<?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-8713879558502552499</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:50:29.125-07:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='irony'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='food'/><category term='4S3'/><category term='og11'/><category term='family'/><category term='FSF'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='dreams?'/><category term='career'/><category term='dreams and fantasies'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='big dreams'/><category term='angklung and kulintang ensemble'/><category term='2008'/><category term='most random post ever'/><category term='religious'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>like a rose baby.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-4636903366106493431</id><published>2010-01-08T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:40:17.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/S0bu3v3DUQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NcClBFfPFJU/s1600-h/Flying_away_by_Falkone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424285442721927426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/S0bu3v3DUQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NcClBFfPFJU/s320/Flying_away_by_Falkone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much that this broken heart can't say.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you know, cause you don't.&lt;br /&gt;I try to make up for it by making life beautiful in other ways,&lt;br /&gt;But its always this constant fear and darkness that I fall back in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not perfect enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any sympathy, I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going, don't bother trying to find me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back once I find my way out of this darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Behind all these pretence, is just another girl who hates herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4636903366106493431?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4636903366106493431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4636903366106493431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4636903366106493431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4636903366106493431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-so-much-that-this-broken-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/S0bu3v3DUQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NcClBFfPFJU/s72-c/Flying_away_by_Falkone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-1479782261362390043</id><published>2010-01-06T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:35:50.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one thing that i'm really thankful for is the fact that i've been taking lit ever since i got introduced to the subject in sec1 and have had wonderful teachers all along.&lt;br /&gt;it's such a beautiful subject to study, and the best thing is, it doesnt confine you. you're open to different perspectives, you get to voice out your opinion based on how you see it, you get to put yourself in other ppl's shoes etc etc...you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta admit, it made me more mature in different aspects.&lt;br /&gt;but what i'm more thankful for is that just coincidentally, we're doing women in literature now, like we did back then in crescent.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not exactly a hardcore feminist but i can never stand it when women are supposedly deemed as the 'weaker' sex.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, im totally for equality and justice that every bit of inequality or injustice is enough to make me flare up. but thats beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;i hate hate hate how women are confined to all these seriously stupid expectations. (religion aside. although i'm making myself seriously convinced that its for our own good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i kinda have my resolutions! like yeah, whats new right?&lt;br /&gt;but i have some rly serious issues that i'm gonna handle and accomplish. so its not rly a resolution i guess. but wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'resolutions':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.) Hanisah'sOperationBeautiful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is NOT like the original Operation Beautiful. this came out of a sudden sometime this week. cause i just realised how tired i am of being ugly. i dont consider myself someone with low self esteem but lately, i just feel super ugly from head to toe and i hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i shall cleanse myself on the inside too. be beautiful on the inside and outside (Y) not easy and a long way to go man hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2.) do NOT be judgemental and refrain from bitching at all. in any forms. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is kinda like a joint resolution with G cause we realised that we're judgemental. :/&lt;br /&gt;not allowed to call anyone weird. although OMG its the hardest thing to do. hahaha. weird has become an essential word in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.) INVEST INVEST INVEST &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i can in whatever way possible. main priority goes to resolution no.1 and CASH. like, invest my money in stuff...although i've srsly no idea how to go about doing it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that i need/want to do by the end of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.) s3 07/08 class gathering! :D &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgggg yes! everyone's everywhere so its gonna be real hard to gather everyone. with the A's this yr, ppl in poly having diff schedules, overseas etc. but yeah man, gonna do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2.) day trip with Sayangs to Malaysia! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this seems realistic provided that one of our parents follow (maybe raihan's or mine?) there's too much good and cheap food in malaysia man. shopping and movie marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.) get a violinnnnn yay :) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum has always supported the idea of us learning violin and this is (Y). ever since i've come to adore (adore, in a formal way. if there's such a thing) the vj dude who actually made me melt with his playing, i'm psyched to actually start learning how to play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4.) get myself in shape for dance classeS :P &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kind of a follow up from resolution no1. i've shortlisted a number of classes which seem interesting.&lt;br /&gt;1.) Jazz ballet/lyrical jazz/latin jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tc_k7fkqui8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tc_k7fkqui8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how cute right!!)&lt;br /&gt;2.) BODY MOVEMENT. this seems very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7ALlhTvcAw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7ALlhTvcAw&amp;hl=en_US&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;3.) hiphop grrl. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;4.) partner salsa/ladies salsa&lt;br /&gt;5.).....POLE DANCING. HAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-E3_ifE5Kc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-E3_ifE5Kc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that cool or what? and yes, contrary to popular belief, pole dancing is NOT a seductive dance. its so....beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so yeah, time to lose weight and srsly gain an awesome and nice tummy (with abs) and build up on those leg muscles. YEAHH MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1479782261362390043?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1479782261362390043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1479782261362390043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1479782261362390043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1479782261362390043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-thing-that-im-really-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4020561583869726266</id><published>2009-12-18T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:40:39.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi love, how have you been doing?</title><content type='html'>the night's so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;its time that i should be blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, idk where to start....maybe the week after guitar camp.&lt;br /&gt;impromptu and last min things happened, which is good i say.&lt;br /&gt;things planned way beforehand nvr seem to work for us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(woah it rhymes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that week, i rmb baking choc chip cookies with sis, which was just YUMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;and, uh, on sun parents ditched us at jp AGAIN (i swear im hating that place.....more info on it later). appetite jacked like crazy, sick of jp food.&lt;br /&gt;after which, we headed down to grandma's house for bday celebration. cake was absolutely YUMMM.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to malaysia at night and there was this whole traffic jam and all but we managed to catch new moon there. which was awesome and cheap. awesome as in, the whole experience, not the movie. there was no peak to it. no idea why my mum loved it so much. worse traffic jam otw back to SG and i was so bored i was reduced to sticking my head out of the car window and scrutinizing all the cars around us. retarded, i know. it was alr 1am, what do you expect 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon, after tuition, parents picked me up and we actually went out. like OUT shopping and all. at sim lim and vivo. OMG wth right. i was totally make-up-less. oh, dont get me wrong, just that i was having a horrible horrible breakout and my dressing was pure crap. i'm not vain, really. just that i dont feel that i look presentable, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming with some of the girls on tues! ok actually with mus only LOL cause rohaida didnt swim and we only met raihan after that.&lt;br /&gt;after which, we went to jp(agn, for the countless time.)&lt;br /&gt;so, me&amp;amp;sis bought a box of chewy jnr to bring back home.&lt;br /&gt;i freaking ate only ONE piece.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and thats how my horrible tummy ache happened. i can almost swear its the cheddar cheese topping! it tasted funny, not as per normal. this was when my 60 hour starvation started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, wed was pure torture. i was so convinced i was gonna die. woke up at 4 am with the worst ache ever. feels like im having contractions or smth. (haha, im just guessing). amidst all the pain, fell back asleep and woke up in the morn feeling a billion times worse. D: by noon, it was so bad i was pulling my hair and screaming/yelping/wtv you wanna call it (hahah, im making myself sound so deranged here.) but its true. the pain was so intense that i was so tired and fell asleep, only to be woken up countless times by the pain. went to the docs and oh boy, wasnt he useless! :/ the pain reduced by nighttime. which was when i got my fever :0 and it became worse over the night. so the next day, by afternoon, fever nearly gone. but. i had to suffer this thing called backaches. after curling up in a ball ever since i slept on tues night....&lt;br /&gt;and appetite totally totally jacked for the next few days onwards! could barely eat anth for a while, i kinda had a phobia of food.&lt;br /&gt;so its like, horror after horror after horror :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragged my ass to sch on fri just to get our lit book, omg. studied with raihan after that and i didnt have appetite for BK! like omg, i can nvr resist BK :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to rmb that weekend, so skippppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody wasted time going for guitar on tues. the worst, ever. luckily went out to study with raihan to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;and went bugis&amp;amp; haji lane with amira&amp;amp;raihan on wed!&lt;br /&gt;feeling rather...cranky cause i was very very tired after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and, i didnt manage to get anything. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;but my friends are so awesome, they lift my mood :D&lt;br /&gt;so drained today, didnt follow them to bugis agn D:&lt;br /&gt;and im srsly wondering why im so worn-out this week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm nearly done with revision, quite a relief, and surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i guess i'd better be sleeping soon...i can foresee tmr being a tiring day D:&lt;br /&gt;if there's even gonna be a tmr for me. hah, if you get what i mean. no, not in the dying or end-of-the-world aspect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4020561583869726266?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4020561583869726266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4020561583869726266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4020561583869726266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4020561583869726266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-love-how-have-you-been-doing.html' title='hi love, how have you been doing?'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1480880403470549868</id><published>2009-12-01T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:04:27.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as mentioned by G, guitar camp feels more like a chalet than a cca camp!&lt;br /&gt;we alr started counting down to the end of the camp six hours after the start.&lt;br /&gt;but its not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;bonded well with the girls, changed perspective on certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;learnt more kinds of card games than songs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but alhamdulillah, the girls didnt mind me praying in the dorm and even accompanied me :D&lt;br /&gt;overall, a nice experience, and i can genuinely say now with relief that i dont think most of the guitar ppl are 'weird' :D&lt;br /&gt;with some real hardcore ones who never fail to lay their hands on the guitars at every spare time possible. ah, they're beautiful (both meanings) that way. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after months, i can still listen to broken hearted girl over and over again and not get sick of it. not that i neccessarily have to be broken hearted, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;gotta be one of my favourite songs ever, i've never been addicted to a song for an ENTIRE year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest night, had a dreaming spree again.&lt;br /&gt;dreamt four times, and you appeared in all four dreams.&lt;br /&gt;must you haunt me even in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;i love you, you dont have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, unlike the many years before, this year's 'last day of school' had a different kick to it.&lt;br /&gt;reached school at a record time of 9.15am. WHOOOOH! (&lt;-not purposely okay! hah)&lt;br /&gt;missed the whole of ms z's lit and i came to sch only for ms k's lit, which i feel is a bloody waste of time considering the fact that i could barely keep my eyes open for the second half of the 1h lecture. AND i totally forgot to submit my math assignment, which was one of the main reasons why i still bothered to drag myself to school. AND NOT ONLY THAT..........the sayangs did smth mean to me after sch D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss those going-to-town-after-school days ):&lt;br /&gt;how nice life was back then.&lt;br /&gt;no plans? okay, we'll go to town and see what we can do/spend on there.&lt;br /&gt;potong pasir is nothing but an inaccessible, ulu corner in Singapore :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting down to studying now, and its kinda hard, cause life's so distracting now. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1480880403470549868?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1480880403470549868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1480880403470549868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1480880403470549868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1480880403470549868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-mentioned-by-g-guitar-camp-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5333552128293084311</id><published>2009-11-24T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:07:34.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Swvu2dXnaZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-3427oMHAu4/s1600/2nd+velocity+ice+skating+challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Swvu2dXnaZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-3427oMHAu4/s320/2nd+velocity+ice+skating+challenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407678396952439186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Annual Velocity Ice Skating Challenge '09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28th-29th November 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im bloody gonna miss the whole of it, thanks to guitar camp :)&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG WTH i almost wanted to cry D:&lt;br /&gt;like, figure skating in singapore is not rly a big thing yknow, we dont have the luxury of having competitions/challenges/showcases/performances all year round. ): to me its equivalent to not being able to go for like........singfest or smth.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat was a good good time.&lt;br /&gt;ATTEMPTED to go for the social networking thingy, but ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;there was a major accident at the expressway, leaving us stuck for superrrrr long and by the time we reached bugis, it was alr an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;so what else, we headed to bk for brunch :P&lt;br /&gt;and bought purses and accessories after that.&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WANNA DIE. i've been spending so much lately. (ESPECIALLY ever since after our shopping spree right after the promos)&lt;br /&gt;like, when i went out with da galz on friday before cca, and i didnt even expect to spend on anth besides food, WHAT MORE A DRESS :0&lt;br /&gt;and its precisely because things are getting cheaper and cheaper and my resources are expanding. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;me and da galz are turning into serious shopaholics, ESP MUS. this.is.baddddd. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw! the pementasan was GOOOOD. very admirable work by the jnrs, honestly. glad that they uphold the standards which our snrs have built up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swensens with most of kelas k after thattttt! miss them, love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i tell you how much i hate going jp on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;seriously sucks. infested with annoying people.&lt;br /&gt;luckily all my jurong friends are lovable! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, there's a conclusion that we come to:&lt;br /&gt;people who confuse us with their behaviour, are actually confused themselves. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5333552128293084311?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5333552128293084311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5333552128293084311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5333552128293084311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5333552128293084311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/2nd-annual-velocity-ice-skating.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Swvu2dXnaZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-3427oMHAu4/s72-c/2nd+velocity+ice+skating+challenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-7244242801549232869</id><published>2009-11-19T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:27:47.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='most random post ever'/><title type='text'>most random post ever</title><content type='html'>i saw on fb, the fan grp of "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Staying online until the person you like goes to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH who isnt guilty of that. (i can relate esp when during the whole AhLeong crushin thing. he doesnt sleep at all, i swear. i always gave up at two MAX. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;but then it got me thinking, cause from the comments on the page, the ppl stay up till 3/4/5/6 for their CRUSH. (ahem. skarang dah jadi sensitive word doh. lol. )&lt;br /&gt;who in their right minds stay up so late, i mean, the ppl who they are crushin on.&lt;br /&gt;SO, i got me thinking again, what if, both parties on both sides are doing the same thing?! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;like, the guy stays up late to wait for the girl to go offline, and the girl is doing the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;and both of them end up waiting for each other, both not knowing and unaware, thinking the other party is doing lots of things behind their desk.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL ROFL HAHAHHA GOSH, I THINK THATS PRETTY HILARIOUS,&lt;br /&gt;and rather logical too.&lt;br /&gt;SO PEOPLE, START SLEEPING/GOING OFFLINE EARLY!&lt;br /&gt;dont affect your beloved ones :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. gosh, i know its a weird theory, but if its a fact, then.......its a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. im blabbering. sheesh :/ pardon me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should sleep early too today! i promised G to try and not be angsty during guitar tmr :S&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand guitar, its so annoying. its not just the instructor, or the people, or the guitar-playing itself. but its every little thing combined together, that makes it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;(although ironically, we attend almost every single session, purely out of not wanting to feel any sense of guilt and not wanting to miss out on anything=getting worse the next session.)&lt;br /&gt;but i think joining guitar is such a disappointment for me. not that im saying we're bad, but i think the way things are in the ensemble, its not really my cup of tea. dance, choir, angklung, they've all been awesome (which was why i chose to quit interact and join guitar. WTF)&lt;br /&gt;and during the previous guitar prac, OMGGGGG i never missed angklung so much.&lt;br /&gt;loved the instructor, loved the friends, loved playing the instruments, loved the spirit of togetherness, loved the atmosphere, loved playing the angklung. total love, really.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay i guess, at least im starting to learn to accept and love the people in guitar more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quoted from my friend's friend on fb:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ni lelaki new age, smue pemalu. if you live during the renaissance period you'll get men writing you love letters, brandishing swords for you and asking you to let go your long long hair so they can climb to your window"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH OMG HOW CUTE. and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is made up of totally, totally random stuff. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7244242801549232869?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7244242801549232869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7244242801549232869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7244242801549232869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7244242801549232869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-random-post-ever.html' title='most random post ever'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-3736034989188863197</id><published>2009-11-16T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:13:14.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart of the matter</title><content type='html'>recap on the past 'exciting' week. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G came to my house on thurs :D&lt;br /&gt;to 'practice' guitar tgt. LOL. total failed attempt. we only did.....scales and half of a song.&lt;br /&gt;and herianti and raihan came after that :D watched pochong 2, ate a lot and 'studied'. herianti got me playing flyflyII ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had guitar prac on fri, oooooh very exciting eh? :S&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning how to play my own songs faster than the rate in which we are learning our ensemble pieces. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat, we ATTEMPTED to come for the ymc sessions to help facilitate the jnrs.&lt;br /&gt;macs for brunch = DOUBLEcheezeburger+MEDIUMfries = D:&lt;br /&gt;waited for liy, and athirah's words were so true. by the time we left macs, it was nearly 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;although the place was supposedly just across the road and the sessions start at 2. ROFL TTM.&lt;br /&gt;so, we went into the place, excited and all..............only to realize that we got the wrong place -.-&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to plaza sing, thinking it was there.&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one to alight the cab and before i got down, the uncle asked me:&lt;br /&gt;"you all Indonesian? :)" HAHAHAHHAH. doesnt mean that we dont talk the minah way, we're not locals okay :S&lt;br /&gt;but most amusing part of the day, has got to be liy walking all around plaza sing and far east with only one side of her sandals on. LOL. new fashion statement eh?&lt;br /&gt;met amira after that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun, raihan's family + my family went down to sign up for the tuition thingy.&lt;br /&gt;OMG 400 for one month/eight hours, i almost wanted to cry! i can.........shop so much with that amt of money D:&lt;br /&gt;but its okay! for our own good, useless c*** who only wants to give us consultation ONE week before our exams. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;but benjamin (OUR TUTOR) is omfg hot ttm? ;)&lt;br /&gt;he was from SAJC too and knows the 'notorious' ms k. hah!&lt;br /&gt;shopped in town after that :0 like as though making my parents burn that 400 bucks just like that is not enough to make me feel guilty (IT DID. but shopping and tuition are two totally different issues)&lt;br /&gt;at least my whole family spent, so that makes me feel less guilty.&lt;br /&gt;mum made dad drove all the way to bugis just for chewy junior -.- her being addicted to it, is such an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we got our new lit books for ms k's lit class! im like super excited and jakun that i started reading straight away? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;bugis for lunch, then haji lane.&lt;br /&gt;according to raihan, "we're not weird enough" LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3736034989188863197?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3736034989188863197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=3736034989188863197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3736034989188863197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3736034989188863197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-of-matter.html' title='heart of the matter'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-436348500668426601</id><published>2009-11-10T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:00:06.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ought to blog about happier stuff and not emo, depressing things. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw! PW officially, finally over!&lt;br /&gt;a great relief, really.&lt;br /&gt;after all the struggling with our eom and i&amp;amp;r over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;OP last fri went........not bad i say :) a hell lot better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;with only 4 classmates as the audience and NO msk/mrchen/mslo, of course its much better :p&lt;br /&gt;crazy eating day, i swear i gained weight!&lt;br /&gt;pizzahut+b&amp;amp;j+laupasat in a span of six hours D: omg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yest was kinda horrid D:&lt;br /&gt;she came early in the morning, already in a bad mood, and we got scolded like crazy for everything?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna buy a mirror for her for next year's teacher's day. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;jennifer's body is a nice movie! despite raihan trying to convince us before watching it that its a stupid show. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;full of obscene, sexual scenes and a certain degree of brutality, but overall, its (Y).&lt;br /&gt;and we saw.....CIKGU K! :D (LOL, NOT msk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......life's so boring like that, i dont even know what else to update on :0&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that came to my mind when i saw yuki's msg was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"WHY THE HELL DID I EVEN JOIN GUITAR IN THE FIRST PLACE?! :@"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;URGH, i wanna quit :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-436348500668426601?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/436348500668426601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=436348500668426601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/436348500668426601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/436348500668426601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-ought-to-blog-about-happier-stuff-and.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6961730564310683568</id><published>2009-11-06T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:51:43.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;one word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but its okay, i've learnt long ago that life's gonna be full of disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;i've made others disappointed, i should know that there will also be people who will make me disappointed too, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At least i know that i'm not the one forming a circle of barrier around myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6961730564310683568?