East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story keeps you in close suspense from the beginning till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my hands keeps popping up to cover my eyes for those popoutofnowhereandscareyou scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night ended with him sending me home, even though I was pulling a very long face during the bus ride and he didn't even bother to take the initiative to perk me up. Like always, pretending to sleep and jerking your head a bit works everytime so well, in these situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My BIG, GREEN walking tree,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfckWXF91iI/AAAAAAAACoM/wjwUNuw2ZhM/s1600-h/P4281920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329768650591032866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfckWXF91iI/AAAAAAAACoM/wjwUNuw2ZhM/s320/P4281920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfckWGPRoVI/AAAAAAAACoE/t94CrEMfyp8/s1600-h/P4281918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329768646066676050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfckWGPRoVI/AAAAAAAACoE/t94CrEMfyp8/s320/P4281918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4237730704188938439?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4237730704188938439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4237730704188938439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4237730704188938439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4237730704188938439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-date.html' title='Short Date.'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfckWXF91iI/AAAAAAAACoM/wjwUNuw2ZhM/s72-c/P4281920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7009295149826601563</id><published>2009-04-28T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:31:49.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We two best friends decided to meet up for a short lunch to Seoul Garden, after contemplating with the choice of Seoul Garden or Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the talk over Craig David's concert, over our boyfriends, (yes yes! I still can't get over the fact she has a boyfriend!) and over food. All kinds of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a filled stomach. we went separate ways to meet our boyfriends respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend, we will meet again in almost 2 months alright. For a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; event. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best friend for 7 years and friends for 15 years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329730679052305186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfcB0IFqAyI/AAAAAAAACnM/jv6op_R1Wuo/s320/P4281905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329730684054415634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfcB0auQKRI/AAAAAAAACnU/u47sX2x8CQM/s320/P4281908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329730684980395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfcB0eLBffI/AAAAAAAACnc/EsyrYaxJW5w/s320/P4281909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329730688902681826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfcB0syK1OI/AAAAAAAACnk/ENoxs9PGuEA/s320/P4281913.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We were trying to mimic the poster below. We loved the caption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Best friends don't always agree. But there's always ONE thing that they agree on, SEOUL GARDEN."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfcB00qQdfI/AAAAAAAACns/Qu99pr_Hxwk/s1600-h/P4281914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329730691016979954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfcB00qQdfI/AAAAAAAACns/Qu99pr_Hxwk/s320/P4281914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7009295149826601563?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7009295149826601563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7009295149826601563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7009295149826601563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7009295149826601563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-two-best-friends-decided-to-meet-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfcB0IFqAyI/AAAAAAAACnM/jv6op_R1Wuo/s72-c/P4281905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-2639470774787016948</id><published>2009-04-26T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:57:13.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting and such.</title><content type='html'>I got my posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, its at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, its a Chinese school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a racist or such, just that I would prefer a multi-racial school, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bad news, double session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick for 3 days now, is a bad and a good thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad, i feel so weak and I don't move around as much plus I don't have any appetite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, my body is shrinking, which is a good thing according to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a Friday, the day I was down with high fever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfQvlH3FQZI/AAAAAAAACnE/B3ZdalmxCSA/s1600-h/P1130340-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328936573897884050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfQvlH3FQZI/AAAAAAAACnE/B3ZdalmxCSA/s320/P1130340-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfQvlH4rt4I/AAAAAAAACm8/g13rGjOXg_s/s1600-h/P1130334-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328936573904598914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfQvlH4rt4I/AAAAAAAACm8/g13rGjOXg_s/s320/P1130334-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfQvk0zQA4I/AAAAAAAACm0/Fbityj2y-_Q/s1600-h/P1130332-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328936568781538178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfQvk0zQA4I/AAAAAAAACm0/Fbityj2y-_Q/s320/P1130332-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-2639470774787016948?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2639470774787016948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=2639470774787016948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2639470774787016948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2639470774787016948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/posting-and-such.html' title='Posting and such.'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SfQvlH3FQZI/AAAAAAAACnE/B3ZdalmxCSA/s72-c/P1130340-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3151316615076552629</id><published>2009-04-22T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:49:17.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Se8DjJGVLHI/AAAAAAAACms/hDqYfaDyVC0/s1600-h/P4191891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327480786475363442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Se8DjJGVLHI/AAAAAAAACms/hDqYfaDyVC0/s320/P4191891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who cares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And someone I adore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3151316615076552629?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3151316615076552629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3151316615076552629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3151316615076552629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3151316615076552629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-who-cares-and-someone-i-adore.html' title='Someone.'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Se8DjJGVLHI/AAAAAAAACms/hDqYfaDyVC0/s72-c/P4191891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4590734249764763363</id><published>2009-04-21T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:02:30.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 11 months now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exciting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can we just get the months over and done with and start with the years now??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smiles gleefully*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4590734249764763363?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4590734249764763363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4590734249764763363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4590734249764763363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4590734249764763363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/11th-months.html' title='11 months.'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-2119889776238161603</id><published>2009-04-21T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:30:38.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilihan bodoh.</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to babble in Malay right now. And Sayang, I think your constant &lt;em&gt;syarahan&lt;/em&gt; just comes in handy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa dalam dunia, Tuhan itu dah berikan kite akal dan fikiran tapi kite tak menggunakan untuk buat kebaikan dan perkara2 yang mendatangkan faedah? Tak tau bezakan yg HALAL dan yg HARAM? yg SALAH dan BETUL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am in no position to say all this tapi at least a little bit of what I learnt from my classes and abit of enlightment from him, I am confident to say that I am at least equipped with the basics of our religion and stuff, just that I don't practise some of them like menutup aurat and keeping a distance from the opposite sex. For me, those are already big enough sins for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustazah kate, &lt;em&gt;"Belajar tinggi-tinggi pun tak guna kalau ugama taruh belakang pocket. Tak diberkati Tuhan."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak kate bodoh, tak bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cume pilihan yang bodoh je. Tak tau pilih mane betul and mana yang salah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-2119889776238161603?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2119889776238161603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=2119889776238161603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2119889776238161603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2119889776238161603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/pilihan-bodoh.html' title='Pilihan bodoh.'/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-780172821427249669</id><published>2009-04-20T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:56:13.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At 12 midnite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the &lt;em&gt;semangat&lt;/em&gt; to clean up my room, change the bedsheets and fix the cupboard I bought from IKEA. And for the first time in almost 22 years of my life, I actually went to wash the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend: What?!?! YOU WASH THE FAN??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend: YOU CHANGE YOUR BED SHEET?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes! It was dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend: Am I hearing what I am hearing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes gemuk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend: WOW!! Really, boncit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, see la who. Nak jadi kakak and practice jadi isteri tercontoh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just need to go and print my current family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt; were talking about some things that was sensitive. Suddenly, I just feel like I am not in the boat alone. There was someone else with me. Through all these weeks, I felt the guilt for feeling what I felt whenever I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after what happened tonight, suddenly, I realised I was right to feel that way. It was just the concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I better sleep now. I have to send that &lt;em&gt;botak&lt;/em&gt; girl for her treatment early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have an extra person calling me Gemuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will total up to be 8 of them calling me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks eh best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-780172821427249669?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/780172821427249669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=780172821427249669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/780172821427249669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/780172821427249669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-12-midnite-i-got-semangat-to-clean.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-8374017550200233005</id><published>2009-04-14T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:40:35.