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-3069270142125361574</id><published>2009-11-02T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:35:57.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking.</title><content type='html'>i never felt so frustrated and cheated.&lt;br /&gt;its so disappointing, worse than any feeling i ever got.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i just cant stop crying because my heart is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;i hate crying, because i feel so weak and exposed whenever i cry.&lt;br /&gt;i hate crying because crying only takes away a portion of the pain,&lt;br /&gt;but slowly it builds up again over time.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling this way, because i know that there's more to life and things like this will easily tide over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I still cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this in one of my posts in my LJ last week:&lt;br /&gt;"life's been so down lately, its just plain horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm so distant from the world now that nothing seems to make sense anymore&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;particularly like the last line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3069270142125361574?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3069270142125361574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=3069270142125361574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3069270142125361574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3069270142125361574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking.html' title='breaking.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-35509621747529512</id><published>2009-11-01T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:26:29.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>I agree that love is so hard to define.&lt;br /&gt;but after so long, after 17 years, i just realised what it takes to love.&lt;br /&gt;when you love, you ache for that person's overall well-being in every single aspect of his/her life, more than you ache for that person's company and love. i think you'll agree with me, how insane it is when you find yourself constantly praying for all the blessings that you want God to give to that person. hahah. but i think thats what makes love such a beautiful thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that was very random. feeling inspirational now. this week was quite excitinggggg but i shall blog more soon, another time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-35509621747529512?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/35509621747529512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=35509621747529512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/35509621747529512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/35509621747529512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6735255412407754784</id><published>2009-10-27T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:14:20.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am weirdly happy bout the fact that i left house at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.10&lt;/span&gt; today and reached school at 8.45. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;though the morning was disastrous. i felt like i was going insane, gonna puke any moment and just couldnt stop crying and crying like a baby :0&lt;br /&gt;haha. thats pms+stress combined, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, found out last minute bout the printing and stuff and so, i took like foreverrrr to do it.&lt;br /&gt;but thank god for this thing called FRIENDS. cause mus and vera were &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; late too and we took mus's uncle's cab to sch :D&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, reached sch late, the class got scolded etc etc. sigh, whats new?&lt;br /&gt;we're prolly too immune to all these, omg we must be some bunch of bloody strong girls.&lt;br /&gt;ANW, the whole thing which i printed was wrong. BLOODY HELL. but its ok, i dont rly mind. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran around a lot today. q funny if you were there to witness the different scenes.&lt;br /&gt;AND my grpmates toh-tal-lay made my day today! like sir-ee-ers-lay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. ok, enough of the crapping.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the fact that our pw teachers have a lack of communication man. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6735255412407754784?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6735255412407754784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6735255412407754784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6735255412407754784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6735255412407754784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-weirdly-happy-bout-fact-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-574243367964257045</id><published>2009-10-21T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:40:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken-hearted girl</title><content type='html'>Rasul keeps calling me broken-hearted girl!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, which is so not true. Doesn't mean that I love the song so much, I am broken-hearted?!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really, the song is so amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT today I really am broken-hearted. Due to a number of things D:&lt;br /&gt;Some of which are least expected, of course. Not in a superficial way or those cliche kind.&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be many points in life whereby life gets very tough.&lt;br /&gt;All around you, you'll see faces which you don't recognise.&lt;br /&gt;I always have this fear of death,&lt;br /&gt;and this fear of losing myself, to a world which I don't even know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I should be thankful that God opened up my eyes to see this world around me, see it in a different way, in a different light. Because if not, I guess I'll never get to feel the true essence of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-574243367964257045?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/574243367964257045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=574243367964257045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/574243367964257045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/574243367964257045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-hearted-girl.html' title='broken-hearted girl'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8988199435865166459</id><published>2009-10-20T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:08:16.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this thingy which i did on fb some time ago...&lt;br /&gt;"What Attracts You Most in the Opposite Sex?"&lt;br /&gt;1.) charming personality (CHECK)&lt;br /&gt;2.) gorgeous eyes (CHECK)&lt;br /&gt;3.) smart (CHECK)&lt;br /&gt;4.) sings and plays guitar (DOUBLE CHECK)&lt;br /&gt;5.) cute, charming smile (and a sense of humour to go with it ;D) ( TRIPLE CHECK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohamgee?! haha it only dawned upon me a few days ago! now the mystery is solved. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;its your smile that softened my heart. congrats. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mai tuhanu pyaar kardi haan ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar? haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i got my &lt;u&gt;AIR KATIRA&lt;/u&gt; today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;was suddenly craving for it in school just now.&lt;br /&gt;Zed's missing from the face of this earth D:&lt;br /&gt;found out he's no longer there @ suntec.&lt;br /&gt;and not there @ taka too.&lt;br /&gt;raihan suggested that i should try tanglin mall.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt he's there.&lt;br /&gt;HOW! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--3 &lt;/span--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-8988199435865166459?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8988199435865166459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8988199435865166459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8988199435865166459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8988199435865166459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-thingy-which-i-did-on-fb-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6332088044804127387</id><published>2009-10-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:45:06.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yest, i didn't pray. i didn't go through my usual routine of listening to prayers otw to school.&lt;br /&gt;bad?&lt;br /&gt;but God gave me 2 miracles of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) my econs. i was rather disappointed when i got back my results. but then, i checked and i realised one of the parts for my CSQ was not marked at all. then i went to check the final mark list and there was quite a huge error in the marks. SO, i obviously improved (in a sense) and moved one grade up!&lt;br /&gt;2.) BIO. the best miracle ever: an A for my MCQ?!?! which totally pulled everything up. never had i gotten an A for MCQ (lets not talk abt overall grade eh? lol). nvr before this, nvr in sec sch. its so hard for me to even pass. the thing is, i swear i didn't study for the paper. i only started on half of the chaps on the day itself. now yknow why I'm saying its such a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undeniably, i am thankful (:&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up my finals pretty badly but no, i'm not given up on.&lt;br /&gt;i have the constant push from others to thank for, cause my other marks throughout the year and past exams helped a lot. (besides math. math = major disappointment)&lt;br /&gt;even what ms k said to me when she talked to me warmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which! hahaha. she's EXTRA nice to us after she tore our WR into 4 pieces. especially today. EXTRA EXTRA NICE. guilty eh?&lt;br /&gt;1.) she sent an sms to quan regarding smth and has a nice smiley face at the end. its not even a sarcastic one.&lt;br /&gt;2.) she offered us a ride to holland v by cab.&lt;br /&gt;3.) despite me being late, she asked the cab driver to wait for me and wasnt even angry!?&lt;br /&gt;4.) she brought us to have breakfast @ starbucks. thats food+drink.&lt;br /&gt;5.) she spoke so nicely to us and actually sound quite encouraging&lt;br /&gt;6.) she commented that quan's shirt is nice and cute and that my heart-shaped necklace's design is nice?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohamgee? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and today was insane.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i developed this horribly nasty disease called OCAS.&lt;br /&gt;OCAS = Obsessive Compulsive Accessories Shopping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6332088044804127387?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6332088044804127387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6332088044804127387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6332088044804127387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6332088044804127387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/yest-i-didnt-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-3085745904653022106</id><published>2009-10-12T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:00:54.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's probably one of the.....strangest/weirdest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Nice/bad, in an odd way, very odd way.&lt;br /&gt;From morning, all the way till this very moment, i think i experienced enough stuff to start writing on a children's book entitled "My Very Eventful Day".&lt;br /&gt;OMG. im crapping, PW isnt helping?!&lt;br /&gt;but again, today is just so weird. non-a04 kids wont understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3085745904653022106?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-807258819674556455</id><published>2009-10-11T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:10:44.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, what is everyone doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to stop a world which wont stop moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escaping into their own little space to find solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In things that never exist in the very first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my, it's such a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But who's to blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To see how we're all trapped in this endless, vicious cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With hundreds of hearts hoping for some kind of a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please save us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they scream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;please save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never intended for that to rhyme but ohwells, it happened to rhyme for the first few lines and i just continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think that we can be so distracted to a point where we forget where our hearts belong to. not regretting, just saying. what the hell am i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of everything that's school-related is daunting me again.&lt;br /&gt;Both the people and academics.&lt;br /&gt;That includes studies, pw, MSK, friends, mates, you.&lt;br /&gt;argh, screw it. :@&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5760090084811661113</id><published>2009-10-10T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:30:32.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week's such a rocky week.&lt;br /&gt;PW week was bad in a totally different way than i thought it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;took me so long, but i just realised that we cannot even work together and all along, its just......i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;things are so unbelievably weird and screwed up now.&lt;br /&gt;God, save us please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, chances of doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well enough&lt;/span&gt; for the promos are totally dashed. i dont know what else i can hope on for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and, PW week makes me miss my friends so so so much! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. all that aside, today seems like the ultimate lose-your-way day for me D:&lt;br /&gt;wanted to meet L at cityhall but ended up at Outram park instead?!&lt;br /&gt;then i went to bugis to get for myself chewy junior and had some trouble getting to the natl lib.&lt;br /&gt;got lost agn when i went to bugis the second time to get more chewy junior.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hold on to your &lt;s&gt;body&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;but where are you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go there, cause all i wanna do is to stay here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1087294749054433473</id><published>2009-10-03T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:47:27.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should......stop it.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;life's frustrating, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1087294749054433473?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1087294749054433473/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-9149995251266574293</id><published>2009-10-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:24:19.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JOKE 1 OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;son: knock knock&lt;br /&gt;dad: who's there?&lt;br /&gt;son: nobody.&lt;br /&gt;dad: nobody who?&lt;br /&gt;son: -silence-&lt;br /&gt;dad: hey, nobody who?&lt;br /&gt;son:-silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUS: HAHAHAHAHAHAH ROFL HAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;(and the chairs started vibrating- BOTH due to us laughing and the tremors. LOLL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE 2 OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;friend: why is it so dark and cloudy today?&lt;br /&gt;me: because the SUNSHINE was indoors the whole day! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word for myself: LAMEEEEEEEEEEEE. hah. inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. the past few days had been.....very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues, me and raihan had kfc breakfast and i was craving for it ever since i fell sick!&lt;br /&gt;town. walked around ION. found my favourite shop of the year (!!! conversation starters :D). the time traveller's wife. slept for three mins (i swear it was lesser than that?!). spilled cheese on raihan (SORRY!! hahaha). my phone fell in the dark and it somehow flew to the row behind us (LOL). bugis. CHEWY JUNIOR. shopping. empty bus home at night. purrrfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed, we had jalan raya! :D with raihan&amp;amp;mus&amp;amp;herianti&amp;amp;faizah&amp;amp;rohaida&amp;amp;amiraKERUSI&amp;amp;amirahGYM&amp;amp;BRENDA&amp;amp;atiqah.&lt;br /&gt;fun, but extremely tiring. resorted to cabbing home and reached home around 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, slacked around in sch. my phone fell during the movie screening AGN. MANHUNT (HAHAHAH BEST). got high from then on. guitar hero-ed the rest of the time away. BURGER KING (YAYYYYY). i got for myself 2 dresses, a necklace and a belt :D yay. but im still missing SHOES. ahh, shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&amp;amp;J's tmr! the whole week(minus monday) had been awesome so far!&lt;br /&gt;"AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPUTUNITY TO THANK ALL MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS FOR EMBARRASSING ME TTM TODAY. THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT. I WOULDNT HAVE MADE IT HERE TODAY IF NOT FOR ALL YOUR AMAZING AND DEDICATED SUPPORT! LOVE YOU GUYS! *SOBS AND WIPES TEAR AWAY WITH A TISSUE PAPER*"&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!! LOL. its late. i should get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-9149995251266574293?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/9149995251266574293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=9149995251266574293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/9149995251266574293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/9149995251266574293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/joke-1-of-day-son-knock-knock-dad-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7891082373737309664</id><published>2009-09-29T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:40:45.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's q a number of stuff that i wanna update on but im too tired and sleepy and all ):&lt;br /&gt;and my fingers refuse to type properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods; time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.  My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath--a source of little visible delight, but necessary.  Nelly, I am Heathcliff!  He's always, always in my mind--not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being."&lt;br /&gt;-WH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm madly in love with that phrase, even more than i love you. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;yes, Linton may be perceived to be much better in many aspects compared to Heathcliff. But Heathcliff is "always, always in my mind". xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7891082373737309664?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7891082373737309664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7891082373737309664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7891082373737309664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7891082373737309664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-q-number-of-stuff-that-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-2079160648728117000</id><published>2009-09-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:30:09.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5.&lt;br /&gt;its very long.&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;thats even longer.&lt;br /&gt;8-5=3.&lt;br /&gt;not that long, but i miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's in a mess, and im finally admitting to herianti's statement that i am in fact, really crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a lot like lit.&lt;br /&gt;but there's no motif here.&lt;br /&gt;just moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an emotional wreck that sometimes, i cant even stand myself. urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2079160648728117000?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2079160648728117000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2079160648728117000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2079160648728117000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2079160648728117000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/09/5.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-871823670331331345</id><published>2009-09-09T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:48:44.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a whisper in the air you breathe, underneath the sky tonight.&lt;br /&gt;There's a piece of you inside my heart, that runs too deep to describe.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so much more than wonderful, so much more than I can see.&lt;br /&gt;And I could spend forever hoping you'd be here with me, here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world leaves me so winded and with nothing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;There's an angel in your voice that tells me everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so much more than wonderful, so much more than I can see.&lt;br /&gt;And I could spend forever hoping you'd be here with me, here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're so much more than wonderful, so much more than I can see.&lt;br /&gt;And I could spend forever hoping you'd be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so much more than wonderful, so much more than I can see.&lt;br /&gt;And I could spend forever hoping you'd be here with me, here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-here with me (eleventyseven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember being addicted to this song months ago.&lt;br /&gt;and then i forgot bout it for many months (i dont even know how that is possible, but yeah).&lt;br /&gt;now, i just remembered the existence of it and I'm addicted to it again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, such a beautiful song. simple lyrics, but still very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why, but this amused me so much!&lt;br /&gt;"and i think suara sedap is cute, in a different way hahaha. that's totally random. oh and boys, PLEASE change into your uniforms after PE cos i dont want to suffocate in the smell of your sweat. especially ruggers. "&lt;br /&gt;-quoted from rohaida's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;1.) Rohaida's confirm chop stamp obsessed over her new eyecandy/crush. LOL. cute.&lt;br /&gt;2.) kinda mean, but boys are smelly. hahah. sorry to generalize. no hard feelings, if any guy sees this! because its said that BOYS are smelly. guys smell good ;) uhuh uhuh. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy ohmy, its so late/early, no wonder im crapping! hah. but i cant sleeeeeeeeep. i gotta do math now. ); now or neverrrr. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-871823670331331345?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/871823670331331345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=871823670331331345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/871823670331331345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/871823670331331345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-whisper-in-air-you-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-2583064597478450927</id><published>2009-09-01T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:51:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i wanna kill myself now please. (no real suicidal thoughts here though.)&lt;br /&gt;i get into endless mess with myself and i dont even know where im leading myself to.&lt;br /&gt;my brain's making me upset lately cause all i've been doing is math, not because im a geek who loves math (yes i do love math but not to that extent) but only because math is the only subject which you dont need to think too much, in a sense that you dont have to analyze stuff, cause its just so mechanical. so much work left undone, and yet my heart's just.....not here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so burdened, extremely burdened in fact. But strangely, i cant put a finger as to what it is thats burdening my mind. maybe theres too many things, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i admit that i do love school to a certain extent, i think i have this hidden fear. of everything thats school-related. and even life-related in fact. why is life so scary?&lt;br /&gt;for once, im admitting, that during times like these, it'll be nice to have someone to hold and be there by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mind me, all these are just ramblings from a tired, upset and (very) angsty 17 year old ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2583064597478450927?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2583064597478450927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2583064597478450927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2583064597478450927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2583064597478450927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/09/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5817678514604717543</id><published>2009-08-29T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:45:07.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont let go on us tonight, there's been always black and white but haven't I always loved you?</title><content type='html'>woahh friday 1 is here again (HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the fasting week has finally begun! :)&lt;br /&gt;it gets quite challenging, having to control your words, emotions, THOUGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;but thats good (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i dont come here to blog about results and all those crappy academic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but my best subject for this msa is freaking MATH. HAH. joke of the century. my math usually falls under one of the worse subjects. but ohwells, the paper was rather easy and everyone scored -.- oh yes, and my gp and math grades swopped from CT. ): OMG.&lt;br /&gt;okay, not trying to demoralize myself, but i feel so stupid D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, had a little gathering yesterday w siti&amp;amira&amp;raihan&amp;aqilah&amp;hanna to celebrate siti's bday :D baybeats in uniform is definitely not the best thing on a friday night, trust me. &lt;br /&gt;awesome, awesome time with them. &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; like the past. you know its the kind of love that cant be replaced. sigh, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,i think some people should stop over-reading into things. what you see (and perceive) may not be the exact truth and its not fair that things are judged superficially, if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think this curse's doing something weird to me. &lt;br /&gt;because it made me realise that i care, i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5817678514604717543?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5817678514604717543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5817678514604717543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5817678514604717543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5817678514604717543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-let-go-on-us-tonight-theres-been.html' title='dont let go on us tonight, there&apos;s been always black and white but haven&apos;t I always loved you?'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6359489151960962978</id><published>2009-08-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:28:55.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first time missing school due to feeling unwell. it feels weird. yes, im such a noob. i hate missing school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was one of the worst days ever.&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a high fever but i insisted on going to school. the fever did some weird damage to my brain i guess.&lt;br /&gt;then came along the stomachache which was so bad to the extent that i couldnt even walk properly. waited for it to subside and dad sent me to school.&lt;br /&gt;felt giddy throughout the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;people kept asking me, even ms k, whether im unwell.&lt;br /&gt;and i said no with a stupid smile on my face, mainly because i dont wanna be sent home. hahah. damn stupid, i know.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like dying during the later part of the day when my temp reached a record-breaking 39.6 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i survived quite well throughout the whole day :D (besides the fact that i felt rather moody, prolly due to the fever)&lt;br /&gt;had a good sleep in the caf while waiting for dad to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the end. when i opened the car door, the edge of the door smacked right into my lips and the right side of my lips kinda bled D:&lt;br /&gt;my day couldnt get any worse, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;so today, i woke up feeling much better. but only to realise that i caught a flu -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side (very very bright side), i can take my bio next mon :D&lt;br /&gt;AND i do not have to retake my NAPFA test (: i cant jump for nuts and i guess mr yeo has to come to terms with that sooner or later. hah.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i cant wait for the fasting month to begin :D yaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sangat rindu Ah Leong ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6359489151960962978?