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am all cranky today because someone promised that we will meet up but that someone forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am shutting my mouth until that someone remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Science paper today, it was tough alright, given the fact that I started studying last night, just because Aisyah scared the wits out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry to Nur Amalina bte Surani, because I cannot upload the videos and pictures of Craig Dvid, just because I misplaced my camera wire. I promise you will get to see them this Friday when we meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to Bali with the girls, just because I have my lesson on the day of our flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to KL this June, with or without my family. YAY!! And I am not going anywhere further than that place because I promised myself all other exotic places will be spent and enjoyed with my special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in about 2 months' time and I am sooo excited to turn 22. Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to Kampong Jawa, in Cik Timah's words. It is actually Arab Street, as commonly known. With Fid and Cik Timah. Excited okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I enjoy going out with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you go out with these old people, you get to learn so much from them. Sometimes, you are able to see from their point of view on something that we would actually disagree. You may even feel that it is sort of right, well, in the first place, it is. Just that as we would call it, "Old Fashioned".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so-oh mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-8374017550200233005?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8374017550200233005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=8374017550200233005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8374017550200233005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8374017550200233005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-all-cranky-today-because-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5171919352779426793</id><published>2009-04-10T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:37:40.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have many to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig David Showcase. FYI, I was mesmerised and he looks so... HOT. What a time to misplaced my camera wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair! Yesyesyes. I cut my hair. SHORT. BOB STYLE but SHORTER and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, Yes, dinner, just. In Fid's words, "oh the drama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend. uh-huh, the boyfriend again. what to do, without him, i'm just clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last assignment and the last test. Tuesday babe, tuesday. After that, holidays babey! Just waiting for August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5171919352779426793?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5171919352779426793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5171919352779426793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5171919352779426793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5171919352779426793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-many-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5472426598803183273</id><published>2009-04-06T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:23:21.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always wonder why my mum gets worked up when he is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would shout, "OMG! House so messy!!" and "Long, go and sweep the floor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she will busy2 shuffle everything nicely and neatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got the answer today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mun kan very particular about cleanliness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weird thing when I wanted to take out the fried fish out for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mun kan tak makan ikan." (translated: Mun don't eat fish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now I wonder, who is the girlfriend now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me or Her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5472426598803183273?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5472426598803183273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5472426598803183273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5472426598803183273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5472426598803183273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-always-wonder-why-my-mum-gets-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5352838386503175331</id><published>2009-04-05T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:53:18.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in this love-hate relationship where one moment I just detest and on another, i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be spiteful in things he did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the one I want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/em&gt;, for a very looong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5352838386503175331?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5352838386503175331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5352838386503175331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5352838386503175331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5352838386503175331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-in-this-love-hate-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4275964847860306563</id><published>2009-04-04T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:01:53.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Craig David is on Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sings oh i can't sleep till you're next to me..... feels like insomnia, ooohhh, feels like insomnia* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4275964847860306563?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4275964847860306563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4275964847860306563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4275964847860306563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4275964847860306563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/craig-david-is-on-wednesday-sings-oh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1703636608527839706</id><published>2009-03-31T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:47:23.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Because you are the smile and joy in my life, and I love you. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday, Gemuk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing you all the best in everything and success in your journey of lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you had a blast at the party, which I know you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for me all that was not a waste of money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikhlas&lt;/em&gt;, just to let you have a fantastic birthday this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am not asking for much on my birthday either, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just you and my family for a simple celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and looking forward to creating fantastic moments together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1703636608527839706?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1703636608527839706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1703636608527839706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1703636608527839706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1703636608527839706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-you-are-smile-and-joy-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1323836977741214866</id><published>2009-03-31T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:20:29.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never &lt;em&gt;jejak&lt;/em&gt; Indonesia before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,thanks to all the makciks-makciks and my dad (thaks a lot eh!) I am paranoid like crazy after hearing the stories. Rapes, bombs and others, saying the place is not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh aku paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Sha messaged me she couldnt book the tickets, I went, &lt;em&gt;"okay, this is like a sign to ask me to consider."&lt;/em&gt; And after one last hit, from Cik Timah, thats it. I am not going, jut because I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic kan aku!! Nak gi holiday tapi takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my boyfriend can even add,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That place is an easy target."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, knowing I am easily convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am thinking, did I do the right thing or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was already planning to do shopping there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1323836977741214866?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1323836977741214866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1323836977741214866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1323836977741214866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1323836977741214866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-never-jejak-indonesia-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7925506806470440815</id><published>2009-03-29T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:00:48.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sc9-tuMuQLI/AAAAAAAACmA/FFqGxd-KszA/s1600-h/pBBLtR1YYlm18uuaJQ8u06iLo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318609008908452018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sc9-tuMuQLI/AAAAAAAACmA/FFqGxd-KszA/s320/pBBLtR1YYlm18uuaJQ8u06iLo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a tired 2 days, and I think It was all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing him smile and have a fabulous time with famil-ies and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was very tiring and there were so many people, food catering to 60 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with us being busy, ensuring that everybody had eaten their full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And food was GREAT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was worth all the money!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIGHLIGHT of the day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both our dads hugged each other so tightly and just simply happy to see each other, which we thought was their first meeting from both families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little did we know, they were old friends separated for almost 10 yrs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wokay, it was a totally weird moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was expecting something like, &lt;em&gt;"Hi, I am Suhaila's dad"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Hi, I am ajir's dad".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But NO!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went straight for each other and hugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everyone went, &lt;em&gt;"ohhhh!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, expressing thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to Abg Adi and Haron's Satay for the fabulous food!(read: East Coast food Centre)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sumpah the the satay, the BBQ ayam, the ikan pari and sotong was &lt;em&gt;menjilat jari. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to Cik Timah (read: Fid's Mother) for the Fried Rice and for your info, it was nice and all of the rice was finished. Except for the last half a pot which was &lt;em&gt;basi&lt;/em&gt; in the morning. Sedih sey! I thought of having it for breakfast. And also the kuih2 which she gave to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to Cik Ati (read: Mun's mom) for the Mee Goreng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to Kak Urin for sponsoring the cake and help out, being the first to reach and the last to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to Fid and Hussain and Cik Timah for coming down. I am sorry if you all feel t&lt;em&gt;ak terlayan&lt;/em&gt;. And Fid, this was one of the times where I wish that you could already walk because we would have hung out till the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to Siti and Mari for making the trip down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you also to Arab and friends for making it down at the wee hours even though you were tired from work. And I am sorry I slept in first, I was very tired ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to the two brothers of his for helping out at the pit and housekeeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for everyone else who came for the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least, Thank you to my one and only family for coming down to support me. Thank you lots!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7925506806470440815?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7925506806470440815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7925506806470440815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7925506806470440815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7925506806470440815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-tired-2-days-and-i-think-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sc9-tuMuQLI/AAAAAAAACmA/FFqGxd-KszA/s72-c/pBBLtR1YYlm18uuaJQ8u06iLo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7217377287318025619</id><published>2009-03-27T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:28:58.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a man lying on the road, surrounded by blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had a seriously swollen forehead, the size of an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't get the image out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happen when you jaywalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, this is what happen when you &lt;em&gt;gatal&lt;/em&gt; turn your head to see what's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7217377287318025619?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7217377287318025619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7217377287318025619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7217377287318025619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7217377287318025619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-saw-man-lying-on-road-surrounded-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3061656519768468652</id><published>2009-03-26T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:06:24.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have 2 friends consoling each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling funny events just to keep us from crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3061656519768468652?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3061656519768468652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3061656519768468652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3061656519768468652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3061656519768468652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-we-have-2-friends-consoling.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1221975376066862181</id><published>2009-03-25T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:44:34.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I have been quiet and holding it in too long, that I cried a pail tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed out a whole long essay email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead of clicking SENT, i click DELETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why even bother sending it out only after months later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still prefer keeping it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say?? My first time being a fool in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes!! I am going Bali with the NIE mates, just because they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my KL trip again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time, with the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1221975376066862181?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1221975376066862181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1221975376066862181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1221975376066862181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1221975376066862181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-i-have-been-quiet-and-holding-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-9039217905917148739</id><published>2009-03-24T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:18:15.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, he won't talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because I told him I am leaving him for 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been 1 hr and 42 minutes since he said a thing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-9039217905917148739?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9039217905917148739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=9039217905917148739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/9039217905917148739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/9039217905917148739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-he-wont-talk-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-8127344646909523082</id><published>2009-03-23T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:58:45.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is crazeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And loads of things to blog about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Sungei Buloh, Siti's birthday surprise, the sleepover at my Aunt's place, and Fid's bday, which was really happening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my boyfriend's birthday chalet which I have been planning for months!! WOAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evrything is going fine and smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the first time my boyfriend is excited and counting down his birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited or what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better place to celebrate our 10 months (yes, yes, yes!)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fid's party with our photoshoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that by end of the week!! &lt;em&gt;*big smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ZIRCA for Craig David next month!! Phweewit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even though my boyfriend is blabbering about the club thing because die very pantang, but... I don't care I still want my Craig David fun!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-8127344646909523082?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8127344646909523082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=8127344646909523082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8127344646909523082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8127344646909523082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-crazeee-and-loads-of-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7060315091732948766</id><published>2009-03-19T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:54:45.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get all too extreme sensitive when someone touches my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I don't want to be reminded of it anymore but it is still haunting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because past, that black hole, is a part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask me why and what and who or whatever thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I can't answer and I have my reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coping with a lifetime of guilt and shame are serious issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7060315091732948766?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7060315091732948766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7060315091732948766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7060315091732948766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7060315091732948766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-get-all-too-extreme-sensitive-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1732365343574119389</id><published>2009-03-15T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:37:01.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syg'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU, SYG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU, SYG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Mmmuacks!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I'm Really Sorry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1732365343574119389?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1732365343574119389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1732365343574119389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1732365343574119389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1732365343574119389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-syg-i-miss-you-syg-mmmuacks.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-719869856104222056</id><published>2009-03-12T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:31:26.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love how things are going now, and how the situation is like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All so lovey-dovey and pleasant yet simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I know the sparks might just be gone, like what you answered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I don't want to be married or tied down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I prefer things the way they are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I want this feeling to stay forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-719869856104222056?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/719869856104222056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=719869856104222056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/719869856104222056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/719869856104222056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-love-how-things-are-going-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7528254197458979610</id><published>2009-03-12T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:55:45.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking and dreaming to myself yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During DCS presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it was that boring but at least Science is better than Mathematics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you can see the Mathematics students just stressing themselves over the Mathematical Theories and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, I may not have the most exciting life ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lots of friends, going out to lots of places every single time, having one hell of nights and such, with travelling and sorts of other things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel happy and thankful that at the very least, I have my loved ones close to me and close friends being there sharing my life with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7528254197458979610?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7528254197458979610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7528254197458979610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7528254197458979610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7528254197458979610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-thinking-and-dreaming-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-9008065859524326840</id><published>2009-03-11T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:02:07.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; HAFIDZAH BTE ITHNIN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buruk sak perangai kite dlm video itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, NEXT WEEK OR WHAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-9008065859524326840?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9008065859524326840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=9008065859524326840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/9008065859524326840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/9008065859524326840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/nur-hafidzah-bte-ithnin-buruk-sak.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3927683696045265394</id><published>2009-03-08T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:14:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my Sexy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, I accomplished my goal for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I threw my Science Lit. Review away for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sci. Lit Review&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sci. Lesson Plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sungei Buloh Report&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEA lesson plan plus puppets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that is all kn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urrgh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for mid-April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then comes from 3 -4 months holiday of &lt;em&gt;makan gaji buta&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weewit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KL, Cameron Highlands&lt;em&gt; (insyaallah.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wooooooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3927683696045265394?