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6359489151960962978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6359489151960962978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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there.&lt;br /&gt;fear not of falling, when you miss a step.&lt;br /&gt;for your safety net, i shall be.&lt;br /&gt;when you fear loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;dont be scared,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your blanket,&lt;br /&gt;your lover, your friend,&lt;br /&gt;to keep you company all night.&lt;br /&gt;when you have doubts,&lt;br /&gt;dont be disheartened,&lt;br /&gt;for together we wil guide each other,&lt;br /&gt;to what we deem as the truth.&lt;br /&gt;when you feel fear,&lt;br /&gt;pain- the kind that will never go away,&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep my word of holding you close,&lt;br /&gt;taking it all away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna be just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel joy,&lt;br /&gt;happiness,&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction,&lt;br /&gt;i want to see that smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;when you succeed,&lt;br /&gt;achieve your goals,&lt;br /&gt;realise your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;i want to be there to watch you grow,&lt;br /&gt;into the amazing person&lt;br /&gt;whom I've always known.&lt;br /&gt;when you feel love,&lt;br /&gt;i want to be&lt;br /&gt;one of those who let you feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. never thought my thoughts could flow that way.&lt;br /&gt;i think its time that i heed sab's advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-835452273223256554?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/835452273223256554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=835452273223256554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/835452273223256554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/835452273223256554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/08/reassurance-that-i-feel.html' title='the reassurance that i feel'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6956469355922868453</id><published>2009-08-04T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:13:39.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my cough's getting worse and its rly irritating.&lt;br /&gt;although this makes a good reason for me not to eat, or at the very most, just consume fruits.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help either that this physical and emotional drain is weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;i think i just wasted the past 45 mins barely doing anything cause...im just too tired to think.&lt;br /&gt;ms k commented in my journal, when i complained bout last week of how i fell asleep early almost everyday and only completed my work, without even doing any revision. and she said that its because my body is trying to tell me smth.&lt;br /&gt;tired, yes, i know that. but it doesnt work because the more i sleep, the more tired i will feel the next day. the irony? and i srsly cant emphasize more on how much i hate my dreams, or just plain dreaming in my sleep in the first place. like just now during break. i slept for 15 mins but i dreamt of the usual crap and it felt like i barely got any sleep. sucks ttm, yknow. &lt;br /&gt;my hair's falling out at a disastrous rate right now and i think im gonna grow bald soon.&lt;br /&gt;again, its proven that i blog more when im stressed D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, its just so tempting to escape when everything turns upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be like you. i dont fancy you, i just admire you.&lt;br /&gt;please, please dont take it the wrong way. its haunting sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6956469355922868453?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6956469355922868453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6956469355922868453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6956469355922868453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SnW6VEb0-lI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VLXKX_BbUTY/s320/SANY2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SnW6UqGCvkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lH-HTiB_f2U/s1600-h/SANY2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365399395141598786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SnW6UqGCvkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lH-HTiB_f2U/s320/SANY2309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SnW6VU1vVcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hsq9j_e46f8/s1600-h/SANY2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365399406615942594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SnW6VU1vVcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hsq9j_e46f8/s320/SANY2306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO EXCITING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best part? i dont have to fork out a single cent for those 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally totally in love with the black, purple and orange one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wasted over an hour over those and now my nails are colourful and pretty and i dont want to remove them D:&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/8713879558502552499-8086933396080101036?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8086933396080101036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8086933396080101036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8086933396080101036'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>being the usual me, i get easily distracted by articles online.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, everytime, i always discover something new/interesting.&lt;br /&gt;for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 beauty mistakes you might be making &lt;/strong&gt;(oprah.com)&lt;br /&gt;(of course im just putting some here which i think, might be relevant to some of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.)&lt;u&gt;Don't Spritz Fragrance Directly on Your Hair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most perfume contains alcohol, which is drying to the hair, says Sarah Horowitz-Thran, creator of Sarah Horowitz Parfums. If you want a halo of your favorite scent, spray some into the palm of your hand, clap a few times to make the alcohol evaporate, then run your fingers through your hair. With a roll-on bottle, dab the fragrance on the tip of each finger, wave your hands for a few seconds, and then pat your head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.) &lt;u&gt;Are You Pumping Your Mascara Wand to Get More Product?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't. Every mascara tube has a built-in wiper that cleans the same amount of product off the wand each time you pull it out, says cosmetic chemist Jerry Bisram. But, more important, pumping the wand forces air into the chamber of the mascara tube, which mixes with the formula, causing the mascara to deposit unevenly on your lashes. Pumping also may be the reason your mascara smudges; friction softens the formula, so it takes longer to set. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.) &lt;u&gt;Don't Rely on the SPF in Your Foundation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To measure SPF in a lab, the chemist puts 2 milligrams of the product on every square centimeter of skin," says Leslie Baumann, MD, professor of dermatology at the University of Miami. That's the equivalent of about half a teaspoon spread over your face! You probably don't wear that much foundation (if you do, please stop that too). Instead, apply a broad-spectrum SPF 30 sunscreen, wait a few minutes for it to soak in, and then follow with foundation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.) &lt;u&gt;Are You Rubbing Your Wrists Together After You Apply Perfume? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to. But a recent conversation with Givaudan perfumer Yann Vasnier broke us of the habit. The friction increases the interaction between the fragrance and your skin's natural oils, which can distort the scent, he explained. (And, by the way, if anyone's ever told you not to rub your wrists because you're "crushing the fragrance molecules"—not possible. (You can't split atoms with your toes either.) So spritz—and then hands, and wrists, off. Vasnier's prescription for the perfect, subtle sillage (French for the trail of fragrance left in a woman's wake): one spritz on each wrist, two on the neck, one on the décolletage. Body heat at these critical points helps diffuse the scent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.) &lt;u&gt;Don't Brush Your Hair When It's Wet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should detangle hair right after you wash it, but use a wide-toothed comb. The thin, narrowly spaced bristles in a brush can snag and break wet hair, says Philip Pelusi, owner of Tela Design Studio in New York City. The teeth on a wide-toothed comb, however, are large, set far apart, and usually plastic and slip through hair easily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Easier Way To...&lt;/strong&gt;(oprah.com)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(again, just listing some...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.) &lt;u&gt;Undo a Blush Overdose&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a glance in the office mirror—yikes!—told you that you overdid it with the blush this morning? Here's a quick way to fix it, from Carmindy, the makeup artist on TLC's What Not to Wear. If you need to cover up cream blush: Put a drop of foundation on a makeup sponge, then brush the sponge down your cheek in tiny strokes. If you overdid it with powder blush: Use a dry sponge to blend it, or cover with a light dusting of finishing powder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.) &lt;u&gt;Conceal a Blemish&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard, anyway? For one thing, the consistency of the concealer has to be just right—soft but not too creamy. (The ones that come in a compact are usually best.) And you need to use a concealer brush because your finger will grab too much of the product and can push it off the blemish when you're trying to blend. Use the brush to pick up a tiny amount of the concealer, dot it directly on the spot, and blend outward very, very lightly, says makeup artist Trae Bodge. Set by patting—not sweeping—on a pressed powder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.) &lt;u&gt;Keep Your Teeth Dazzling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to frequent the local farmers' market: Fresh vegetables are good for your smile. "The ones that really crunch when you bite into them, like celery, carrots, and string beans, can literally help scrub stains from your teeth," says Jeff Golub-Evans, DDS. They're most effective on recent discoloration, though. So chase a glass of red wine with a couple of carrot sticks, and you may save yourself the hassle of whitening strips later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.) &lt;u&gt;Grow Out Your Hair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds counterintuitive, but it's best to cut your hair an eighth of an inch every six weeks, says New York City stylist and salon owner Ruth Roche. Here's her logic: If you let your hair grow for six months without getting a trim, when you finally do cut it, the stylist will have to lop off at least a couple of inches of split ends. If you get regular trims—always less than half an inch since hair grows only that much a month—you'll cut off less and your hair will continue to look healthy throughout the growing process.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.) &lt;u&gt;To Dry Your Hair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know, we know: patience, virtue, blah, blah, blah. But when we're standing at the bathroom sink in the morning, trying to blow some style into our hair, it regularly occurs to us that we could be doing something more productive or (especially in the warmer months)…cooler. So we asked David Dieguez, the creative director of Blow Styling Salon in New York City, how to speed up a blow-dry. "Using a round vent brush [like the Goody Style So Smooth round brush, $8, above] will cut your drying time," he said. When you wrap a section of your hair around the barrel of the vent brush and blast it with the dryer, the air currents travel through the brush's open grates, simultaneously drying both sides of the section. With a flat, unvented brush, you can't cover as much surface area at once. And while that tornado of hot air whirls inside the brush's barrel, the heat infuses more volume into your style. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.) &lt;u&gt;Fix Eyeliner Mistakes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're rushing to make up for a party, the ringing phone startles you, and—damn!—you just flubbed your eyeliner. To fix unevenly applied liner in a pinch, try celebrity makeup artist Mally Roncal's trick: Dip a clean, pointed Q-tip into liquid makeup remover (Lancôme Effacil Gentle Eye Makeup Remover, $24, isn't too oily), then squeeze the soaked tip with a tissue until it's almost dry. Use it as an eraser to even out your less-than-perfect work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6646566297536084020?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6646566297536084020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6646566297536084020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6646566297536084020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6646566297536084020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-usual-me-i-get-easily-distracted.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4907624701352702590</id><published>2009-07-31T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:40:07.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just an hour ago, i experienced things again.&lt;br /&gt;its definitely not pleasant and i was literally on my knees crying and praying hard for God to protect me and help me.&lt;br /&gt;an hour later, i was still sobbing away.&lt;br /&gt;but its amazing how God has his ways.&lt;br /&gt;because subconsciously, when i saw &lt;em&gt;those stuff&lt;/em&gt;, i laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;and really, you wont know how amazing it feels, or just how amazing it is.&lt;br /&gt;magical, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;to think that days ago, i was questioning myself and God for making &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; existance known to me and made me open up my heart just like that.&lt;br /&gt;i was in serious doubts but now, i realised the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;God IS Amazing (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4907624701352702590?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4907624701352702590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4907624701352702590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4907624701352702590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4907624701352702590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-hour-ago-i-experienced-things.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1743830443056442147</id><published>2009-07-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:47:45.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and through it all, He offers me protection</title><content type='html'>today's just....different. it wasnt exactly a good day to be honest but its amazing how much i've learnt from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my patience was definitely put on a test today. it made me feel quite bad at the end of the day because sometimes, people are just the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think human beings can be the worst things on earth. we can love someone with all our heart but when the bad side in them appears, we always tend to overlook and forget and ignore the good things in the person, how that person has made a difference in our lives, how that person had carved a smile on your face, how that person loves you.&lt;br /&gt;why am i such a hypocrite. sigh. i pray that i'll get to learn along the way.&lt;br /&gt;no, im not just referring to you-know-who specifically (cause she made my blood pressure UP to the max today. tsk) but im saying this in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've never felt so emotional before when ms K was scolding/lecturing/nagging at us. she was on the verge of tears and half of us couldnt hold back our tears. of course, i shall not reveal too much here but just know that it really made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont rly say much of this, but it made me regret&amp;amp;reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much that I am blinded from and I pray, God, that you help open up my eyes, help open up our eyes. i stumble and fall, and i have to pick myself up, over and over and over again. it gets tiring and i just gave up. im ashamed. im so blinded that i cant see how these actually makes me a stronger and stronger person and how much love there is behind all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I pray too, that i will stop being superficial at all in any way. I deny the truth just because of what i hear from others, just because of their comments, which when I look back, actually has no basis for their discrimination. I keep trying to tell myself this but it just doesnt seem to work. I dont even know what or who I am conforming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, i think i owe my family, friends and God the most. I cant believe how true it is, when they say that its so easy for us to turn to God when we're facing hardships but we always tend to forget about God and all the blessings that he has given us, no matter how big or small, whenever we're not facing difficulties. sometimes, we tend to put our friends first so much that we forget that its our family who's always there for us no matter what. they love us, no matter what. "i hate you"s, squabbles, fights just show us that we're weak in showing our love, not because we dont love. i think i have a lot to learn from that. im gonna sound fake if i say that i love all my friends, but its a reality that i cant deny. they have taught me so many things which I could not learn from my family nor my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i can start the day anew tmr onwards and to charge forward with all my might and with all that I have. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is not an emotional post. its just my thoughts on today. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1743830443056442147?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1743830443056442147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1743830443056442147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1743830443056442147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1743830443056442147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-through-it-all-he-offers-me_22.html' title='and through it all, He offers me protection'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4176650861031017957</id><published>2009-07-19T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:27:21.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont wanna close my eyes, dont wanna fall asleep.</title><content type='html'>i've had many dreams, involving many people, many scenes and many events.&lt;br /&gt;but the one i had yesterday, i've never felt like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a perfect sunny day and yes, a04 was having a class excursion to this erm, weird place. like some sort of a nature reserve place.&lt;br /&gt;so we were happily hanging around there.&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly some of them started whispering to each other stuff and talking softly.&lt;br /&gt;i just suddenly got this very bad feelingbut pushed it aside.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, dharlynnie just had to come up to me and softly but carefully whispered to me,&lt;br /&gt;that BRENDA has pneumonia and is only gonna live for no more than 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;it was scary, because even though it was just a dream i can feel my heart sinking at that point.&lt;br /&gt;i was of course, naturally upset and taken aback by this news and started walking through this pathway back to the bus for some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;this scene is gonna be rather drama and emotional. but,&lt;br /&gt;i was slowly walking back, and brenda saw me being upset about smth and started following me.&lt;br /&gt;i quickened my pace and started crying harder and harder and she kept following, asking me whats wrong in her usual chirpy tone and with a smile on her face! (she obviously didnt know that i already knew)&lt;br /&gt;and then it dawned upon me that that is the reason why she was silent during our previous discussion! cause in my dream, while we were hanging around at the place, we were discussing about how to celebrate rohaida's birthday together (which is in 5 months time). but i noticed brenda was just silent all throughout the discussion and kept a solemn face.&lt;br /&gt;and i just remembered my dream stopping there, when i finally reached the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the dream might be rather silly and kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;but really, i've never felt that way before in any of my dreams. ever.&lt;br /&gt;i can really feel my heart sink and it ached so bloody much D:&lt;br /&gt;it felt so...&lt;em&gt;surreal&lt;/em&gt;. like as though it really is happening in real life.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i dont want another dream like that, it scared the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LOADS AND LOADS BRENDA!! :D&lt;br /&gt;and of course, all of you amazing people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anw in case you're wondering how my dream works, i can shed some light. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;1.) why brenda?&lt;br /&gt;ok, you dont know this. but i always tend to dream of the person whom i last talk to on msn. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;2.) why pneumonia?&lt;br /&gt;cause in the afternoon, i was reading an article on pneumonia and it says smth like how 1 out of 7 ppl who die, they die due to pneumonia? :/&lt;br /&gt;3.) why a04 and the class outing?&lt;br /&gt;cause a04's gonna go for a makan class outing soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;4.) why dharlynnie?&lt;br /&gt;thats the random part of my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i just wasted 15 mins on this! sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4176650861031017957?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4176650861031017957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4176650861031017957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4176650861031017957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4176650861031017957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-wanna-close-my-eyes-dont-wanna.html' title='dont wanna close my eyes, dont wanna fall asleep.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-2149164908952765019</id><published>2009-07-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:39:04.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart's definitely not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that since hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;which explains why im literally giving up on everything there is to give up on. (for now.)&lt;br /&gt;my room's in a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;four hours ago, i was sent packing.&lt;br /&gt;three hours ago, i was stopped from packing cause being fickle-minded, they cant decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;two hours ago, i realised how horrible i can be.&lt;br /&gt;two hours ago also, i only started on my work.&lt;br /&gt;one hour ago, i got over the fact.&lt;br /&gt;now, im feeling all shitty again and honestly wished i had been sent away instead.&lt;br /&gt;now, i dont know why im in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no more room for anything, anything.&lt;br /&gt;some people, should just be thankful for what they have.&lt;br /&gt;human beings are such fools. we always brood over what we do not have and yet, fail to be thankful for what we already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i mentioned earlier, my heart's just not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;who cares if i put on this facade&lt;br /&gt;who cares if i like you so bloody much&lt;br /&gt;who cares if i care about anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2149164908952765019?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2149164908952765019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2149164908952765019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2149164908952765019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2149164908952765019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hearts-definitely-not-here-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5734066594920423788</id><published>2009-07-12T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:14:43.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even through my worst days, you never seem to fail to make me feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what exactly to say to you, cause "i love you"s are rather overrated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5734066594920423788?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5734066594920423788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5734066594920423788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5734066594920423788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5734066594920423788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-through-my-worst-days-you-never.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4066008480529331957</id><published>2009-07-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:39:15.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dazed and shattered; now it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know everyone kept going on about how they miss their secondary school life and stuff. im no exception. but i never felt it so strongly till just now in the bus. i hate making comparisons but i cant help seeing the obvious differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaking miss the people, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;especially siti (!!!) having her by my side most of the time for 6 years straight (the crucial years of my life), sometimes, i just feel kinda sad when i realise that she's not around, when i look around and see different faces. im not implying that i dont like my friends. totally not. i love my friends esp my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sayangsssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i think besides raihan, she knows me best? seen all my crazy antics, withstood all my moodswings, accept me fully for who I am and never judge. for 6 whole years. sighs. thank god i still have raihan by my side now to keep that sense of familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit too late, but i should have appreciated the teachers in crescent more. i honestly do. looking back, i regret not working hard back for them after all the effort that they put in to help us in our studies. they're so caring and loving. sigh sigh. i didnt even do them enough justice for my O's. im not complaining bout my teachers in SA but i just felt that i didnt appreciate what i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and s3. i feel so accepted in s3. they dont discriminate against us. they dont judge us. even when they always call us the "minah gang" (not that im against it or anth lol) or have half of the class staring and laughing at the way i sleep, i still feel like i am &lt;u&gt;one of them&lt;/u&gt;, not &lt;u&gt;one who conforms to expectations&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly? honestly, i dont feel like i am myself at all. no kidding, im starting to question myself a lot. it makes me uneasy when people judge me from the exterior. sometimes, im scared to do or say certain things because i know jolly well how i will be judged just from that. its funny how i realised that i never had much trust in those around me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;im disappointed, i never thought i would express this but i am.&lt;br /&gt;such a cliche line, but everyone has their own flaws. this game's getting extremely frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;i admit that my hearing's not exactly good. neither is my attention span to a conversation which i am not interested in. i am not miss know-it-all and neither do i intend to be. i take time to analyze information in my head. i have opinions which are contrasting. i have my own way of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean to make this bit sound emo and all. but its hard when you cant even be yourself anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i am not that. leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to "give and take", "forgive and forget", "love and not hate"?&lt;br /&gt;such a selfish world we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4066008480529331957?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4066008480529331957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4066008480529331957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4066008480529331957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4066008480529331957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/07/dazed-and-shattered-now-it-hurts.html' title='dazed and shattered; now it hurts'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-3968115479351272076</id><published>2009-07-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:43:32.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip (:</title><content type='html'>the short trip was awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;our villa was &lt;em&gt;beyond awesome&lt;/em&gt;. the toilet in my room happened to be the one which has an &lt;u&gt;outdoor open toilet&lt;/u&gt;. i know, im so &lt;em&gt;jakun. &lt;/em&gt;lol. it doesnt help that we even had a personal maid to attend to us omggggg i ate so much thai food, esp seafood, throughout the whole trip :@ so sinful. sheesh. but she's so freaking cute (!!) ahhhh. hahaha. went snorkelling and ended up 2 shades darker and with many scratches on my legs after the whole trip ):&lt;br /&gt;and omg, another &lt;em&gt;jakun &lt;/em&gt;thing for me. i rmb clearly a few years ago, i was watching The Beach with my sister and we were excitedly discussing bout how amazing it would be to visit the beach there cause its damn pretty. and i didnt know we were going there as part of the tour(and i didnt even know it was there -.-) ! until we reached the place the tour guide told us and i was like "OMG IM HERE (!!!)". hahaha &lt;strong&gt;super jakun&lt;/strong&gt;, i know.&lt;br /&gt;the beaches there are beyond lovely :::) shopping was of course the best. i freaking love my purse :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shall upload pics soon once my camera is out of the rice bin. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(i know you must be thinking like wth?!) cause, my amazing sister, happily brought the cam to the beach. and the waves there are like, omg damn strong like crazy. so yes, the waves happily crashed into my sister (and she was holding it). water got in, it was spoilt though its only poor 1 month old. and my cousin suggested putting it in the rice bin for some time to remove the water and moist. and its working, i think. dk dc, still love my talking cam :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the trip was an amazing break since it was right after the common tests and all. didnt have homework to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;AND IM SO FREAKING DARK NOW BUT MY SAYANGS SAY I BECAME FAIRER?! hahaha! i should totally show them my awesome tan line ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school so far was........what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;argh, just now i felt like i had so much to say. but its all gone now. bishhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;not expecting good results for CTs, God knows if i can even pass. oh gosh. (&lt;- highly doubt so but haiyahhhh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3968115479351272076?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3968115479351272076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=3968115479351272076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3968115479351272076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3968115479351272076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-d.html' title='trip (:'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7138386569680487991</id><published>2009-06-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:00:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The MOE said it will issue a seven-day leave of absence to all school staff and students returning from affected countries on or after June 22."&lt;br /&gt;"Students on leave of absence will receive home-based learning materials so that they can keep up with their classmates. There will also be make-up lessons for these students. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;:D or D: ?&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna crash school on fri (=learning fest). idc ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw! today we did surveys @ RP! :D&lt;br /&gt;some of them are friendly, some are neutral, some are just so unfriendly ):&lt;br /&gt;but it was good overall, the whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;of course we met a fair share of weirdddd ppl.&lt;br /&gt;"WANTED: cute RP guy. left leg bandaged. tanned. wore white shirt and knee-length shorts on 23rd june. amazing eyes. sitting somewhere at the back of the canteen alone, nearest to the 2nd last stall"&lt;br /&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D catch of the day. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7138386569680487991?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7138386569680487991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7138386569680487991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7138386569680487991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7138386569680487991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/06/moe-said-it-will-issue-seven-day-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-3092550515824563680</id><published>2009-06-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:59:42.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some qns from a fb quiz (what kind of Singaporean student are you?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Your teacher scolded you for a stupid reason or something u didnt do. How would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) In school, after recess you are walking back to class when you notice a whole group of students you don't know stare at you. How would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. i can connect with those situations LOL.&lt;br /&gt;im only halfway through memorizing everything, and exams in less than a week's time?!&lt;br /&gt;wah, im dead.&lt;br /&gt;and omg, its proven. i blog more during the exam perioddddd D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND YAY.&lt;br /&gt;the govt decided not to give the extra holiday thing (:&lt;br /&gt;although most prolly i have to be quarantined after i come back, its always good to have an extended holiday AFTER the holidays AND exams (:&lt;br /&gt;finally can find time to bake (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;and thats gonna be my first time ponning school. the last time was.......back in sec1 when my late grandma passed away :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going for a holiday with a risk of getting scolded/nagged by you-know-who, due to the quarantine thingy, which will result in me missing a week of school. ):&lt;br /&gt;pray hard for me ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3092550515824563680?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3092550515824563680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=3092550515824563680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3092550515824563680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3092550515824563680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-qns-from-fb-quiz-what-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1076274145766145100</id><published>2009-06-21T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:54:53.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone seems to be talking bout the extended holidays and all.&lt;br /&gt;i think im prolly the only one who doesnt want the extended holidays.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;because, extended holidays = exams pushed back by one week (when school reopens)&lt;br /&gt;that is bad because, i'll be away from the 3rd-6th&lt;br /&gt;1.)  im going for a holiday right before my exams?! not good. this means, mugging at the villa while everyone else is enjoying 24/7. everything's rather confirmed now i think?&lt;br /&gt;2.) besides the fact that its right before my exams, what if i get quarantined for one week when i come back? ZERO PERCENT FOR COMMON TESTS?! omg. i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: life is so so so sad. i srsly dont want the extended holidays. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;anw, not like it makes a difference......&lt;br /&gt;i mean, even if school holidays get extended by another week, wont the effect still be the same when we come back during the next week??&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it.....but i dont wish to be enlightened either. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;besides, it will have a negative impact on our curriculum. semester 2 is gonna be damn short and packed already, you dont have to make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;and omg, who do i sound like a nerd in that two previous statements?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1076274145766145100?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1076274145766145100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1076274145766145100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1076274145766145100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1076274145766145100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-seems-to-be-talking-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8467041948230946486</id><published>2009-06-10T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:51:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO THINGS THAT I'D DIE TO HAVE RIGHT NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Si_gBrardgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/40nsQkXF9Fk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345737602151183874" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Si_gBrardgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/40nsQkXF9Fk/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) PINK DSi!! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha omg isnt it just so pretty and awesome?&lt;br /&gt;and i am so so glad that im saving up for it and nearly 1/3 way through! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully by the time i finish saving up for this, the pink version will alr be out in Singapore (that is if it will even be sold in Singapore??)&lt;br /&gt;but oh god. i really want this so badly that its just weird.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how often do you see me craving for an electronic item this badly? D:&lt;br /&gt;OH. and the best thing, it comes with a camera! so i dont have to bring my cam around everywhere i go and having every single person comment bout the fact that my cam talks! HAHA. (cause my camera is as cool as me! BD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Si_gBbnxjuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uS5IMBeA-fQ/s1600-h/197162B8B0P8029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345737597911142114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Si_gBbnxjuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uS5IMBeA-fQ/s320/197162B8B0P8029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) YSL purse&lt;br /&gt;i know i've posted it up before like ages ago and this is like, so last season.&lt;br /&gt;but that just goes to show how much i really like and want this! D:&lt;br /&gt;its just so.....awesomely pretty and all. and they dont have any close substitutes for this AT ALL in Singapore! ): but its crazy. with shipping and all, its gonna cost me over 1k for this. WTH. i can get 3 DSi with that amount of money pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........its 1 am and im hungry. GAHHHHH. ):&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for school to start again. staying at home and going out makes me eat alot grrr )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-8467041948230946486?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8467041948230946486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8467041948230946486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8467041948230946486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8467041948230946486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-things-that-id-die-to-have-right.html' title='TWO THINGS THAT I&apos;D DIE TO HAVE RIGHT NOW.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/Si_gBrardgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/40nsQkXF9Fk/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-4287037978059159026</id><published>2009-05-28T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:17:17.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you call me a stranger</title><content type='html'>hello friends!&lt;br /&gt;been so long since i lasted posted here. hah.&lt;br /&gt;whattodo. life's so hectic now and its not like i have much to say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. let's see.&lt;br /&gt;PW has literally taken precedence for now.&lt;br /&gt;ever since the past last week.&lt;br /&gt;my whole saturday&amp;amp;sunday last week was spent doing gpp. D:&lt;br /&gt;and this week was no exception. breaks and meals skipped.&lt;br /&gt;could finally take a breather now cause my grp's kinda almost done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's.......okay i guess. still the same old.&lt;br /&gt;with a few conflicts and bitch fits here and there.&lt;br /&gt;whats new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, im still not used to the idea of having exams right after our holidays, instead of the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#0 dah pergi ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4287037978059159026?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-3140954322345568315</id><published>2009-04-25T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:17:41.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beware: i am going to say this from a very superficial and biased point of view (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in s.a., you'll realise that it is extremely impt for guys to have nice hair. for them, nice hair=cute. based on our observations, boy, how true this is! therefore, when you see it as a whole, you'll probably think that 3/4 of the guys in our school population can be considered as rather cute. but, no. its like....the hair complements the face a lot yknow? and if you scrutinize properly, you'll realise that out of the 3/4, only like around 1/4 are &lt;u&gt;genuinely cute.&lt;/u&gt; take note of the word &lt;strong&gt;genuine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course this is unfair, because the hair is something so superficial.  we did not take into consideration the perticular face features, the personality etc. like how mus/faizah (i cant rmb which) eyecandy 1/4 of this guy (yeah you must think like whattttt? 1/4? yeah, 1/4 is the hair part. hahahah) while the other eyecandy 3/4 of the same guy (everything but the hair)&lt;br /&gt;so insane and retarded LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like i said earlier, nice hair=cute. even though i still strongly believe this in context of our school, i know readers will find it highly ironic that #1 does not possess such awesome hairstyle or anything but yet its so hard to not say "ehhhhh comel nyer" everytime. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;told you im gonna say this from a very biased point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH okay this is so super retarded i dont even know why im actually wasting time typing this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5860161349323185197</id><published>2009-04-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:35:49.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an angsty post</title><content type='html'>as much as i try to take a non-biased view of things, i think i finally felt how everyone did.&lt;br /&gt;annoying ttm. i felt like as though i could almost punch you in the face right there and then, but you gotta thank me that such things are not possible over online convos. no prizes for guessing who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the reasons why i dont like sleeping and waking up agn to do work.&lt;br /&gt;sleep makes me a v grouchy person ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i h8 lit. i cant believe im saying this but i am now.&lt;br /&gt;its prolly just that im not exactly that used to not getting a pass for that particular subject,&lt;br /&gt;the subj which i thought i was strong in.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i dont h8 lit. just dont like it for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some other ppl are getting so &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;its suffocating and many times, the only thing i wanted to do there and then is to scream at you and just kill you or smth. i thank god for the self-control that i have in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i dont know how anyone can be so self-absorbed. i know there's that side to everyone but its so fucking annoying. wake up dude, this is reality. you certainly dont act like your age. prolly half of your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, i dont know, but i think im getting a rather warped impression of someone. its defenitely not good (for me. -&gt;biased) but i dont know what to tell from that. im surprised im actually questioning your worth. what happened to Prince Charming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though 'broken hearted girl' and 'you're not the one' have been the only 2 songs on repeat for the past few days, i never get tired of those 2 songs. i dont know why i even repeat the first one, since the lyrics have no link to anything that im experiencing right now. except for the first line. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an emotional wreck lately, i swear mus passed it on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. its alr 11.33 p.m. and i havent even gotten down to writing that damned lit essay down. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;this is such an angsty post. sch+sleep makes me an angsty kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5860161349323185197?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-7659420142489846563</id><published>2009-04-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:12:57.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the week had been quite.......good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs was sports day. lunched with part of A04 peeps at pizza hut :D&lt;br /&gt;headed down to tpjc for soccer match. honestly, not that im all that into soccer and stuff. but it was all good. might consider going for other soccer matches HAHA&lt;br /&gt;reached home v late and got v tired, slept.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; DAY 1 of no hmwk/revision/study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was the awesummm kelas k gathering! breeks for lunch with only the other 6. met up with the other 3. headed down to cine. slacked/caught up with one another @ BK. more of like, camwhoring session lolz. me siti aqilah and raihan then headed down to lido for ice cream. talked more &amp;amp; all those stuff. parents picked me up. headed down to esplanade -.-&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; DAY 2 of no hmwk/revision/study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat, went back to sch to discuss bout the competition thingy. we used the net more than we are supp to discuss the thing. went canteen. and surprised faizah with an early bday cake! :D it wass gooood hehe she's so cute. then i had to fetch my sis from her class. and and raihan and herianti came over to my house (: watched movie, played the comp, played karaoke party heheh&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; DAY 3 of no hmwk/revision/study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.......as you can see, the last 3 days had been full of fun but no work/study. thats why i cant go out agn today )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw!! friends are coming down next tues for rugby match! ;D&lt;br /&gt;and they're gonna support SA awesome awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;am very very excited for that heheheh then it'll be another mini kelas k gathering. (minus rab and aisyah and haslinda. i think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, SO NOT looking forward to school.&lt;br /&gt;esp tmr (mon). bet we're gonna get an earful from K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7659420142489846563?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7659420142489846563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7659420142489846563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7659420142489846563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7659420142489846563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-had-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5222471599217494166</id><published>2009-04-04T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:46:24.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes brighter than stars</title><content type='html'>rohaida requested an update! (HAHAH CHEY CHEY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall start off with the week.&lt;br /&gt;started off with me worrying a little too much. abt someone.&lt;br /&gt;the week was as draggy. or maybe worse. idk, it felt so long.&lt;br /&gt;only friday felt damn good. ended at 12, had bobby pinzzzz session. then went down to tpjc for the pidato thingy.&lt;br /&gt;raihan&amp;amp;aqilah followed herianti&amp;amp;attiqah by cab. and yknow. me&amp;amp;mus called cikgu AND SHE TOLD US SHE FREAKING LEFT BY CAB ALR.&lt;br /&gt;we were so pissed, we were so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;trudged all the way to the potong pasir mrt station and survived the journey all the way to tamp mrt station. cabbed down to tpjc. and we reached just in time when the thing started -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rly cant rmb what happened during mon-thurs. srsly, i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now......the topic on player aka the rugger. HAHAHAH. (rohaida's fav part eh ^^)&lt;br /&gt;my comments: okay la, noone can deny he is cute and all that jazz but not my kind. you can have him all to yourself, dont need to worry abt me ever stealing your ec. :p&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause i have 3! :D HAHAHAHAHAH! (better than mus who has 15 and herianti who has 12 i think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, but the power of eyecandies. they dont even know you, you dont even know them, yet they can make you work so hard that you dont even know you can be so hardworking to that extent! :p HAHAHAH! inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH LEONG FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5222471599217494166?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5222471599217494166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5222471599217494166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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making me feel light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;smother me with a pillow, end this quick.&lt;br /&gt;quick, i've no breath left to spare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3508055609682277349?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3508055609682277349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=3508055609682277349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3508055609682277349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3508055609682277349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed's timetable is good compared to those wednesdays i had in crescent. there's only like...1 hr of math tutorial, 1 and a half hrs of gp. 1 and a half hr of break followed by 1 hr of lit......and thats the end of my day. hehe. OH and we didnt have lit since K didnt come so....our day ended at 10.30! ;D had last dance rehearsal in the afternoon. mugged all the way till 3.30 am and slept for 1 and a half hours only. ): and i had 4 papers on thurs. what bullshit )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 4 papers! insane to the max man. my day ended at 6.30 D: (omggggggggg K was so nice pls, she asked our class to stay back after the paper. i was thinking like yknow, as usual, she's gonna scold us for smth. SKALI she made us stay back for a while because she wanted to ask who wanted a lift back home since she's taking cab home........................................)&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;the day was kinda horrid. bio paper was sadly crappy ): civics..what more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;econs paper was alright i think. and gp was...weird. its like english paper you know? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;lit paper was, um, alright too. K kept scolding Nandos its so irritating. hahaha. she was picking on him pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was superb!!!&lt;br /&gt;started off with dance performance first thing in the morn and it went well! everyone said we were good! ;D lovelovelove my dance ppl (: maths paper was horribly horribly screwed to the max so i shall not say anth else bout it.&lt;br /&gt;pe was slackkkk cause the SAJS kids had their sports day at our track so we couldnt run :p hehe. played netball instead. lit was ): i dont like her. (our other lit teacher)&lt;br /&gt;i love bragging about the fact that we end at 12 every alternate fridays (:&lt;br /&gt;me and raihan slacked like crazyyyyyyy till like 3 plus.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to Botanic Gardens where we were supp to meet up with ppl.&lt;br /&gt;it was all gooooooood (:&lt;br /&gt;i think it was definitely a lovely day and probably the best fri the 13th :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i love A04? :p&lt;br /&gt;though we might not exactly favour the teacher that we got, i do not regret being in this class at all.  love my silly friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E=MC(square)&lt;br /&gt;i took so long to think of what E is but i finally thought of it!! HAHAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;Eyecandies=MrCute+MrCharming, E=MC(square). geddit?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2772982264242504282?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2772982264242504282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2772982264242504282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2772982264242504282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2772982264242504282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-last-breath.html' title='one last breath'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-323354314660718530</id><published>2009-03-08T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:41:45.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who turns 17 today!</title><content type='html'>yesssss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY SAB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heheh. there's so much to say to you, i shall not put it down here. it shall all be in the card k, hope to see you soon! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you very much buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hanisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-323354314660718530?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/323354314660718530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=323354314660718530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/323354314660718530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/323354314660718530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-who-turns-17-today.html' title='guess who turns 17 today!'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-3089271859705449785</id><published>2009-03-07T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:11:09.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school(friends+eyecandy+lessons)=awesome</title><content type='html'>this week flew by! like seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;x-country + "og outing" wasnt bad actually. only 10 ppl came for the "og outing". but it was gooood we played bowling+ate+played tgt. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was the slackest day everrr. the only proper lesson for that day was bio. and that also, wasnt bad at all. lit, we did the assignment ourselves since ms k couldnt come to class due to the A level results. (and omg im like taking my A's next yr? wth) then econs was cancelled :p and im like so slow la omg. i was thinking all along like "ehh how come jc timtable damn slack one?". and i just realised yest that its because we dont take mt and raihan said we have like around 5-6 free periods a week. LOL no wonder right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyecandy (:&lt;br /&gt;eyecandy ran for council election and im happy to note that all the ppl i've known so far voted for him. ( but then again, all of them voted against delise. SO YEAH. lol)&lt;br /&gt;so kentalz. but he played/sang the school song in his own version omgggggg ;D&lt;br /&gt;masih terngiang2 di telinga ku tau :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. its too late at night. i shall do smth special tmr! ;D (today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the week:&lt;br /&gt;"you're so pink that i'm confused!!"&lt;br /&gt;-rasul&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i have been having srsly bad leg cramps.&lt;br /&gt;it always comes in the middle of the night when im sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;then i'd be awaken by the extreme pain and it takes some time for it to go away.&lt;br /&gt;it used to happen a lot and it started again a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;i foresee it coming back a lot again ):&lt;br /&gt;i am sad. anyone knows what to do to stop the cramps? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3089271859705449785?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3089271859705449785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=3089271859705449785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3089271859705449785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3089271859705449785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/03/schoolfriendseyecandylessonsawesome.html' title='school(friends+eyecandy+lessons)=awesome'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-3706140814967744888</id><published>2009-03-03T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:11:32.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today had been both a great yet bad day. ): / (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be thankful, i really should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-3706140814967744888?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3706140814967744888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=3706140814967744888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3706140814967744888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/3706140814967744888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-had-been-both-great-yet-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4665704926350050325</id><published>2009-02-25T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:01:50.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am having a cold now and a very bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help that &lt;em&gt;'things'&lt;/em&gt; are rather screwed up in school, if you get what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4665704926350050325?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4665704926350050325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4665704926350050325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4665704926350050325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4665704926350050325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-having-cold-now-and-very-bad-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1970345269966973484</id><published>2009-02-22T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:19:59.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the end it doesnt even matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SaFVsl4jFWI/AAAAAAAAANc/X4WxdWXVGW8/s1600-h/geng+melayu!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305616060591052130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SaFVsl4jFWI/AAAAAAAAANc/X4WxdWXVGW8/s320/geng+melayu!