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3927683696045265394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3927683696045265394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3927683696045265394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3927683696045265394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-my-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5246413212656918558</id><published>2009-03-07T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:51:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am having one whirlwind of a mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I have always been a &lt;em&gt;kan-chiong&lt;/em&gt; girl all my life, i feel like everything is totally disorganised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what I have ordered and what there is still be added to the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus the present which I have to run around about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 presents I may add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going nuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5246413212656918558?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5246413212656918558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5246413212656918558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5246413212656918558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5246413212656918558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-having-one-whirlwind-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-392236661230190520</id><published>2009-03-05T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:56:27.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just miss my boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-392236661230190520?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/392236661230190520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=392236661230190520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/392236661230190520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/392236661230190520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-miss-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7271409882929453812</id><published>2009-03-02T18:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:48:35.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weekends was filled with FOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night, it was supposed to be our night together for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he called me up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Syg, are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Ok. By the way we are having a double date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Me having a dumb, blur moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "We have an old couple joining us plus a kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another dumb moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "My parents are joining us la, plus Apa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "OHHH!!! ok. GREAT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows how I get very excited with his parents. I envy his parents actually. Its very hard to find a couple in their late 50s and early 60s to be very mesra with each other. The affection is till seen and their arguments ar more like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gaduh gaduh sayang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;than &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gaduh gaduh nak menang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told boyfriend that I want to be like his parents when we grow old together. &lt;em&gt;Insyaallah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So off we went to Jalan Kayu for a really good seafood, amidst the heavy rain with lightning and thunder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The seafood was &lt;strong&gt;veryveryvery tantalising&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I wonder if there is such a word and if I had spelt it correctly.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch of lemon chicken, kangkong, tom yam soup and that hotplte beancurd, who can resists! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After which the night ended late, with sending the family home and waiting for him to express his bowels while awaiting an early morning we had the day after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Now you may have realised that I am using flowery language. I need to practise for my test.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning, as expected BOTH of us woke up late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cik Timah and Fid was already waiting. Kesian mereka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were on a journey to Vivo City to shop our way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309179889101188130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa3--tqGLCI/AAAAAAAACkg/_TzeD2-FrNA/s320/P1120058-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That is basically me with my lappie. I had a serious deadline on Monday and I have not started on it yet at that point of time. So I had to drag my lappie along for the journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309180282022964114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa3_VlZ8q5I/AAAAAAAACko/-fX4w6Z5xjk/s320/P1120059-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And that is her, &lt;em&gt;Anak Cik Timah&lt;/em&gt;. Posing her way all the way from Tampines to Vivo City. You see the purple tudung there? That is Cik Timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309180834585996466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa3_1v3PbLI/AAAAAAAACkw/98ZAjR0lb5s/s320/P1120062-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is Cik Timah. Up close and personal.. plus my boyfriend's huge arm. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309181340371187394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4ATMD09sI/AAAAAAAACk4/rK3kHLJ9XSQ/s320/P1120063-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;THis lovely guy is my boyfriend, as you might have known. He looks veryveryveryvery happy just to be pushing &lt;em&gt;Anak Cik Timah&lt;/em&gt; around Vivo CIty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is US! The sweet ones. Looking so excited and anxious waiting for our food at Secret Recipe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309181815418796274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4Au1wAOPI/AAAAAAAAClA/aPjTor_QNFY/s320/P1120066-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told him that I hated taking photos with him. Because every single shot of his photos was a clean, decent shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182341440679042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BNdVZLII/AAAAAAAAClI/NxPp13sb3NA/s320/P1120067-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am showing off my food! That hand you see, is Cik Timah's. She just can't get enough of her fish and chips that she had to snitch mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BN1h88LI/AAAAAAAAClg/Xwahuz9snkk/s1600-h/P1120078-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182347935805618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BN1h88LI/AAAAAAAAClg/Xwahuz9snkk/s320/P1120078-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anak Cik Timah&lt;/em&gt; and Cik Timah. Like mother, like daughter&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182342551446082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BNheOIkI/AAAAAAAAClY/h6WI71mSmW4/s320/P1120072-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who sign???????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That is his name. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BNiT-3VI/AAAAAAAAClQ/Q8lLQTI-_X8/s1600-h/P1120071-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182342776937810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BNiT-3VI/AAAAAAAAClQ/Q8lLQTI-_X8/s320/P1120071-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaaahhhh!! a TRIP to Toys' R Us made us feel kiddy. As you can see, she has a lot to handle. That price tag, $15.95, was the &lt;em&gt;hantaran&lt;/em&gt; settled between them. I know, Unbelievable! At this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BYxSXMBI/AAAAAAAACl4/7hS9xyDRETc/s1600-h/P3011721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182535775236114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BYxSXMBI/AAAAAAAACl4/7hS9xyDRETc/s320/P3011721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BYza4qQI/AAAAAAAAClw/Iqf2olsZQz4/s1600-h/P3011720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182536347855106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BYza4qQI/AAAAAAAAClw/Iqf2olsZQz4/s320/P3011720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the end of the shoping journey,she was dumped at the Trolley Bay where she truly belonged. She blend in well, didn't she??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309182350619563778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa4BN_hz1wI/AAAAAAAAClo/Ftac7aParKA/s320/P1120086-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The day with them ended in the evening when it was raining cats and dogs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YOU KNOW!! I hated the rain. I was seriously scrutinising the rain that much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rain means no food, and no food means no mood! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The young and old couples plus the kid was planning to head down to East Coast. And you know how East Coast has this open concept and once it rains, Byebye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was really praying that much for the rain to stop &lt;em&gt;(which it did! Thank you.)&lt;/em&gt; so that I could eat. I know, I am such a selfish girl when it comes to food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He headed down to East Coast from his home and hahahaha!! The food didn't disappoint me at all. In fact, it was better that I, actually we expected. Sedap gile, hingga menjilatjari! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sambal sotong was... *MMMHHMMM* wet and spicy and soft and chewy and just delicious! I was like one satisfied girl who got her favourite ice cream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And many, many other things that we just grab and ate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ended the wet night with a filled stomach and nice long sleep for the day after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7271409882929453812?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7271409882929453812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7271409882929453812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7271409882929453812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7271409882929453812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekends-was-filled-with-food-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/Sa3--tqGLCI/AAAAAAAACkg/_TzeD2-FrNA/s72-c/P1120058-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-923669557590430622</id><published>2009-02-27T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:31:20.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because I love him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I miss him that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not getting to see him starting next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pizza Mania,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307391298288737762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekRBp_3eI/AAAAAAAACkI/kDi8eJNZNS0/s320/P2261711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekRexeSBI/AAAAAAAACkY/A6L6NuLDMDM/s1600-h/P2261717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307391306104719378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekRexeSBI/AAAAAAAACkY/A6L6NuLDMDM/s320/P2261717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekREOWpwI/AAAAAAAACkQ/7K-smqaArDM/s1600-h/P2261713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307391298978096898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekREOWpwI/AAAAAAAACkQ/7K-smqaArDM/s320/P2261713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekQ0umrFI/AAAAAAAACkA/hdkbOFADNcY/s1600-h/P2261710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307391294818397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekQ0umrFI/AAAAAAAACkA/hdkbOFADNcY/s320/P2261710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-923669557590430622?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/923669557590430622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=923669557590430622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/923669557590430622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/923669557590430622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-because-i-love-him-and-i-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaekRBp_3eI/AAAAAAAACkI/kDi8eJNZNS0/s72-c/P2261711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3715205740666366185</id><published>2009-02-25T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:36:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cut me halfway while I was saying I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3715205740666366185?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3715205740666366185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3715205740666366185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3715205740666366185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3715205740666366185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cut-me-halfway-while-i-was-saying-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-2771497812146830082</id><published>2009-02-24T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:38:15.