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are my awesome bunch of friends! ;D A04 melayu gang + aqilah (the sesat S girl. LOL! jk la :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(clockwise direction):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rohaida a.k.a. Frosties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herianti a.k.a. Frooties (i think. not sure if its the other way round.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqilah a.k.a. THE SPOON (ROFL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musfirah a.k.a. Milo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me! a.k.a. Honeystars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raihan a.k.a. Snowflakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faizah a.k.a. Koko crunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOO!! hahah! so retarded pls. the malay MCS J1 girls are officially the cereal family! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attiqah a.k.a. THE MILK (LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qamarina a.k.a. Cornflakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amira a.k.a. Fruit Loops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nigel's so last week"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROFL ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YF actually said that me and my crush look alike D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i strongly disagree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah. okay, im sorry friends for not revealing to you guys the identity but.....hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's not exactly cute/handsome (according to my taste) but he's rather appealing to me. if you get what i mean. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school tmr and hmwk's done. most, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;econs confuses me. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1970345269966973484?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1970345269966973484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1970345269966973484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1970345269966973484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1970345269966973484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-end-it-doesnt-even-matter.html' title='in the end it doesnt even matter'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SaFVsl4jFWI/AAAAAAAAANc/X4WxdWXVGW8/s72-c/geng+melayu!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-5136388426195539324</id><published>2009-02-17T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:26:35.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things about jc life that you dont get in secondary school</title><content type='html'>since many have been asking me about JC life, i think i should state the difference here. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) our shoes can be of any colour!! mine is pink, like totally pink. DUHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) our socks can be of any colour/length, as long as its visible. thank god i have a nice supply of colourful socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) skirt, can be short, but not too short. (but...... :@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) hair accesories can be of any colour. (BUT AGAIN................. :@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) journey to s.a. is faster than going to crescent. yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) malay food stall sells nice food, though ex. but worth it. cause the serving is large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) snacks stall. OMG dont talk about it. makes crescent look like a health geek school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) hours of break in between. damnnnn shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) lessons are based on notes, textbooks are optional. i dont feel secure without textbooks :S but the bio textbook is damn ex. 70bucks siolllllzxzzx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) guy eyecandies!! (with the exception of C.E.C.) HAHAH. its not wrong to eyecandy girls also what right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) BARELY ANY MIRRORS AROUND THE SCHOOL = I HATE VERY VERY MUCH D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) the toilets sucks to the maxxxxx. damn gross. only the toilet at the cc is nice pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.)  classes are smaller than that in sec sch. did i mention that in my class, there's only 1 guy? and 23 girls. yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) lesser subjs, but many more topics and more in depth. it feels weird, not taking chem. or phys. or hist. or mly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) i am becoming more and more &lt;em&gt;Melayu. &lt;/em&gt;ahahah! my friends laaa, they're all very &lt;em&gt;Melayu &lt;/em&gt;you know. (but its good! can keep in touch with my mly side since im not taking any mly subjs at all.) this morn. we were queuing up for food. then this guy just let his girl friend cut queue and a string of malay words just came out of my mouth w/o me realising it. OHMYGOSH. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay, thats all i can think of for now. school has been good, and i hope it remains that way (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5136388426195539324?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5136388426195539324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5136388426195539324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5136388426195539324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5136388426195539324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-about-jc-life-that-you-dont-get.html' title='things about jc life that you dont get in secondary school'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-2339837319496489664</id><published>2009-02-17T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:50:03.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY DONUT DAY FOLKS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had og outing today! swensens. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was good! very very good in fact. jane ended late and those "sweet" guys who chose to wait for her, they all went to macs at potong pasir instead. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there was only the 9 of us. and we discovered smth very...interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they definitely made my day much better, thanks fellow lovelies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(sad) fact of the month: i love my OG much muchhhhhhh more than my CG D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(but of course, i love my circle of close friends in my CG! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2339837319496489664?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2339837319496489664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2339837319496489664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2339837319496489664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2339837319496489664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-donut-day-folks-love-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4465078986810471155</id><published>2009-02-16T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:44:17.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the week.</title><content type='html'>work/homework that needs to be done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1.) math assignment&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) math tutorial&lt;br /&gt;3.) revise sec sch amath&lt;br /&gt;4.) bio tutorial&lt;br /&gt;5.) fill in bio notes&lt;br /&gt;6.) read&amp;amp;ans lit assignment&lt;br /&gt;7.) do GP essay&lt;br /&gt;8.) read GP notes on globalization&lt;br /&gt;9.) econs tutorial&lt;br /&gt;9.) catch up on econs&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i was way too distracted during econs. 1.) literally ran all around the school to race against time, 2.) eyecandy in perfect view!!, 3.) weird girl (a.k.a. THE WITCH, as labelled by herianti), 4.) couldn't stop laughing/crapping with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) me and rohaida had to run around school trying to rush to places. madness, i tell you. we had to attend YA's briefing (yessssss i got through the first audition! WHOOOO! wish me luck for my next one tmr!) and its not our fault that we couldnt leave right! then our CG rang rohaida up and srsly screamed/shouted at her, till even I could hear her (i was sitting in front of her okay, like at the AVA) we ran all around the school trying to find the bloody reading room when its just above the cafe. annoying. the next part...shall be up on my LJ. i dont wanna write them here. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) eyecandy. HAHA what more can i say. (: i swear its bloody distracting. nice view, but distracting ): studies comes first! (haha yay! hanisah is a wise girl! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) WEIRD GIRL a.k.a. THE WITCH. hahahaha! everyone knows how freaky she is right? (and my friends laughed at me when they found out we were from the same sec school ))): not my fault what!!! hahah at least im normal, no?) she was sketching. okay, fine. but guess what she sketched? :0&lt;br /&gt;it was black and white (DUH). a pic of a ghost/girl/ghostly girl coming out from a black sea. tombstones at the back. and the ghost/girl/ghostly girl. OMG. so damn freaky i tell you. face and clothes all black, then the eyes are like, hollow like this: 0.0&lt;br /&gt;YESS. might sound so normal here but you weren't there, so you dont know D: freaky to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) my friends couldnt stop making me laugh and talk about...stuff. i love love love my new friends a.k.a. the malay gang in our class. ;D i can see myself having a good time with them for the next 2 years (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. so yeahhh. i shall finish up my work now. my oh my. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4465078986810471155?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4465078986810471155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-4802572221205055160</id><published>2009-02-14T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:43:10.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching Katy Perry's Thinking Of You MV and i finally understood the real meaning of the song.&lt;br /&gt;and OMG i teared. the MV is so super sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNe6xYJCtIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNe6xYJCtIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-2843358788567941538</id><published>2009-02-13T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:28:28.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shorty got looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shorty got class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shorty got hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shorty got ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drop it down lowww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N? =Nah, No more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha. i feel like such a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2843358788567941538?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2843358788567941538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2843358788567941538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2843358788567941538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2843358788567941538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/woahhh.html' title='woahhh'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6426136163922944588</id><published>2009-02-12T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:53:18.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things are so different now you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i thought it'd be easy, i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now i'm caught, and now i'm caught in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even though i'm with someone new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i can think about is you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now i'm caught, and now i'm caught in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6426136163922944588?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6426136163922944588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6426136163922944588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6426136163922944588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6426136163922944588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/caught-in-middle.html' title='caught in the middle'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7301871550486976163</id><published>2009-02-11T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:00:49.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in transition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont wanna be without you babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont want a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dont wanna take a breath without you babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont wanna play that part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt; but let me just say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont wanna love you in no kind of way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont want a broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont wanna play the broken hearted girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7301871550486976163?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-383297628041658561</id><published>2009-02-10T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:06:32.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='og11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>time flies, i realised i havent blogged for some time now :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall start from today.&lt;br /&gt;today was good! the og outing part i mean.&lt;br /&gt;lectures were okay, queued up for over an hour for uniform=sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i tried on the full s.a. uniform just now and i dont feel right ): it feels so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw! og11 outing was awesomeeee! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;only like, 7 girls went?!&lt;br /&gt;but it was good. went to seoul garden and it was da bestttttt. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah, we're like so divided into 2, but wtvvvv.&lt;br /&gt;despite the scandals and clique-ish issues among us, i still love them (: in general.&lt;br /&gt;and i missed 2 buses. LIKE OMG. i dont wanna talk about it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH did i mention that me, raihan and mus are in the same class? ;D&lt;br /&gt;i must be like the luckiest girl on earth heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest (mon), was okay lah. everyone got irritated queueing up for notes. packed like crazy. i queued up for like, almost 2 hours okay wtfish.&lt;br /&gt;can be considered a packed day for me cause i have ALL my subj lectures back to back. but then again, my lectures only started at 11 so its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;went to queensway with amira after that and i have alr decided on which shoe to buy! PINK!!! but i havent bought it yet even though i had money. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was awesomeeeeeeeeee! :D went for wedding dinner thing at golden landmark. had indian cuisine, 90% of the people there are like, indians :/ and yesss, they're related to me.&lt;br /&gt;but it was good and i was so jakun :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2 days of orientation, i think im too lazy to talk about it LOL&lt;br /&gt;it was good, very very good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to show off to the whole world, for tmr (wed), the only lecture i have is h2 econs! :p which is from 8-9. HEHH. plus, on fri, i only have gp for 3 periods! ;D life is goooooood (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i am about to do right now!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;homework&amp;amp;studystudystudy :/ yesss my school is full of smartasses and muggers and even at the rate that i am going, i feel left behind. ohmygosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-383297628041658561?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/383297628041658561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=383297628041658561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/383297628041658561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/383297628041658561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-wanna-love-you-in-no-kinder-way.html' title='why?'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1772874940033263670</id><published>2009-02-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:15:30.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day</title><content type='html'>3rd day was good, especially the company!&lt;br /&gt;which makes my day worthwhile, even though i'm tired like crayzeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i reached school at 7.05 siolzxzxz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;record breaking time man. but i happened to be lucky. i dont have to wait for the traffic light, the lrt came right when i reached the platform, the bus came even before i reached the bus stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;45 mins journey, from leaving my house, taking the lrt, taking the bus, walking across the whole gigantic sa village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've never felt so accomplished! even my og mates were shocked and surprised cause i was like, the first 50 to be in the cc!!! (out of like 800+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahah ohmygod. i shall be early from now on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the activities in between were so draggy actually, cause a lot of time was wasted waiting for the guys to put our bags in the respective venues. i even managed to get a good sleep while waiting okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;earthquick was not bad. the only bad part was because we didnt get to eat breakfast/lunch. all i ate was 1/2 of a medium-sized twister fries. :/ found common grounds with lots of the girls, which is basically gossiping, bitching, mocking. (at people). HAHAH. no la, just innocent bitching (:0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my og mates very very much (:&lt;br /&gt;especially my awesome awesome mus mus! (LOL) i srsly didnt know what to bring for the food to be given to the snrs thing, and she offered to make extra tuna sandwiches for me to give them! awwww (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohh and my stupid de doopeed umbrella just decided that it shall not work today and i had to like, walk around everywhere in the freaking rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND it just had to rain non stop today. :@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1772874940033263670?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1772874940033263670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1772874940033263670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1772874940033263670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1772874940033263670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/3rd-day.html' title='3rd day'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5993716741819293727</id><published>2009-02-03T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:32:20.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>balls to youuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>i think i shall post about my first two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st orientation day:&lt;br /&gt;were late. LOL. everyone's divided according to birthdates and i was ): cause none of my close friends were in the same og!&lt;br /&gt;made new friends (DUH) and they're nice people (:&lt;br /&gt;played games the whole day. plus mass dance. house cheers!&lt;br /&gt;adilah (my angel. HEH.) is in my og group and i am :D (i am rly not being sarcastic or trying to be mean!)&lt;br /&gt;my OG mates are srsly fun people to be with!&lt;br /&gt;dont know why though, but it was an extremely tiring day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd orientation day:&lt;br /&gt;got much much closer to friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;today was better than yesterday. main highlight of the day was of course, the wet games. and probably the mass dances too.&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome because we got close to one another within a span of two days!&lt;br /&gt;we bond really well because we have common topics to talk about. ^^&lt;br /&gt;OH. and while the water games were on, they blasted music through the stadium(?) speakers. the whole of my awesome OG were singing/screaming/dancing to check yes juliet...and not long after that, it began drizzling! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;okay, so the drizzle soon stopped and we continued with the wet games. then hero/heroine came on and we did the same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;but...not long after that, it began pouring! ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;again, it was just a passing cloud -.- hahah awww our singing cant be that bad right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH and they have yet to bring us on a tour around the school you know -.-&lt;br /&gt;the only places that i know how to get to is the G.O., CC and canteen. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the next three days will be a blast, even though i admit its very tiring :/&lt;br /&gt;me, raihan and ernie have a high probability of getting into the same class! ;D hehh im exciteddd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5993716741819293727?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5993716741819293727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5993716741819293727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5993716741819293727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5993716741819293727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/balls-to-youuuuuuu.html' title='balls to youuuuuuu'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7788702289165169667</id><published>2009-02-01T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:21:52.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe school's starting tmr.&lt;br /&gt;siggh. after 3 whole months of sleeping at 1 in the morning and waking up at 11, i think i'll have a hard time adjusting my sleep time this time round. (omgg i used the word time 3 times in this sentence! and i just used it twice -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to malaysia (again) just now.&lt;br /&gt;but it was definitely fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;been doing a hell lot of shopping lately, and that does not even include what i &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; (school bag, shoes, purse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw, i feel kinda excited for this year!! there's so much happening and so many things to look forward to! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7788702289165169667?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7788702289165169667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7788702289165169667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7788702289165169667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7788702289165169667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-believe-schools-starting-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8290220852032675676</id><published>2009-01-30T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:32:16.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why did they say that JAE results will be out at 8am?!&lt;br /&gt;i was rudely awakened at 6.27 am -.- (plus, i couldnt get back to sleep after that, due to the excitement. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;anw....*inserts drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i got into sa :D&lt;br /&gt;haha quite expected. but you know how worried i was bout not getting in right, since a lot of people applied for that school.&lt;br /&gt;but. a lot of friends ended up in other schools.&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side!&lt;br /&gt;aqilah and I will be morning partners again ;D and we shall NOT be late for school in future heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about yest's csp 'gathering' (tell me, how many gatherings have you been to that are complete?)&lt;br /&gt;so there's only the 7 of us :/&lt;br /&gt;lao shi brought us on a tour at the new school. ate oranges, pumpkin seeds and fried beehoon. LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;me, syaf and erna were bored, so we headed down to jp.&lt;br /&gt;i finally managed to explore the whole place properly and i say, its not bad eh ;D&lt;br /&gt;and omgg me and syaf have this thing for guys clothes 0.0&lt;br /&gt;we were excited over them. hahah omggg did i mention that i was tempted to get a set? ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-8290220852032675676?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8290220852032675676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8290220852032675676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8290220852032675676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8290220852032675676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-did-they-say-that-jae-results-will.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8847494912641132921</id><published>2009-01-29T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:38:39.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>guess who turned 17 today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SYHMJnWbQtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uAY2q2ZwrlQ/s1600-h/IMG_7982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296739102318346962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SYHMJnWbQtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uAY2q2ZwrlQ/s320/IMG_7982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY RAIHAN DEAREST &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;there's so much to say to you, idk where to start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;our friendship had been awesome to the maxxxxxxxx of course :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;aimless partner, everything-partner! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;its amazing how we always tend to fare the same in our studies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and always always be the two who ended up together after being ditched by everyone ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've been a very very impt part of me for the past few years and i love you very much for that :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a million thanks for everything, hanisah will love you till death do us part. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA AWW :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-8847494912641132921?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8847494912641132921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8847494912641132921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8847494912641132921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8847494912641132921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who-turned-17-today.html' title='guess who turned 17 today?'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SYHMJnWbQtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uAY2q2ZwrlQ/s72-c/IMG_7982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-4351361850661730635</id><published>2009-01-28T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:28:49.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>towned with raihan today and i dont know why, it was gooood despite the fact that half of the shops were closed! we were so reluctant to go back to school LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw! i nearly forgot about this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellyowns.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kellyowns.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i nearly forgot that i used to go there all the time to get make up tips from her and she's really good in all those. and now i'm back to being a faithful reader of her blog ^^&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i really do miss 4s3'08 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check out mayvin's mum's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexysaru.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sexysaru.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been catching up on her posts and i think she's a very sporting mother ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adlina and i made a pact! i shall get for her my mat cousin andddd she's gonna kidnap c.e.c. for meeeeeeeeeeee! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;C.E.C.!! hahaha. truly eyecandy-worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4351361850661730635?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4351361850661730635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4351361850661730635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4351361850661730635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4351361850661730635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/towned-with-raihan-today-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7554300172421827741</id><published>2009-01-27T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:54:28.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phone?</title><content type='html'>i nearly forgot, that its time for me to change my phone.&lt;br /&gt;but, i srsly dk what phone to buy ): any recommendation, friends?&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i am alr attached to my current phone. plus, i am contented with its FUNCTIONS. though i still hate the part where the phone always switches off by itself -.-&lt;br /&gt;i tried looking at the new phones online but...everything looks as good to me 0.0&lt;br /&gt;anw, i saw this really hot orange flip phone in malaysia! which they dont have in singapore. but the down side is, i dont think its advisable to get a phone from malaysia, is it?&lt;br /&gt;alah, i hate making decisions. ))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7554300172421827741?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7554300172421827741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7554300172421827741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7554300172421827741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7554300172421827741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/phone.html' title='phone?'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-2065213109154335263</id><published>2009-01-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:31:20.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back and i dont feel all that good now.</title><content type='html'>KL/Kelantan/Melacca trip was goooood!&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be home much earlier but we reached home very very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL- eat eat eat, shop shop shop. movie marathon!&lt;br /&gt;i still cant get enough of shopping. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;the things/food are so cheap ):&lt;br /&gt;i hate the indoor roller coaster, though we didnt even go to the theme park.&lt;br /&gt;because of that roller coaster, part of the building will shake and every single time, i will have this great fear that the whole building will just collapse, you know.&lt;br /&gt;for the record= i ate 5 whole eggs + half a plate of scrambled eggs WITHIN TWO DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna stay off from eggs for the next month, and pls do remind me if i forget okay.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, and the people there (shopkeepers, cleaners, waiters/waitresses) actually call me 'kakak' :0&lt;br /&gt;in singapore, the people will generally call me 'adik'. HAHA do i look that old to them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan- visited cik jamilah's (sp?) house. her youngest daughter is cute to the max man.&lt;br /&gt;their big big terrace house costs RM230,000. ):&lt;br /&gt;if my parents sell our flat, we can get 2 terrace houses there and even then, we'll still have loads of money left. sad.&lt;br /&gt;so anw, when we were eating...my sis suddenly realised she left her hoodie in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later- cousin:"omg yeah!! i left my fav black top there too!!"&lt;br /&gt;30secs later- cousin's sis:"omgggg i left my pink cardi in there!"&lt;br /&gt;hahah! it was a funny scene though. then right, my mum was like saying to them, that they're careless and stuff, should've been like her, check everywhere before checking out of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we then made our way to Melacca.&lt;br /&gt;in the car...&lt;br /&gt;mum:"OMG OMG OMG!!!! I LEFT ALL OUR PASSPORTS IN THE HOTEL ROOM'S SAFE BOX! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" -.-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! all of us were panicking cause obviously the passports are super impt. plus, we were so far away from KL already.&lt;br /&gt;ended up going back to our hotel (duh) and we wasted so much time because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melacca- shopped again. LOL. its a very nice place actually.&lt;br /&gt;(i feel so dense, but i found out that Melacca's bigger than Singapore. LOL. i know Singapore's small, but i didnt know that its to that extent.)&lt;br /&gt;again, wasted lots of time because we made one big round to get to the shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;the going back home part was scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid GPS thing is so horrid, led us to the wrong route.&lt;br /&gt;ended up in some dark, scary, ulu countryside. luckily there were villagers who helped us.&lt;br /&gt;we got frustrated with the GPS and switched it off, decided to just follow the signboards.&lt;br /&gt;3 cars. the fact that our car was the leading car doesnt help at all.&lt;br /&gt;we followed the signboard, so yay, we got onto the right route.(my asssss)&lt;br /&gt;it was the horrible scary route, which i found out from my father's friend today, that its haunted.(there were stories that there would be this car which broke down at the side of the road and the man will ask for help, but the man/car are not real. eeyeerrr. luckily we didnt experience that) he claimed people dont use that route at night, totally understand why -.-&lt;br /&gt;the road was pitch dark (note: no road lights AT ALL.)&lt;br /&gt;from a two way road, it became a one way road, and on both sides of the roads, there were palm trees and nothing, but palm trees.&lt;br /&gt;i felt a bit stupid now, because i was looking at the palm trees and 'reminiscing' bout the ledang times.&lt;br /&gt;failed to realise that everyone in the car was getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;got a bit bored of it after a while, when suddenly, ah, a clearing!&lt;br /&gt;why? because it was a cemetry -.-&lt;br /&gt;finally got freaked out and i didnt dare to look back outside anymore.&lt;br /&gt;found the toll (finallyyyyyy).&lt;br /&gt;uncle(from the last car) told us, that when they were driving through that route, a white thing just flashed past them. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;the moment we left the toll, on the highway, my cousin got this super super super freaky call, i was practically shivering when she told me bout it.&lt;br /&gt;andddd, my aunt&amp;amp;cousin saw these group of people trying to cross the road at the highway. it was alr 11+ at night. hello? highway?? plus, on both sides, there were only forests -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made a vow never ever to go to/leave melacca at night.&lt;br /&gt;but at least the whole trip was interesting ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2065213109154335263?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2065213109154335263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2065213109154335263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2065213109154335263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2065213109154335263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-and-not-feel-all-that-good-now.html' title='i&apos;m back and i dont feel all that good now.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-723702387568673541</id><published>2009-01-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:03:20.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fact is, i dont like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;yest we went back for parti teh and it felt too awkward.&lt;br /&gt;when i turn around, i see lots of new faces, faces that i dont recognize (oh besides rab's sis and braid-girl, our all time fav!! HEH)&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird to even be there.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an abandoned crescentian D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, again, on the bright side, i still have my awesomee friends!&lt;br /&gt;i keep praying night and day all of us will get into sa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd did i mention that i'm very proud and happy for sab? :p&lt;br /&gt;all the way babeeeee! WHOO! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i feel so high. i swear its the cough medicine!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-723702387568673541?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/723702387568673541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=723702387568673541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/723702387568673541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/723702387568673541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/fact-is-i-dont-like-this-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-139216703268425368</id><published>2009-01-18T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:10:26.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the worst thing for you to say during a misunderstading (ESPECIALLY a relationship misunderstanding) is:&lt;br /&gt;"i can explain it"&lt;br /&gt;never say that folks, never say that.&lt;br /&gt;it always seems as though you're implying that, "okay fine, i'm guilty but i have my reasons for doing so", just by saying that. even if what you mean, is nothing of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, words are so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today was as awesome as any sunday can get!&lt;br /&gt;we had this seriously freaky weirdo teacher for madrasah first period (and i mean it.)&lt;br /&gt;he chuckles a lot and grins at us all the time, and says...&lt;em&gt;weird &lt;/em&gt;stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw, towned. shopping. my dad stupidly happily &lt;em&gt;pulled&lt;/em&gt; out one of my hair extentions! arghhhhhhhhh im so super pissed at him. so much for trying to save whats left. longg story. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family gathering after that at al-azhar for azfar's 15th bday! :D&lt;br /&gt;it was splendid, really. food was nothing less than awesome, company was great. so much food, so little space left in my tummy ):&lt;br /&gt;anddd, the adults made a plan to go to KL this sat on an impulse. this saturday! omg too fast, im not prepared at all :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, thanks ah raihan, now you got me addicted to it -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOL. after pestering me for the whole of last year, you must be proud of me now, no? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-139216703268425368?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/139216703268425368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=139216703268425368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/139216703268425368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/139216703268425368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/worst-thing-for-you-to-say-during.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8966935710827454935</id><published>2009-01-17T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:50:03.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>big big dreams</title><content type='html'>it just came.&lt;br /&gt;it dawned upon me, what i wanted the most.&lt;br /&gt;sure, i am very interested in psychology. i wanna study psychology.&lt;br /&gt;but thats only my interest. honestly? honestly, i dont wanna &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;what i want, is to be a successful businesswoman.&lt;br /&gt;what i want &lt;em&gt;the most&lt;/em&gt;, is to open up a whole chain of cupcake shops in Singapore and hopefully, overseas too.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting rather serious bout this whole cupcake business thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i know its not gonna be easy, nothing's gonna be easy.&lt;br /&gt;but this is my dream, and here as i type it all down, i'm saying that i &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;live my dream.&lt;br /&gt;some friends have been supporting me bout this whole thing ever since i made up my mind and i cant express how thankful i am for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the will and strength from God, i hope it will be a sweet journey. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-8966935710827454935?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8966935710827454935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8966935710827454935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8966935710827454935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8966935710827454935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-big-dreams.html' title='big big dreams'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1067641561690713902</id><published>2009-01-16T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:25:11.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baking fiesta</title><content type='html'>there's like, a baking thing going on around here.&lt;br /&gt;yest, my mum made a whole big tub of probably the nicest fruit cupcakes i've ever eaten. (it was gone in less than 30 hours? whose fault is it? :/)&lt;br /&gt;my neighbour on the 2nd level gave us two tupperwares of the most heavenly cookies. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and my neighbour next door gave us rolled tarts (??) andddd its the nicest nicest tarts i've ever eaten, i swear. it..just..melts..in..your..mouth.. yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. so sinful. i should stop being lazy and go out more. anyone wanna go out with me? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1067641561690713902?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1067641561690713902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1067641561690713902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1067641561690713902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1067641561690713902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/baking-fiesta.html' title='baking fiesta'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7444017800974580943</id><published>2009-01-14T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:00:50.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw ten crescentians at cck today D:&lt;br /&gt;(still living in &lt;em&gt;a bit &lt;/em&gt;of self-denial, yknow?)&lt;br /&gt;sa today was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;so much like crescent.&lt;br /&gt;the school building, the people, the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;despite the super long and ass-numbing bus ride, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;found alternative (and faster) routes to reach there the next time.&lt;br /&gt;met/talked to/took a pic with nadrah and siti was ecstatic :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke of the day(or rather yest and two days ago):&lt;br /&gt;NYP JOKE CLUB (ROFL ROFL)&lt;br /&gt;hahaah i couldnt stop laughing bout that. cuteeee kan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7444017800974580943?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7444017800974580943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7444017800974580943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7444017800974580943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7444017800974580943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-ten-crescentians-at-cck-today-d.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5809231666177253553</id><published>2009-01-14T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:30:10.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>happy birthday Liyana &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SW4DEmGLoNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9gF_yRHFXkA/s1600-h/me+and+hani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291169989687746770" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SW4DEmGLoNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9gF_yRHFXkA/s320/me+and+hani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pic taken in 2006, before crescentian reunion thing! omfg i look so disgustingggg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY LIYANA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17 17 17! such a big number, but nvm, still very young at heart! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;good friend for 2 years, close friends for another 2 years. you've been awesome liy, and i mean it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my sec1 malay partner :D hahaha, which makes you the first few friends i make in crescent. so many things to thank you for, so many words to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;especially for being there for me through rain or shine, and for always listening to my problems/rantings, always understanding. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;though we might be taking different paths, you'll always always be a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and of course, you're always welcome to join us (the cck gang) at lot one macs anytime :p HEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love you too much to express it, sighsigh (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;your special present soon from me and us! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5809231666177253553?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5809231666177253553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5809231666177253553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5809231666177253553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5809231666177253553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-liyana-3.html' title='happy birthday Liyana &lt;3'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SW4DEmGLoNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9gF_yRHFXkA/s72-c/me+and+hani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-1732262725956644543</id><published>2009-01-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:25:30.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>finally i can say the word RESULTS normally.&lt;br /&gt;people have been asking (expected). not that good, but not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, a lot of my friends got around the same l1r5 and have thoughts of going to the same school and thats a huge relief. i thought i'm srsly gonna end up alone somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;a plus: raihan and me got the same exact l1r4 and l1r5. haha! (:&lt;br /&gt;we usually get around the same results. and i rmb amath prelims, we got the same exact marks too! hahah. loveeee her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall results for our school dropped. new syllabus or us? maybe both. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did you see that nadiah person on the news?! yess thats my freak friend (as i have labelled her LOL) she's srsly a freak smart ass and so...weirdly weird at the same time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn between choosing which school i should go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today went to lido with beloved friends for linner! our last time going there in crescent uniform D:&lt;br /&gt;sighsigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1732262725956644543?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1732262725956644543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1732262725956644543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1732262725956644543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1732262725956644543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4390004334989288139</id><published>2009-01-11T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:56:47.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do we go now?</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling rather &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;today and i dont know why, but i just know that it is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; because of the fact that Rs are gonna be released tmr. that itself, is another whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sab said yest made my cry (yes i admit this) because i dont wanna face reality that soon. i have to admit that her words are true and that nothing's gonna happen, because the ball is in her court now.&lt;br /&gt;shitty things happen all the time and i know eventually, people will move on.&lt;br /&gt;but i have a hunch that this one will take a very long timeeeeeee and will definitely not be as easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone/line is so kental. lately i get half of my messages like, hours after they are sent. which is bullshit. i totally hate it when there's a communication breakdown. because i communicate a lot through smses.&lt;br /&gt;i like my time/day to be planned out properly. (even though sometimes, or a lot of times, i dont exactly follow them.)&lt;br /&gt;but still, it makes me feel good. not having a proper plan irritates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4390004334989288139?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4390004334989288139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4390004334989288139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4390004334989288139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4390004334989288139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-do-we-go-now.html' title='where do we go now?'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-2657891615352592720</id><published>2009-01-10T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:00:08.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're running out of things to do</title><content type='html'>1.) MSN&lt;br /&gt;i think besides the busy sign that they have for msn, they should like, create a new one: EXTRA BUSY&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on la, sometimes even when we're not busy, we put the busy sign there. and if we are really busy, then we'll also put that busy sign there. fine, i do that too. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and another sign: BORED. (=anyone who is as bored, please feel free to talk to me bout anything under the sun/moon/stars)&lt;br /&gt;hmm maybe i should suggest all these ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) thriller movies.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, the only time i can keep my mouth shut while watching a movie/show/drama, is when the movie/show/drama is chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;NOT because its so bimbotic, but at least its rational and real.&lt;br /&gt;like when i watch ghost movies or thriller movies or action packed movies, i would be commenting and complaining too much.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we have to admit it right, that in those movies, the characters &lt;em&gt;always always &lt;/em&gt;do stupid stuff. (my sisters have gotten used to this part of me now)&lt;br /&gt;my sisters will always say "but thats the plot what!"&lt;br /&gt;but yessss, so stupid and not rational (a lot of the times). like for example, if they saw like a ghost/murderer in a place, they always tend to do stupid stuff, ESPECIALLY like entering the place or like taking their own sweet time etc.&lt;br /&gt;stupid, if you know got ghost/murderer, just RUN as fast as possible and dont waste a single second! your life first, okay. curiousity in such situations kill &lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; not the cat.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if the characters are made to be smarter than that(and run away), then there would be no plot right -.-&lt;br /&gt;SO YES. i dont like such stupid movies/shows/dramas.&lt;br /&gt;(part of my criteria of a good movie/show/drama)&lt;br /&gt;so actually, when you think of it, bimbos who love chick flicks are actually very wise and realistic people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) R&lt;br /&gt;my mum (yes, my mum) said just now that if i get good R, she will get for me an iPhone and my mouth literally dropped in shock. like this: =0&lt;br /&gt;i asked her 'are you sure?! dyou have any idea how much it costs??'&lt;br /&gt;(highlight this point again: my MUM said that)&lt;br /&gt;and she must've realised its not exactly cheap so she added,&lt;br /&gt;"but it must be within my budget" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes a big WTH.&lt;br /&gt;anw, 36 hours! sorry for reminding but i know it drives everyone (even the teachers!!!) nuts! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-2657891615352592720?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2657891615352592720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=2657891615352592720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2657891615352592720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/2657891615352592720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-youre-running-out-of-things-to-do.html' title='when you&apos;re running out of things to do'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7449837155133575112</id><published>2009-01-09T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:56:31.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's my friend.</title><content type='html'>this post is a special post dedicated specially to sab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sab! since you said i always sound so :( in my posts, i shall make this one a happy one (just for you tau!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though today, a lot of shitty stuff happened, it was still a nice day! (look on the bright side of life! as always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired myself out like shit during the poly open houses, but we got nice stuff!&lt;br /&gt;i got damn bloody annoyed at the nyp ppl, but its okay, 50 bucks on the way! ;D&lt;br /&gt;two groups of ppl stole our cabs, but ohwell, we finally got a cab so yay!&lt;br /&gt;a million traffic lights and an extremely long traffic jam (cab fare=$20), we got super annoyed and upset when we were told angklung alr performed but its okay, we managed to get to the campfire and saw friends there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha i sound so fake uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, thank &lt;u&gt;youuu&lt;/u&gt; for making me feel much better now. from the rant about that person to the funny 'wanna make friends with random ppl' part. HAHA. cute lah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, anyone reading this, please do make friends with sab! :D&lt;br /&gt;haha she wants to spread her loveeeee to everyone out there, so do add her up on msn! :D&lt;br /&gt;or facebook (though she doesnt like facebook. again, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. she doesnt bite. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7449837155133575112?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7449837155133575112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7449837155133575112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7449837155133575112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7449837155133575112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-my-friend.html' title='she&apos;s my friend.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8188482726838037561</id><published>2009-01-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:45:32.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i mention that one of my hair extentions fell off? like seriously. the hair, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i initially freaked out because i thought it was my own hair and something really wrong is happening to me (like cancer? lol)&lt;br /&gt;but i got pissed, cause it just shows that bloody thing was not worth my money. ehhhh horrible seh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back there again soon to get more extentions done AND complain to that person bout it. (then hopefully, she'll give me another one for free HEH HEH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's Secret runway show was WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;looks, figure, hair, tan, EXTRA AMAZING LINGERIE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;things i never have. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH and my house line is currently not working cause the modem thing is spoilt or smth.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;its bloody irritating because the phone will keep ringing non stop throughout the whole day. (ok exaggerating but you get my point.) and the calls are hardly for me.&lt;br /&gt;and also the fact that half of the time noone bothers to pick up the phone is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i'm welcoming a peaceful weekend ahead (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-8188482726838037561?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8188482726838037561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8188482726838037561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8188482726838037561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8188482726838037561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-mention-that-one-of-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1872738301689754317</id><published>2009-01-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:26:14.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>ironies of life</title><content type='html'>yknow whats the weird thing?&lt;br /&gt;i think sec4 life had been rather colourful for me.&lt;br /&gt;i had a lot of fun in sec4, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i was reading through my sec3 posts and i sound so miserable all the time. no doubt, every year in crescent had been a special one.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll dare say, that even with the o's, sec4 life had been rather good (:&lt;br /&gt;i hardly had any conflicts going on (besides the latest one. but not counted!), i dont complain too much since i pretty much got the hang of everything (after 4 yrs), got closer to more people, stick to only one e.c. (HAHAHAHA), my studies are back on the average level (=average grades are Bs, not Cs) etc. you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMGG i was so freaking emo in sec3. HAHA so not like me now, i swear. i do cry sometimes, but thats when things get like really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;so embarrassing eeyer. but i still could not access my previous blog. haiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, 2008 had been wonderful for me and i would like to sincerely thank everyone for making it that way for me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. does anyone knows who is rimotokufu?! HAHA i believe its the nickname of someone whom i ec (i &lt;em&gt;think)&lt;/em&gt; but omg, i seriously cannot rmb dudezz.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. i am a changed person now, really. ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1872738301689754317?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1872738301689754317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1872738301689754317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1872738301689754317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1872738301689754317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/ironies-of-life.html' title='ironies of life'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4364922534009432599</id><published>2009-01-06T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:43:16.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><title type='text'>lucky.</title><content type='html'>i just made a 30cents phone call and i won $50. God does have some sympathy for me.&lt;br /&gt;(hahah. or right, maybe its the fact that i changed my blog song to this religious song that made my luck very good :p)&lt;br /&gt;and i can have a chance in winning $1000 siolzxz. :0&lt;br /&gt;but i have to skip crescent's campfire for that. (of course i'll choose friends over money anytime man. but still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited! heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4364922534009432599?