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because I love them that much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because I don't care what you people might have said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are STILL my BESTFRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-2771497812146830082?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2771497812146830082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=2771497812146830082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2771497812146830082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2771497812146830082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-because-i-love-them-that-much-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4179807879173983078</id><published>2009-02-24T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:02:40.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was feeling all disappointed yesterday after seeing what it would be like in March, that I slept feeling all so cranky and grumpy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think again, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak mati what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i figured out its okay that your timetable is ridiculously planned, and blame me for having too many things at hand, with school, with tuition, with assignment and my "Suhaila's time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will freaking miss OUR time together and I will be a freaking "single lady"&lt;br /&gt; for the month &lt;strong&gt;for real&lt;/strong&gt; this time, even though you claimed that I say that every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, even though I am still pissed off about the 21st thing, at least I know a party will be there to prep me up high. Kan, Fidza??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, like you mentioned as my best quality you love about me, I am understanding enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you take me out this weekend for East Coast Seafood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Smiles big-big* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4179807879173983078?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4179807879173983078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4179807879173983078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4179807879173983078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4179807879173983078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-feeling-all-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4701964720259390856</id><published>2009-02-23T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:24:17.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I am feeling that disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4701964720259390856?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4701964720259390856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4701964720259390856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4701964720259390856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4701964720259390856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-am-feeling-that-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3601534420800030286</id><published>2009-02-23T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:45:49.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where can you find a boyfriend who sends you off at the airport at 5 am in the morning when he is working at 8am later and he got back from work 8pm before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where can you find a boyfriend who sings to you at every random time he can find, provided he has a good voice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where can you find someone who would make fun of you and himself just to make you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where can you find a boyfriend who lets you hit him when you are mad, while he is hurting and crying inside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And where can you find someone who says "I love you and I miss you" 1234578292982 times a day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And where can you find someone who would cover your head with his hand while walking in the rain because he says it will get you feverish?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, where can you find a boyfriend who gives you syarahan everyday about any topic he can come up with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lastly, where can you find a boyfriend who cooks for you dinner and makes breakfast while you sit and watch? ohhh!! and also takes you out for breakfast almost every week??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I have found that someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you can find him in Sengkang, Blk 100 plus, level 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he is mine..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am typing that but never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Fid again tomorrow and after that, meeting the bestfriends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohhooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at least my recess week won't be mundane at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am procastinating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still am, on the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I would say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3601534420800030286?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3601534420800030286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3601534420800030286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3601534420800030286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3601534420800030286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-can-you-find-boyfriend-who-sends.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1860326332407253844</id><published>2009-02-23T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:03:08.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to blog something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I passed my Final Theory after 1 and half years, and after 5 tries??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking happy, excited and all the goodgoodgood things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can finally book my TP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of having my TP in the month of June, nicely near my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a good birthday present for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I told my Syg confidently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Confirm I can pass la.. I have  no problem driving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see la k, in the month of June. Wee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, even if I fail, I can just take another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rush, my boyfriend drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1860326332407253844?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1860326332407253844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1860326332407253844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1860326332407253844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1860326332407253844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4360306887928490664</id><published>2009-02-21T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:30:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaAB9YD8PEI/AAAAAAAACj4/8m8y247K9m0/s1600-h/LGIM0056%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305242514985073730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaAB9YD8PEI/AAAAAAAACj4/8m8y247K9m0/s320/LGIM0056%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would always go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sayang, lawa eh I eh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i come across a pretty picture of mine and he would just roll his eyes and go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As you wish."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just now, he replied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mesti la lawa. Tengok la matair sape. Matair Mun sorang je yang lawa dalam dunia nie."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is why I love him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because only he can come up with all silly answers to make me smile a million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 9 months, Sexy Boncit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4360306887928490664?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4360306887928490664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4360306887928490664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4360306887928490664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4360306887928490664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-would-always-go-sayang-lawa-eh-i-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SaAB9YD8PEI/AAAAAAAACj4/8m8y247K9m0/s72-c/LGIM0056%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6504956275280280253</id><published>2009-02-21T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:19:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY EXERCISE ON THURSDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pushing the wheelchair around Afghanistan, up and down the hill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My "heavy weight",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9kLMXdo3I/AAAAAAAACjw/0jddJQTbgHQ/s1600-h/P1110874-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305069029526709106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9kLMXdo3I/AAAAAAAACjw/0jddJQTbgHQ/s320/P1110874-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9kLHoaOAI/AAAAAAAACjo/OFkFLt1qUPA/s1600-h/P1110875-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305069028255610882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9kLHoaOAI/AAAAAAAACjo/OFkFLt1qUPA/s320/P1110875-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9SHup4I/AAAAAAAACjg/MhO0lpfHiWk/s1600-h/P1110876-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305068790553159554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9SHup4I/AAAAAAAACjg/MhO0lpfHiWk/s320/P1110876-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9U58JpI/AAAAAAAACjY/MFQsbbzclwU/s1600-h/P1110878-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305068791300630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9U58JpI/AAAAAAAACjY/MFQsbbzclwU/s320/P1110878-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9FXa-BI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Nt4_YWp1GKI/s1600-h/P1110885-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305068787129317394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9FXa-BI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Nt4_YWp1GKI/s320/P1110885-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9Kf5ihI/AAAAAAAACjI/8WQH0_Il6xE/s1600-h/P1110890-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305068788507052562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9Kf5ihI/AAAAAAAACjI/8WQH0_Il6xE/s320/P1110890-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9D5czhI/AAAAAAAACjA/3a-iidr8x1o/s1600-h/P1110902-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305068786735173138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9j9D5czhI/AAAAAAAACjA/3a-iidr8x1o/s320/P1110902-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6504956275280280253?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6504956275280280253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6504956275280280253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6504956275280280253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6504956275280280253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-exercise-on-thursday-pushing.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZ9kLMXdo3I/AAAAAAAACjw/0jddJQTbgHQ/s72-c/P1110874-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5768289187758693884</id><published>2009-02-19T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:12:55.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, before I have to rush over to Fid's house and entertain all her nonsense or be an entertainer or making Arts &amp;amp; Craft, or pushing her to the salon on her wheelchair or whatever she want to do, seeing that she is recuperating from her misfortune,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LET's BLoG..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, right after tuition at 8pm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5768289187758693884?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5768289187758693884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5768289187758693884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5768289187758693884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5768289187758693884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-before-i-have-to-rush-over-to-fids.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4943251510673871485</id><published>2009-02-18T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:27:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know today's tutorial was 1 hr instead of the normal 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reached 8.45am and ended at 9.25am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it took me 1 hr 45 minutes to travel from Simei all the way to Jalan Bahar just for a merely 40 mins tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, I am complaining!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did NIE have to move from near Orchard to all the way here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would have save me so much trouble on transport time and money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of my friends went back to halls or went home to sleep for 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, why would I want to sleep??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time I sleep and in 2 hours' time when I wake up, I will still be as sleepy as now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So might as well I rot here in the library and do all my petty assignments which only takes up 5% of the module.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5% and a 1000-word essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How ridiculous is that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am complaining. Yes I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am whining away alone in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing wednesdays did not exist at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4943251510673871485?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4943251510673871485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4943251510673871485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4943251510673871485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4943251510673871485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-know-todays-tutorial-was-1-hr.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3664878123089081044</id><published>2009-02-15T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:48:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom went to Johor for a shopping spree with the Aunties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was Aunties' Day out la katekan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got back with tons of bags and lots of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So each of us got shorts as ours were torn and tattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we still can't bear to throw them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can still remember how the boyfriend laughed at me everytime he comes over and sees me in those shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there was blue and pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my 2nd younger sister and i were fighting over the blue as both of us loved blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then my other sister said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"K, Kak Ngah. You take blue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kak Long, you take pink because pink are for virgins."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My younger sister was so pissed off by that caption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So you are saying I am not virgin la because I take blue!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And mind you, my other sister was so damn cute when she said that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my mom bought lots of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Long, ayam percik!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Long, Hati Ayam!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Long, Baulu!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she keeps complaining that I am getting bigger by day and I should exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sheesh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3664878123089081044?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3664878123089081044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3664878123089081044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3664878123089081044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3664878123089081044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mom-went-to-johor-for-shopping-spree.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-2035211439338501411</id><published>2009-02-15T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:39:17.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sick of the DLK assignment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macam nak nangis la sey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not know what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I log on to Facebook and everyone's note is about DLK assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a lovely Valentine's Day yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to my nephew's "cukur rambut" ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After which heading for tuition at Bedok reservoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, went dating with my DLK assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my boyfriend??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was sleeping at home the whole day yesterday till his night shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My very own V-Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started celebrating V day at the age of 17 and I have not celebrated it for 3 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No significance maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its our 9th month in 6 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you I was excited to hit 1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And many, many other things I am excited for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like getting prepared for the chalet next month and searching for his birthday pressie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weeeeeee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what else.. My birthday which is in 4 months' time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to me, bebey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-2035211439338501411?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2035211439338501411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=2035211439338501411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2035211439338501411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2035211439338501411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-sick-of-dlk-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7065490968162983550</id><published>2009-02-14T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:00:30.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 8 come quick please!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since I bought that tickets, I have been youtube-ing to Craig David's music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You better know, we have been crazy about Craig David (besides Justin Timberlake) since secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That his email which was activated years ago was named "muncraig@...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How fascinating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7065490968162983550?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7065490968162983550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7065490968162983550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7065490968162983550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7065490968162983550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6279538078644051635</id><published>2009-02-14T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:25:06.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love babies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I have one soon??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without getting married and having sex??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6279538078644051635?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6279538078644051635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6279538078644051635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6279538078644051635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6279538078644051635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-love-babies-can-i-have-one-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3202977352583522738</id><published>2009-02-13T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:35:33.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling paranoid and scared right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am paranoid that my friends will leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just simply ignore me and I lose all of them at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3202977352583522738?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3202977352583522738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3202977352583522738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3202977352583522738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3202977352583522738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-feeling-paranoid-and-scared-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6906338509753615915</id><published>2009-02-12T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:26:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVicI2lEI/AAAAAAAACiY/VADWP-_jKHU/s1600-h/P2041561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301745605246620738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVicI2lEI/AAAAAAAACiY/VADWP-_jKHU/s320/P2041561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVDYCr3yI/AAAAAAAACiA/kGzRAoC3sPc/s1600-h/P2041562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301745071571066658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVDYCr3yI/AAAAAAAACiA/kGzRAoC3sPc/s320/P2041562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVDQmnl7I/AAAAAAAACh4/eTivAOtSWKg/s1600-h/P2111622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301745069574297522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVDQmnl7I/AAAAAAAACh4/eTivAOtSWKg/s320/P2111622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVDIf84hI/AAAAAAAAChw/hSWhNED-q1E/s1600-h/P2111623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301745067398849042" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOUxyr1ZGI/AAAAAAAAChY/vFvdIj5r4Mk/s320/P2111626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOUx17rf8I/AAAAAAAAChQ/YGKKABL7yZg/s1600-h/P2111627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301744770357100482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOUx17rf8I/AAAAAAAAChQ/YGKKABL7yZg/s320/P2111627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOUxeOYslI/AAAAAAAAChI/ZhtWk6jD7T4/s1600-h/P2111629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301744763993109074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOUxeOYslI/AAAAAAAAChI/ZhtWk6jD7T4/s320/P2111629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is usually what we do when we are together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only on wednesdays, this group of people.&lt;br /&gt;What we do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shop at school bazaars, eat yogurt ice cream, and take silly photos of ourselves during tutorials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be amazed sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't ever try to guess our age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will be very surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6906338509753615915?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6906338509753615915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6906338509753615915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6906338509753615915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6906338509753615915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-usually-what-we-do-when-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SZOVicI2lEI/AAAAAAAACiY/VADWP-_jKHU/s72-c/P2041561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-7265782599169245196</id><published>2009-02-12T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:08:27.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so excited for so many reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am confirmed going for Craig David concert! I already got my tickets! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am halfway through my DLK assignment. Part 1 done, and Part 2, almost there.. reaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am meeting the girls later for seafood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am meeting my boyfriend later after ermm, a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I just got my pay!! After being very kering gusi since I got back from KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have found that perfect pinky things for his present. in NIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am thrilled for the chalet next month. And I just can't wait about the planning and buying part. which I am already planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am anxiously waiting for the 1st year to come in May. I told you I feel 16 in this relationship. Truly 16 even though I am turning 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am turning 22 soon!! Come quick June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Now finally!! I am just freaking excited for just everything above!