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4364922534009432599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4364922534009432599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4364922534009432599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4364922534009432599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucky.html' title='lucky.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7284759853880638363</id><published>2009-01-06T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:46:16.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MUST WATCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/93CPo0sBVZc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7284759853880638363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/joy.html' title='joy.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4865964590691493258</id><published>2009-01-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:50:09.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>rewind.</title><content type='html'>this song has been on repeat since just now and i dont know why...............&lt;br /&gt;not that i feel like seriously repenting now or anything though.&lt;br /&gt;dont mind the sudden change though (haha).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4865964590691493258?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4865964590691493258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4865964590691493258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4865964590691493258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4865964590691493258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/rewind.html' title='rewind.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-644172589489456772</id><published>2009-01-03T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:18:59.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4S3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>for my s3 friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;3s3 '07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to admit, it wasnt a pleasant year, no?&lt;br /&gt;we hated the teachers, the teachers hated us.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers gave up on us. we dont care.&lt;br /&gt;countless conflicts going on in the class.&lt;br /&gt;the grades that we were getting drove the teachers insane.&lt;br /&gt;everyone only minded their own business.&lt;br /&gt;we only stayed with our cliques.&lt;br /&gt;homework always uncompleted, sleeping in class too much, rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;classroom's constantly dirty (at the beginning of the year)&lt;br /&gt;eight had to leave, we sure were a disappointing bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4s3 '08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drastic change. got new teachers.&lt;br /&gt;34, seems like such a small number, but we went on.&lt;br /&gt;we love &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of our teachers.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;more teachers loved us.&lt;br /&gt;everyone sure worked hard.&lt;br /&gt;everyone got along better, in general. (personal hatred doesnt count heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;skipping extra classes or remedials are like, sins. haha.&lt;br /&gt;became closer to people whom i hardly talked to the year before.&lt;br /&gt;despite the disappointment during prelims, i felt that everyone worked harder, much harder than i have seen.&lt;br /&gt;and i truly love all the people who sat around me.&lt;br /&gt;namely siti, amira, raihan, aisah, genelle, ryhan, nat, nad, constance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a whole, i really do love s3 (:&lt;br /&gt;never once have i regretted being in that class.&lt;br /&gt;we know, secretly, people have been looking down on us.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i cant imagine myself being in any other class (no offence, but i dont know how i'll survive in s1 or s2)&lt;br /&gt;but 'we know we're smart, just that we're waiting to show it only during the o levels' (or smth like that) HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;insyaallah, we will get good results (:&lt;br /&gt;s3 foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrr! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-644172589489456772?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/644172589489456772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=644172589489456772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/644172589489456772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/644172589489456772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-s3-friends.html' title='for my s3 friends.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5697561616501212053</id><published>2009-01-03T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:46:25.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anw yest i came home at like, past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;and yknow how scary the path to my neighbourhood is right?&lt;br /&gt;had to pass by the forest and all those stuff. it's so annoying because a lot of ppl dropped off at the same lrt station but none at all actually walked in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached the crossroads, it was TOTALLY EMPTY. no cars, no people, nothing. kinda went mad waiting for the traffic light to turn red. even the coffeeshop at the CC was like...empty.&lt;br /&gt;scary shitz okay.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what i did?&lt;br /&gt;i went minah-style.&lt;br /&gt;i blasted my music from my phone as loud as i could.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. dont blame me. i was just trying to fill up the silence.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, tried so hard to walk as near to the road as possible, i was practically walking on the curb.&lt;br /&gt;the path is narrow and i refused to get any nearer to the forest side. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good lesson learnt actually. never come home after midnight. not unless there's someone to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate Joke Encyclopedia has been my best friend for the past few days. its super thick and i'm nowhere near done. but its damn entertaining! :D&lt;br /&gt;i shall share some really wacky ones some other day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5697561616501212053?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5697561616501212053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5697561616501212053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5697561616501212053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5697561616501212053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/anw-yest-i-came-home-at-like-past.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1018556776306209882</id><published>2009-01-03T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:50:40.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what i'm confused about now?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to put my level mates under.&lt;br /&gt;as in, in my msn, i catagorize everyone according to their levels, ex-crescentians, ymc, csp and pri sch friends.&lt;br /&gt;i still havent changed the level part and it feels sad cause i dont wanna dump all my contacts into the 'ex-crescentians' part. i just doesnt seem right. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town and bbq yest was good though in the end it...wasnt so pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;but anw, i got my extentions (so does siti) and its kinda coooool.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that its hard to comb my hair ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm rly rly rly sorry to kak aisyah ): kesian sehhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;plus, thanks and sorry to ilyaaaaa. (: / ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i ended up being at this evening?&lt;br /&gt;JOHOR.&lt;br /&gt;lifted my mood. what with all those retail therapy and food galore.&lt;br /&gt;baskin robbins' choc brownie ice cream is seriously seriously my no1 fav ice cream in da worldddddddddddd. its so niceeeeeeeeee! they actually put like, real pieces of brownies inside. AND its made from low-fat yoghurt. only for RM8. damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel weird. i'm not the only one who's sad that i couldnt go to school on the first day of school. ):&lt;br /&gt;miss crescent life, i admit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1018556776306209882?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1018556776306209882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1018556776306209882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1018556776306209882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1018556776306209882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-what-im-confused-about-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1171065728203833423</id><published>2009-01-01T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:28:59.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's gonna be a long post.</title><content type='html'>so, today's the first day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare say that 2008 was an amazing year for me. amazing does not necessarily equate to fun only, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course 2008 had been an awesome year for me (and my fellow level mates) since its our last yr in crescent and it was our o level yr.&lt;br /&gt;who knew mugging could be such a fun thing?&lt;br /&gt;i got incredibly closer to many of my classmates this year. ( i think i shall put up a dedication post for s3 soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with studies first, aye?&lt;br /&gt;my studies improved, thanks to the dedication my teachers put in (and of course, my own effort la. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;it was also the year whereby i nvr hated combined humans so bloody much. (but weird though, when i think of SS and history seperately, i dont hate those subjects)&lt;br /&gt;basically, much of my time during the year was spent studying or attending extra lessons.&lt;br /&gt;prelims was a nightmare but o's was much better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers,&lt;br /&gt;i loved cikgu k even more this yr. HEH (:&lt;br /&gt;i started to hate LHG too, and join the league with siti. :p&lt;br /&gt;we had amazing and dedicated teachers too this yr.&lt;br /&gt;mr ravi, who had made el lessons ever so interesting. amazing guy.&lt;br /&gt;mrstang and MDM LOKE (!!) who i must admit, are actually rather good math teachers and srsly thanks to them, my math became stable.&lt;br /&gt;ms chua, OMG. i love her so much toooo! she's a darn good amath teacher.&lt;br /&gt;mr m and mr tan, for being our form teachers. hehh. sorry not much to say bout them.&lt;br /&gt;ms chia and mdm ting, who made ss lessons much much much better (seriously).&lt;br /&gt;mrs lau. heh. my hist teacher for 3 whole years yo :D but sad kan, my history still not good. SIGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;ms ho and mr tan phys lessons are well, relatively okay. (but mr tan pms too yknow? :/)&lt;br /&gt;mrs chia has been a rather supportive chem teacher (: though i kinda sensed that she was on the brink of giving up after marking our prelim papers.&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, mrs yip. OMGG. im seriously guilty for always falling asleep in her class ok. srsly, most of her lessons are like after lunch or right before lunch=the sleepy period. but she's darn nice and good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angklung + pbmc,&lt;br /&gt;though last year we hardly have much activities (in which we are involved in) for both, i'll still love my two CCAs here (: i truly miss playing the angklung ): and i love pbmc because through that, i have gotten to know more malay people in my school, expanding my social circle. and the fact that the malay girls in our school are kinda bonded makes me very proud (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends,&lt;br /&gt;they had been an amazing part of me.&lt;br /&gt;love them to bits. be it my s3 girls, kelas k, CCA mates, JK members, s2 math class friends, i love them all (:&lt;br /&gt;i got closer to a lot of my classmates and finally, we can feel the loveeeee. (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;finally could at least recognize most of my levelmates LOL&lt;br /&gt;juniors are...well, still being juniors. haha. but they're good (:&lt;br /&gt;and it'd be a lie to say that some weren't awesome and i love them xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'll nvr forget those wonderful moments.&lt;br /&gt;night study rocksssss. LOL. night study sessions are just lovely, and i wish i had more of that.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how can i forget my thrid home? the second L place. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;always finding an oppurtunity to drop by lot one after school with my lovelies to grab some food before heading home, or study there 8D&lt;br /&gt;there was also graduation, which was not-so-nice but not-so-bad.&lt;br /&gt;prom was of course the highlight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YESSSSS how can i ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;my amazing csp friends :D&lt;br /&gt;and my laoshi! omggggg csp had never been so fun, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the year of crushes LOL.&lt;br /&gt;my beloved, awesome Zed.&lt;br /&gt;and CEC. xD&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, SWQ. ROFL ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the latest (but not least)....Mitchell Davis! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay, basically thats it i guess? yeahhh 2008 was goooood.&lt;br /&gt;even though it always hurts to leave the past, and what we cherish and love most, behind, it's always good to have a new and fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry friends, i will forever and ever love and remember each and every one of you guys. x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1171065728203833423?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1171065728203833423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1171065728203833423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1171065728203833423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1171065728203833423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-gonna-be-long-post.html' title='it&apos;s gonna be a long post.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6958612133295755667</id><published>2008-12-30T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:11:27.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>bye 2008, hello 2009</title><content type='html'>1. Did you have a good 2008 and why?&lt;br /&gt;i'd be lying if i were to say that 2008 wasnt an amazing year, despite it being THE year. i'm thankful that my studies started improving a lot this year and thank god, o's wasnt as traumatizing and hard as expected. (though prelims was)&lt;br /&gt;i got to know more people better too, of course, and i started appreciating everything a lot, especially SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;there's loads of wonderful memories that i have from 2008 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;hahah sort of, i guess. i'm not about to make one for next yr yet though. cause it just doesnt seem like a new year at all...i'll wait till i get o's results and get to my new school/poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;nope. and thankfully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What cities did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;johor mostly. i hardly travelled this year. haiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;brains? HAHA. i think...self-composure. definitely. and less pms-ing, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;wow, tough qn. 14th feb (valentines!), 29th may (HEHE my bday), 7th june (i think...cant rmb the exact date. pbmc step down party.), 13th Nov (end of o's), 17th nov (prom!). but there's loads more of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;mmm. lots. but if its in terms of studies, definitely, by jumping 5 grades for my emath. HEHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;losing a veryveryvery precious friend. sighhhhh. OH. and also stayin at a dumbass c6 for my combined humans (i've been getting the same grade since last yr ok, no matter how much harder i've studied and tried. thats why i hate combined humans so much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;fell sick for countless times this year. horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;my strawberry shortcake bedsheet set (complete with the comforter) HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;my beloved raihan :D hahaha she's so hardworking sehhh. my personal motivator ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;FOOD. sighhhhh so sad no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;o's. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. remember me this way- Jordan Hill. reminds me of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;sadder ): no more first day at crescent anymore ): my life in crescent sort of ends here.....and thats sad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;br /&gt;fatter la omgggggg. somehow we find that its rather hard to mug without food, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;if you count in the money that i just recieved from dad yest, then richer? haha i'm always broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;expanding my social circle. its never nice to have no company during new yr's eve )): or christmas, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;woah sleep definitely. it's too annoying when you feel all geared up to mug and you ended up dozing off involuntarily. then being upset with yourself the next day because you regret spending that night so stupidly. agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home. sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;hahah &lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;/em&gt;ah. shrugs. but definitely had more crushes this year. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;errrrr. i dont watch that much tv throughout the yr, sadly. but now...it's gotta be that taiwanese show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;i dont hate anyone, rmb (: OHHHHHHH no wait. maybe you can include LHG inside. yeahhh. she picks on us, like srsly, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;this book....which i forgot the title :/ it's a super nice booooook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How do you think you have changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;hardworking, definitely. OH YEAHH i transformed into a full-time nerd this yr 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;being the typical nerd AND crescentian, of course i wanted nothing but good grades. sad, only half of it came true because my grades were like, the extremes. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the same as syikin, "my friend back". sad, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. tali pocong perawan. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;went to watch a ghost movie (earlyyyyyyy in the morning?! LOL) and going out with fellow jk members to buy stuff for the step down party. (: my sweet sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;paying more attention in class. especially those draggyyyyyyyy lessons after lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;mmm. girly yet dark, maybe? i realised that all my clothes and accessories that i bought this yr are mostly dark coloured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;lovely friends and some of my beloved teachers (: and crushes? HEHE. oh yeah, Superhero, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;some time back a friend introduced Mitchell Davis to me and he totally became my crush :p HAHA. (is he even counted?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;i dont rly get to know a lot of new ppl this yr, just some. and i think maybeeeeee uh, mdm loke? :D YESSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What was one good quality you thought you possessed in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;willpower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What was one bad quality you thought you possessed in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;too pms-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;dont be stupid. we cant always have the best of both worlds. we gain some, we lose some. i've 'lost' a friend whom i cherish and love veryveryvery much and it stings that things are not getting any better right now. oh, and to add to that, chase for your own happiness, because noone is gonna do it for you. if you want it, you chase for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you look forward to in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;o's results (D.U.H.), new school=new friends=new environment, pbmc drama production! hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Any big plans for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm we shall see. (: i'm hoping that 2009 will be the start of my Year Of Dreams :D:D:D never too young to start my own cupcake business :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6958612133295755667?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6958612133295755667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6958612133295755667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6958612133295755667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6958612133295755667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-2008-hello-2009.html' title='bye 2008, hello 2009'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-5993707095109113293</id><published>2008-12-30T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:55:55.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raihan's sis's wedding was gooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;saw a grp of ppl playing the whole gamelan set (or wtv its supp to be called)&lt;br /&gt;totally mesmerized (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everything's too fucked up for me too care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;haiiiiiii life's such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i have no new year resolutions yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's confirmed that results will be out on the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;everyone from all the other schools claimed so.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhh. less than two weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;bad vibesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd why is the world so obsessed with all these korean bands/singers/actors?&lt;br /&gt;i dont find it irritating. just that even though i'm not a fan myself, i know a lot about them (involuntarily) because everyone talks about them and keep telling me to listen to their songs.&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, my sister is forever blasting or singing korean songs and i'm sure a lot of you korean bands/singers/actors fans out there would loveeeeeeeee to visit her room (:&lt;br /&gt;amanda keeps making me listen to all these korean bandsssss. HAIYAHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-5993707095109113293?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5993707095109113293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=5993707095109113293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5993707095109113293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/5993707095109113293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/raihans-siss-wedding-was-gooooooood.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-960418972159361123</id><published>2008-12-27T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:02:24.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not exactly a fan of paramore. nor do i exactly like this song that much. but this song means something and i thought i should put it as my blog song, yknow, to remember those times.&lt;br /&gt;it's such a meaningful song anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how did we get here, when i used to know you so well?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i remember that. certainly.&lt;br /&gt;over and over again, i'm saying that IMY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-960418972159361123?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/960418972159361123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=960418972159361123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/960418972159361123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/960418972159361123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-exactly-fan-of-paramore.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8685678033179892984</id><published>2008-12-27T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:28:55.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, pics from long long long time ago. finally transferred them to my comp. in random order, lazy to arrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3hrsQ56I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LEEZK9ciyuY/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472264569448354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3hrsQ56I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LEEZK9ciyuY/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study table! ohmygod i miss this D:&lt;br /&gt;all my motivations and little notes. heh.&lt;br /&gt;my mum made me put everything down  right after my o's ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3ha5gavI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QV1O82SpKM8/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472260061588210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3ha5gavI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QV1O82SpKM8/s320/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly bought this dress for prom. SHOULD HAVE. now i think this looks nicer than the one i bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3hAjqcsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7WkQ3pqx6Wk/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472252990649026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3hAjqcsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7WkQ3pqx6Wk/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. meet Simba, the new addition to the family! (ok not so new. this picture was taken eons ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3gkFkGEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0t2f3cPbrVU/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472245348210754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3gkFkGEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0t2f3cPbrVU/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a super fat, scaredy cat (LOL) he doesnt even freaking dare to leave the house, HATES it when we leave the door open, and always run away and hide when visitors come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3ghOiWdI/AAAAAAAAAME/G-Cvxe3MvjQ/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472244580538834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3ghOiWdI/AAAAAAAAAME/G-Cvxe3MvjQ/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting cute? nice job of hiding all those fats, Simba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3BW_CL3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/B3znSITt140/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471709255217010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3BW_CL3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/B3znSITt140/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3BD9sGwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CXBlZFoaaF8/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471704149302018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3BD9sGwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CXBlZFoaaF8/s320/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old hair oh so terribly ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3BPqbL-I/AAAAAAAAALs/XSLj2yDZazI/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471707289726946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3BPqbL-I/AAAAAAAAALs/XSLj2yDZazI/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is too dark. but that's beloved syaza there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3AzU6vEI/AAAAAAAAALk/aW21-QgFIBA/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471699683327042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3AzU6vEI/AAAAAAAAALk/aW21-QgFIBA/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the wonder of physics. i'm so bored that i'm starting to do all these kind of things -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3AjPDnpI/AAAAAAAAALc/wAcBwYKU5q0/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471695363776146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3AjPDnpI/AAAAAAAAALc/wAcBwYKU5q0/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fried mee suah babyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2aUgvcGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ut1q7PRM76w/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471038576390242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2aUgvcGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ut1q7PRM76w/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEART SHAPED POTATO! COOL NO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2ax7xfII/AAAAAAAAALU/FxZjn82Cs9w/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471046474398850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2ax7xfII/AAAAAAAAALU/FxZjn82Cs9w/s320/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the crippled Mr&amp;amp;Mrs Gingerbread. we ate their hands LOL (i think they taste disgusting though. YUCK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2alqUQSI/AAAAAAAAALM/c49seRupyvA/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471043179954466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2alqUQSI/AAAAAAAAALM/c49seRupyvA/s320/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cupcake! HEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2aoJHMrI/AAAAAAAAALE/wq4dpFg5o6c/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471043845993138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2aoJHMrI/AAAAAAAAALE/wq4dpFg5o6c/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made too much icing.