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-7265782599169245196?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7265782599169245196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=7265782599169245196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7265782599169245196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/7265782599169245196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-excited-for-so-many-reasons-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1212984820340763025</id><published>2009-02-10T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:33:53.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I have confuse Brad Pitt and Leonardo Dicaprio??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I saw that Revolutionary Road book, I was like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Eh!! theres a book on it! I watched it already."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confidently, commenting the movie was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then 2 days ago, I just realised that no, Revolutionary Rd was Leo and the one I watch was Brad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The curious case of Benjamin Button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bodoh. So blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet if hui wen read this, she will surely go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"As always."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1212984820340763025?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1212984820340763025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1212984820340763025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1212984820340763025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1212984820340763025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-could-i-have-confuse-brad-pitt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4587998940653890952</id><published>2009-02-09T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:27:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever had the fun of hitting your boyfriend when he made you really mad that you were in tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did! For the first time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I can stop torturing myself since he is there for me to hit on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he makes me mad, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4587998940653890952?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4587998940653890952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4587998940653890952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4587998940653890952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4587998940653890952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-had-fun-of-hitting-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-4011480199780782873</id><published>2009-02-09T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:57:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our grammar is in 2 and half hours time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone is going in with a whirlwind knowledge of english grammar and linguistics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha-ha-ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andandand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more thing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to craig david's concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be geared up in front of the computer, with Sistic website on exactly at 9am in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huahua!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Mal, thanks for the info! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Singing to the tune of Maroon 5* Saturday morning, rain is not falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Friend woke me up with this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"BESTFRIEND!! CRAIG DAVID IS COMING TO SINGAPORE!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excited or what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke boyfriend up, and I i got slammed for waking him up when he had just fallen asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;('__')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-4011480199780782873?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4011480199780782873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=4011480199780782873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4011480199780782873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/4011480199780782873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-grammar-is-in-2-and-half-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5020147833646579857</id><published>2009-02-08T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:33:07.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr Wee cheat my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought the answers for Practice Papers will be out on Blackboard yesterday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAKDE PUN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grammar is tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eeekk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5020147833646579857?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5020147833646579857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5020147833646579857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5020147833646579857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5020147833646579857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/dr-wee-cheat-my-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1058316236475378627</id><published>2009-02-06T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:42:44.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah GREAT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly, I am so sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coughing and running nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when I had recovered from my diarrhoea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i am waiting eagerly for the English Practice Papers to be out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1058316236475378627?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1058316236475378627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1058316236475378627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1058316236475378627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1058316236475378627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-great-suddenly-i-am-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-2210910708964914646</id><published>2009-02-03T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:11:08.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am looking forward to Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It better work out or I am really gonna freak out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-2210910708964914646?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2210910708964914646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=2210910708964914646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2210910708964914646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/2210910708964914646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-looking-forward-to-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1468851072350340098</id><published>2009-02-03T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:35:30.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYcgI1lriEI/AAAAAAAAChA/LupTo47gY-0/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298238822820841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYcgI1lriEI/AAAAAAAAChA/LupTo47gY-0/s320/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My used-to-be-skinny boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was walking alone yesterday, on my way to pick him up from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Sunday night, I saw so many army boys with their girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sending them back to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There, I was smiling to myself how silly I was back then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sending my best boy friend, whom is now my REAL boyfriend back to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accompanying him day and night on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forcing him to find reception in the jungle so that he can contact me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also, wasting $$ on cab fare so I could send him back to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him sneaking away from camp so that we could have supper at Jalan Kayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him being my "girlfriend" for shopping during camp on-site days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kaki mengumpat and my kaki mengutuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How he put smiles on my face with his merepek linggo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I accompanied him to find presents for his then ex-girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And me always calling him stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still keeps me laughing during those silly days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1468851072350340098?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1468851072350340098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1468851072350340098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1468851072350340098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1468851072350340098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-used-to-be-skinny-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYcgI1lriEI/AAAAAAAAChA/LupTo47gY-0/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-116084369887369112</id><published>2009-02-02T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:44:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The chalet is next month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His birthday is next month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am ready to make it a wonderful, unforgettable birthday for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get ready babey!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-116084369887369112?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116084369887369112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=116084369887369112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/116084369887369112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/116084369887369112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/chalet-is-next-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-5167776692265266472</id><published>2009-02-02T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:48:44.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I have not stepped into my Science lecture yet since Semester started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I realised attendance is taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks eh krgs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tau nak bilang aku attendance taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, wake up for Monday morning lecture will you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-5167776692265266472?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5167776692265266472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=5167776692265266472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5167776692265266472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/5167776692265266472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-have-not-stepped-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6402492537021646963</id><published>2009-01-31T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:32:19.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;People have been bothering us with our rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice la, shiny la, blablabla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our rings only costs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM 3.90 la!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we got it like in July I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shame to Silvera, which we paid $ 50++.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But got rusted instead only after weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6402492537021646963?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6402492537021646963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6402492537021646963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6402492537021646963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6402492537021646963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-have-been-bothering-us-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-6054407035735788194</id><published>2009-01-31T13:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:31:44.