&lt;br /&gt;(i put too much colouring though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2acum5jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8XFHeQ3oDzA/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471040782034482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY2acum5jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8XFHeQ3oDzA/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEE my first attempt at cupcakes! not good la, but give me some credits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i feel much better today, i shall talk bout my malaysia(johor) trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOOD AND SHOPPING PARADISE. seriously. i mean, everything is freaking halal and the food is ultra cheap we kept buying loads of food :/ ahhhhh. bad, bad. but the shopping part was great. even though i was forced to miss cikgu's bday celebration, it was kinda worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to jnrs out there: dont freaking buy your prom dresses in Singapore. a serious waste of money. yknow the kind you see here where the dresses cost like hundred plus? there, the very very very nice and pretty ones only cost 140 &lt;strong&gt;RINGGIT. &lt;/strong&gt;convert it to Singapore money and it's only around 60 freaking dollars. the cheapest one was only 60 ringgit ok. (AND it's pretty) i was complaining all the way to my dad bout this okay. and my prom dress isnt as pretty as those dresses at all. SIGHSIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what? I BAKED CUPCAKES YESTERDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would've guessed that making the icing was harder than making the cupcakes itself. i initially thought i failed at the icing part. but it wasnt so bad. my sisters said they were niceeeeeeee! HEE. first step to realising my cupcake business dream :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, went to je library with nishan! HEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, the earth shattering news of the year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nita claimed that the results would be out on the 12th and she could confirm that. like OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FREAKING DREAMT THAT RESULTS WOULD BE OUT ON THE 12TH. AND IN THE SAME DREAM, I DREAMT THAT I GOT 15 FREAKING POINTS! (i'm telling the world that now so that it wont come true ): 15 points is no goooooooood!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok my back aches just after using the comp for 3 hours. aiyahhhhhh i feel like an old lady.&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/8713879558502552499-8685678033179892984?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8685678033179892984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8685678033179892984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8685678033179892984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8685678033179892984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-pics-from-long-long-long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SVY3hrsQ56I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LEEZK9ciyuY/s72-c/DSC00486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-1056843205342595134</id><published>2008-12-27T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:00:57.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams?'/><title type='text'>big dreams.</title><content type='html'>in my previous post, i mentioned that i have big dreams. really big.&lt;br /&gt;i shall tell you about some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) my utmost dream is to open up a cupcake shop. yknow, like those donut shops, just that i sell cupcakes? i know it's very hard because making cupcakes aren't as easy as making donuts. but since noone has attempted it yet, why shouldnt i? if possible, i wanna open a chain of stores by the time i turn 25. i know this dream is very bigggg. maybe me and raihan can go into a partnership? HAHA. and come on, who actually doesn't like cupcakes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) i wanna form a dance group. and make ourselves known in a span of five years. (it's not easy, you know.) yknow, those kind of hip hop groups. but not too hip-hop-ish. street dance maybe? some people have voiced out their interest in this and if we really want it, i believe that WE CAN DO IT!! though i am very much aware of the many problems that we will face obviously. like time, venue, commitment etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) when i get married, i wanna travel to different countries and adopt orphans from those different countries (: i hope my future husband will allow (HEH) but of course i'll have a couple of my own kids too. (for now that is, i am more afraid of the prospect of staying in the hospital than the giving birth part itself. i hate hospitals D: and all those creepy...stuff. i mean, people actually DIE there yknow. and not like hospitals are protected, in religious terms.)&lt;br /&gt;so anw, yeahh, i like the thought of having a multi-racial family. extremely coooooooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope the process wouldn't be too hard. i mean, i have read in manymany books bout such cases where lots of problems arise (though i'm not certain whether all those info are facts or just fiction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, thats my top three for now :D&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have manymanymany moreeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1056843205342595134?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1056843205342595134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1056843205342595134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1056843205342595134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1056843205342595134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-dreams.html' title='big dreams.'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-6367955202815958367</id><published>2008-12-25T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T05:11:26.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;According to your age, list down the number of things that most people don't know about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.) i drink loads and loads of coffee when i am angry/pissed/upset, so as to calm myself down. (so, when i'm angry/pissed/upset, you know what to do. LOLL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.) i'm not all that religious-y but i do carry out my prayers and go to religious class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.) my feet bone structure is totally out of shape. you'll know what i mean when you look at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.) i have dreamt of almost everyone whom i know. seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.) i have 3021 messages in my inbox. i dont delete my messages since feb this year. HAHAH. crazy i know, but it's really nice to read through the messages when you're bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(sidetrack a bit, but this was the most random msg i found. siti:"hahahahahahah bubuzah bubuzah! *inserts horny man emoticon! Zomg hahahah Hanisaaaaaaah! *kiss emoticon*". LOLL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.) sometimes, people tend to push me around cause i cant stand up for my own rights ): BOO dont anyone dare bully me after reading this okayyy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.) I have impossible crushes :0 (C.E.C, Mitchell Davis, Zed. at least CEC is well, still in Singapore and he is _'s _'s friend. but he's attached i think, and 3 yrs my senior! Mitchell Davis is...too far away. is Zed even counted? he's an ultra cuteeee zebra soft toy which i had been eyeing since months agooooo. i had never wanted a soft toy so badly in my whole entire life.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.) i have crushes on girls too. not the i-wanna-be-with-you kinda crush. it's the you're-so-awesome-that-i-admire-you kinda crush. eyecandies, or wtv you call them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.) i admit, i am kinda biased. i treat the people i like much much better even though sometimes they do nothing to deserve it. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.) i had never kissed a guy (or a girl, for that matter) :/ laugh all you want!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.) i loveeeee bio and amath a lot but ironically, i dont do well in them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.) i seriously don't hate anyone, at all. when i say i 'hate' someone, i'm just saying that i don't approve of what they did. only that. i dont hate anyone (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13.) i have manymanymany relatives and cousins out there whom i dont even know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(it's a long story. lets start. my grandma on my dad's side married 5 guys in her life. all of them had passed away though. i have cousins in KL, Johor and Australia whom i barely know at all. one aunt from Australia just passed away and i dont even have any idea who she is or how she looks like. my mum's stepdad married THREE other wives from god knows where and yknow what? i have never met them at all. there's like a couple of kids who are my age, accodring to him. yeahh WOWW. there's a probability that i'll walk past by them in the streets and not even know that we're related.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14.) i have veryyyyyyyyy big dreams. so big, i can go on and on about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15.) i seriously have a weak spot for being nice. i find it so hard to say no if someone needs my help, as long as it's within my capabilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16.) Superhero is NOT my lover, bf/gf or anth. I like Superhero and it stops at that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-6367955202815958367?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6367955202815958367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=6367955202815958367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6367955202815958367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/6367955202815958367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/facts-about-me.html' title='facts about me'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-1023156570060513871</id><published>2008-12-23T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:29:51.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FSF'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r40JhET5its&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r40JhET5its&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had an ocean to compliment the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'd pull it down and paint it for you and I'd never question why&lt;br /&gt;Cause "red would mean you loved me"&lt;br /&gt;And "blue would mean you cared"&lt;br /&gt;But black my heart when left alone to cold and killing stairs&lt;br /&gt;This is the burning of a dream&lt;br /&gt;This is the burning of a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The sound now turns to silence&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Naked in the rain of my own tears&lt;br /&gt;As they fall into the bucket of your apologies&lt;br /&gt;While closing everyone else's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because your own are shut&lt;br /&gt;Not to see the volume rise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm waiting in the last hiding place on earth&lt;br /&gt;Haman's noose tight round my neck but im saved&lt;br /&gt;and for 100,000 memories been washed ashore&lt;br /&gt;Be swept again by forever&lt;br /&gt;And sailed away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rain has ended&lt;br /&gt;So the sun can shine through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The sound now turns to silence&lt;br /&gt;But I keep spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Naked in the rain of my own tears&lt;br /&gt;As they fall into the bucket of your apologies&lt;br /&gt;While closing everyone else's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because your own are shut&lt;br /&gt;Not to see the volume rise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you could row my boat ashore&lt;br /&gt;Only you could set my fears at rest&lt;br /&gt;But until lack of sympathies regress&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The sound now turns to silence&lt;br /&gt;But I keep spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Naked in the rain of my own tears&lt;br /&gt;As they fall into the bucket of your apologies&lt;br /&gt;While closing everyone else's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because your own are shut&lt;br /&gt;Not to see the volume rise again&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;such an all-time favourite (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ASsPQO5aCUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ASsPQO5aCUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;anw, they're not that emo kan? aper saje seh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-1023156570060513871?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1023156570060513871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=1023156570060513871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1023156570060513871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/1023156570060513871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/sound-if-i-only-had-ocean-to-compliment.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-7751396222227227533</id><published>2008-12-23T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:52:21.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams and fantasies'/><title type='text'>out of the world</title><content type='html'>i shall not talk about today since it just breaks my heart ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember telling anyone this at all, but i've always dreamt of figure skating, since primary school.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda forgot bout it for a short while but watching that show just now kinda reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont figure skate at all, i cant even skate properly in the first place. but i do love watching people figure skate.&lt;br /&gt;not more of the performing part, but i think it's the satisfaction that you will get after performing a very beautiful move.&lt;br /&gt;i love the moves they make, that i can even tell you now the names and how you're supposed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;weird no, that i havent even tried any in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;i think fear always gets the best of people. ok, besides other issues.like venue, the cost just to enter the venue, my age, my figure (HAHA omg like there's even any to start with), who to teach etc etc&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i think it's really a very beautiful sport. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is one of my motivations to turn rich as soon as possible. LOL(rich=a lot of money=have my own personal skating rink+have my own coach=personal training=not feeling out of place for learning how to ice skate only at such an age)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. dont you know that i have very big dreams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-7751396222227227533?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7751396222227227533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=7751396222227227533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7751396222227227533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/7751396222227227533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-world.html' title='out of the world'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-8467921092805956423</id><published>2008-12-21T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:00:24.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what made me sad: there was a lot of problems just now regarding tmr's plans and it totally totally ruined my mood. was in a super bad mood. sorry, but i was really annoyed and feeling super bitchy just now, i scowled at everyone who annoyed me, which includes:&lt;br /&gt;-ppl walking slowly&lt;br /&gt;-taking pics in the middle of the way&lt;br /&gt;-standing in the middle of the way&lt;br /&gt;-cars honking&lt;br /&gt;-little toddlers who cant even walk properly&lt;br /&gt;-buskers (i'm not against them. but i was super pissed off and they just have to make some more noise?! ok, i'm aware that its not their fault. mine ok?)&lt;br /&gt;-ppl bumping into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats all kinda bitchy right? GRRRRRR. i'm a nice person okay, i'm a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthehell?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-8467921092805956423?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8467921092805956423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8467921092805956423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8467921092805956423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8467921092805956423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-made-me-sad-there-was-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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-8713879558502552499.post-4781516923855760045</id><published>2008-12-19T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:49:36.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUyHKfa978I/AAAAAAAAAKs/uFgO3JUp5TA/s1600-h/25-12-06_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUyHKfa978I/AAAAAAAAAKs/uFgO3JUp5TA/s320/25-12-06_1037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281745077301800898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my sister. or rather WAS my sister. haha i put that up only cause i thought she looked rather cute there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfO11LsaB14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfO11LsaB14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may not have the best voice among all the other covers but there's this innocence and sincerity to it that makes it appealing, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiHsn91opB0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiHsn91opB0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this on one of my friend's LJ. it's so..sweet. which reminds me again, that i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713879558502552499-4781516923855760045?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4781516923855760045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=4781516923855760045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4781516923855760045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/4781516923855760045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUyHKfa978I/AAAAAAAAAKs/uFgO3JUp5TA/s72-c/25-12-06_1037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713879558502552499.post-8943081798918414893</id><published>2008-12-18T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:34:39.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angklung and kulintang ensemble'/><title type='text'>angklung&amp;kulintang ensemble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtYhHQ2JnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MCg_dXbGhEg/s1600-h/IMG_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281412313930671730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtYhHQ2JnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MCg_dXbGhEg/s320/IMG_0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50th anniversary reunion 2006 performance (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtYgu3eqrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A13A5yrm9DE/s1600-h/angklung05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281412307381824178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtYgu3eqrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A13A5yrm9DE/s320/angklung05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day performance (; siti lovedddddd this performance so much. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6SRAniI/AAAAAAAAAKM/p76FrKL8j44/s1600-h/P1030862-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411646869249570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6SRAniI/AAAAAAAAAKM/p76FrKL8j44/s320/P1030862-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;syf 2007! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6LDdfzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/95nA8EiumDU/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411644933373746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6LDdfzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/95nA8EiumDU/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day 2008. their first performance of the year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6qrucVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RxmkUn_GLTM/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411653423755602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6qrucVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RxmkUn_GLTM/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA random pic that i found. i rmb liy borrowing my phone during angklung to camwhore hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6fRA-iI/AAAAAAAAAKE/14egNqx7Rk8/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411650358934050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6fRA-iI/AAAAAAAAAKE/14egNqx7Rk8/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angklung during valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6BjUauI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IsaXakytXJo/s1600-h/DSCF6119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411642382641890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtX6BjUauI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IsaXakytXJo/s320/DSCF6119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;musical evening (: they were amazing and we're proud of them. :D&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&gt;sec1:&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;i joined angklung as my 2nd CCA. it was under PBMC then, so it was something which i was obliged to join rather than want to. i mean, i barely knew anything about angklung before that, how am i supposed to like it even? but eventually, i loved it more than my first CCA.&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;angklung was rly damn pathetic last time. we had to store our angklungs UNDER THE STAIRCASES. in boxes. once, a lizard crawled out of the box when we wanted to take our angklungs and it was horrible :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we practiced in classrooms, but when the syf was coming, we had no choice but to come down on saturdays and practice at the mini forum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of our first practices was in the hall. i shall nvr forget that, cause during break, kak hafizah made me, hanna and siti stay back, just to improve on our shaking. it was scaryyyyyyyy cause she was the scariest senior ever alive. D: if jnrs out there think rab is scary, they should take her and multiply it by hundred.&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;so anw, syf was the big thing of the year. i still rmb, my bus partner was yuki :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we honestly screwed up syf. i mean, our shaking was horrible, we kinda got lost at one point in time and syafeeqah was so nervous she kinda messed up while playing the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rmb staying back till nearly six, tgt with some other sec1s and kak aisyah and kak fahimah, just to get the results (though we obviously knew it would be a bronze)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"its okay! at least we didnt get a COP!"- kak fahimah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&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;had other performances over the year, like national day and... i cant rmb. had very faint memories of those.&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;oh. anw, our conductor sucked big time. not only was she monotonous, she was super boring and she cant freaking teach.&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&gt;sec2:&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;angklung was seperated from PBMC and we became a first CCA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all 6 of us from gee1 quitted track tgt and joined angklung as our first CCA tgt. LOL. angklung became much better in sec2, with ms asmah as our new instructor :D but the number of new jnrs who joined us were pathetic.&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;oh, we had new sets of angklungs that year :D which meant goodbye to the old, lousy ones.&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;first performance of the yr was the crescentian reunion thing. followed by national day if i'm not wrong. honestly kan, i still dont know why they chose to wear purple. HAHAH very weird no?&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;OHH it was the year where we had problems when it comes to venue. we were supposed to get a room in the arts con but idk, they decided after that that they do not have any space for us. bullsheeeeeet. so for most of the practices, we had to practice in the gee1 classroom.&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;musical evening was seriously the bomb. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were divided into two. it was funnnnnn. haahah we danced and sang while waiting for...things. we totally totally rocked the stage that night. heh heh. after our performances, ms asmah gathered everyone in my room and she shared ghost stories. some ppl, like KHALIE, who were scared, actually ran and hid in the other room. LOL. but i still rmb the ghost stories she told us (:&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&gt;sec3:&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;i think we put in a lot of effort for the campfire performance cause we were desperate for lots of new members, what not with the snrs gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot of new jnrs joined so i guess thats good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anddd we moved to the air conned room!&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;also the syf year and i rmb we worked so hard for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it surely paid off cause i know every single one of us was satisfied and we knew we did our best!&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;oh, one thing that i wont forget for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were watching the other schools perform right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then sometime in between...nurul and adlina who were sitting a few seats away suddenly started singing face down in a very dramatic way to a few of us and since then, my impression of nurul totally changed. hahaha. ok, i've always thought then that she was the quiet&amp;amp;reserved kind. but she didnt rmb that anymore now. LOL.&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;performed for the usual school stuff. it was definitely a good start for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angklung cause we were doing better and better.&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&gt;sec4:&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;during the CCA thing, ms asmah told some of us that she was going to leave and we were very very sad ):&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;had that new instructor, the girly girly one. and i can rmb how much siti hated her hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then another two instructors took over and things were okay agn. lol lol.&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;the sec4s didnt perform at all this yr and i still feel rather upset over it D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think it was good overall, cause angklung&amp;amp;kulintang ensemble felt more like...family(?) haha. as in, i think we got closer. and also, with the new jnrs who joined us, there were more ppl.&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;then the jnrs performed for national day. the sec1s were obviously scared and some were shivering on stage. haha. but they were good and i'm impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was also our first time not performing for national day, which meant we managed to watch the whole national day performance for the FIRST time. (:&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;musical evening was very good too and they were indeed awesome :D&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&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;and now, my journey as an angklung-er eneds ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angklung indeed had given me many wonderful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i decided to take angklung seriously as my 2nd CCA in sec1, i never thought i would last till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed, i think its a rather unique CCA. not many schools have this CCA. even when i told other ppl that i'm in angklung, some have no freaking idea what it was :0&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;so anw, i'm gonna miss angklung loadssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm very proud that angklung&amp;amp;kulintang ensemble had come this far now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;compared to when it started last time, i can say that we've all done a remarkable job tgt to make angklung&amp;amp;kulintang ensemble to what it is now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have faith in the jnrs and i believe that they can bring angklung to much greater heights in time to come. (:&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&gt;HAHAH omg. i think what i said sounded more like a speech. rofl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loveee crescent angklung&amp;amp;kulintang ensemble!&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&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&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i mention that i hate blogger? i editted this post like 8 fucking times and its still so screwed. sorry for all the clumped up words. wahhh loser. i'm so pissed.&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/8713879558502552499-8943081798918414893?l=the-broken-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8943081798918414893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8713879558502552499&amp;postID=8943081798918414893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8943081798918414893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713879558502552499/posts/default/8943081798918414893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-broken-door.blogspot.com/2008/12/angklung-ensemble.html' title='angklung&amp;kulintang ensemble'/><author><name>haniSah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166828253821680038</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/_fsAg-VFRmWQ/SUtYhHQ2JnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MCg_dXbGhEg/s72-c/IMG_0151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