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYPrX8XCEVI/AAAAAAAACgw/ny9y405jpBU/s1600-h/n1103552408_30281376_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297336383290085714" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYPpq3qVMzI/AAAAAAAACfQ/M3y5NDECjys/s320/n1103552408_30281379_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYPpq0EwaSI/AAAAAAAACfI/Q4RwbxSVYWI/s1600-h/n1103552408_30281378_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297334508460206370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYPpq0EwaSI/AAAAAAAACfI/Q4RwbxSVYWI/s320/n1103552408_30281378_2159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYPpqyexo5I/AAAAAAAACfA/yes58SW3EGA/s1600-h/n1103552408_30281377_1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297334508032467858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYPpqyexo5I/AAAAAAAACfA/yes58SW3EGA/s320/n1103552408_30281377_1940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The peektures from KL trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day started out early at 4am for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With boyfriend popping up in front of my door, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he is working at 8 am later and didn't sleep the whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he didn't bathe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smelly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the airport where the four boyfriends' half-hearted look, letting us go for a girls' only holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think, if they could stick to the glass window, they would la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kwakwa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reaching KLIA at 7 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a bus to KL Sentral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took the monorail and a nice breakfast our hotel's Subway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masjid India first ahead with purchase of loads of kain, KLCC for a really good shopping experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check in to our hotel, Tune Hotel, pretty clean place just that no TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Berjaya Times Square and Sungei Wang plus MacDonalds wings for Dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, came the bad experience with Petaling Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rude, Rude, Rude!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't explain further even though we bought loads of things there after bargaining2 with the rude people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though some were nice and friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retreat plus girls talk and ended up snoring at 3 am in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning for more shopping at Sungei Wang and Berjaya Times Square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And more Masjid India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a really cold night at 4 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Final Day, to Genting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very cold Genting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a very scary, wobbly cable car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With me vomitting of seeing things that I shouldn't be seeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me, you wouldn't want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 rides in 3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loads of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to airport at 8.30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We flew at 10.10 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach KL with 4 bags, Reach Singapore with 1o bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy, Relieved faces on our boyfriends' faces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOME, SWEET, HOME..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-6054407035735788194?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6054407035735788194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=6054407035735788194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6054407035735788194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/6054407035735788194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/peektures-from-kl-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYPrX8XCEVI/AAAAAAAACgw/ny9y405jpBU/s72-c/n1103552408_30281376_1739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-496924189536739067</id><published>2009-01-30T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:58:21.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will pray hard for you okay Sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insyaallah, you will get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insyaallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-496924189536739067?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/496924189536739067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=496924189536739067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/496924189536739067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/496924189536739067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-pray-hard-for-you-okay-sayang.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-156200984358231331</id><published>2009-01-30T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:44:57.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYK8P98NZnI/AAAAAAAACe4/7PhXu8g591M/s1600-h/P1301550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003094252283506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYK8P98NZnI/AAAAAAAACe4/7PhXu8g591M/s320/P1301550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYK8Puos5SI/AAAAAAAACew/hayaDfMZ5VI/s1600-h/P1301547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003090143929634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYK8Puos5SI/AAAAAAAACew/hayaDfMZ5VI/s320/P1301547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYK8PYpNtpI/AAAAAAAACeo/vtXOEIQ_6yg/s1600-h/P1301549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003084240500370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYK8PYpNtpI/AAAAAAAACeo/vtXOEIQ_6yg/s320/P1301549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How much he hated pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how much his girlfriend loves pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the extent that she bought him a &lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt; Fred Perry Polo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how cute he looks in pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now a very cute idea for his birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"23 things that are pink."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nak tak Sayang??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pink wallet, pink watch, pink shirt, pink pants, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO PINKY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My PINKY PINK boyfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-156200984358231331?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/156200984358231331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=156200984358231331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/156200984358231331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/156200984358231331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-much-he-hated-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYK8P98NZnI/AAAAAAAACe4/7PhXu8g591M/s72-c/P1301550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-8695523467960330611</id><published>2009-01-29T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:14:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYG43eStuvI/AAAAAAAACeY/SQ8PBbtdtNY/s1600-h/P1291544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296717899928287986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYG43eStuvI/AAAAAAAACeY/SQ8PBbtdtNY/s320/P1291544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a beautiful evening with the bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Major excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW, PRESENTING.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Abang Syahrul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296717370153253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYG4YougPEI/AAAAAAAACeQ/r23QtE9yBws/s320/P1291545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Want a clearer picture???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeng, jeng, jeng...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296717902116734482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYG43mcexhI/AAAAAAAACeg/D7smAVn4u1E/s320/P1291546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amaciam?? Okay tak Dee?? Ade potential tak?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-8695523467960330611?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8695523467960330611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=8695523467960330611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8695523467960330611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/8695523467960330611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-beautiful-evening-with-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYG43eStuvI/AAAAAAAACeY/SQ8PBbtdtNY/s72-c/P1291544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-1266107619573466655</id><published>2009-01-29T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:17:05.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYEeZamhjxI/AAAAAAAACeI/8jWKqT8O4WA/s1600-h/P1241520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296548058750881554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYEeZamhjxI/AAAAAAAACeI/8jWKqT8O4WA/s320/P1241520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We argue alot over many little trivial things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I have lots of flaws, manymany small ones and also big ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he always do sweet little things, even small ones, but will still bring me to tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like when he had a long day at work and didn't sleep but still sent me to the airport and fetch me from the airport during wee hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like when he still said, I love you even though I did something grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm never good enough for anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I was never meant to be with someone I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe just the way I am, is just not suitable for someone, anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the reason why I am in doubt and insecure of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-1266107619573466655?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1266107619573466655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=1266107619573466655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1266107619573466655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/1266107619573466655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-argue-alot-over-many-little-trivial.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYEeZamhjxI/AAAAAAAACeI/8jWKqT8O4WA/s72-c/P1241520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18341936.post-3190947149649234101</id><published>2009-01-28T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:29:23.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A shock came forward when I heard my good friend, Fid was in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accident, car hit her bike from behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scary or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard the news, straight to the hospital after work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad state, stitches on the head, fractured leg and operation near the spine, lots of bruises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296351100343106226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYBrQ7WzOrI/AAAAAAAACeA/OJypyWspJ_k/s320/P1281542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On a veryveryvery good note, CONGRATULATIONS TO MY DEARY MAL!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;peektures of the boyfriend will be uploaded tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gambar si Abang Syahrul kite..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18341936-3190947149649234101?l=my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3190947149649234101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18341936&amp;postID=3190947149649234101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3190947149649234101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18341936/posts/default/3190947149649234101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-lived-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/shock-came-forward-when-i-heard-my-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Suhaila Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866992162175918564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kzb4XHsrOb0/SYBrQ7WzOrI/AAAAAAAACeA/OJypyWspJ_k/s72-c/P1281542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
