<?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-5323285666358999323</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:47:52.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBiLaH :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NaBiLaH 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lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like what su told me, this year is the year to make a lot of &lt;strong&gt;sacrifices&lt;/strong&gt;. no more long hours of tv. no more fooling around. and no more sleeping in class. so far these havent been that difficult to cope with. im still amazed though how the previous batch seemed to be so relax and start studying only when the o levels were nearing. i swear they are smart. some even told me "it's just january" yeah, i know. but its 271 more days to o levels too. and you know that time flies fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, my time now have been occupied with homeworks, textbooks and revisions. remedials have also started and that means long hours in school too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-842846497999438111?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.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-5323285666358999323.post-5164735986292062684</id><published>2009-12-08T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:58:16.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>facebook is super slow larh seh! i cant even see my own profile. boo. wait, or is it my computer? heh. okae, i dunnoe and i dont care. so since facebook wont cooperate with me, i guess i just blabber my nonsense here. well, actually i have nothing to say. heh. or is there soo much to say? haha, god im confused. anyway, finally im going out tomorrow. like at last  larh! haha. gonna meet asha, k and su to do the ss and english oral. and maybe have a bitch fest too! yeah, haha. lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, i wanna watch newmoon. that day was soo anti-climax. it stopped halfway when it was getting to the best part. how irritating was that? very. lol. syaf, you owe me one! haha. =P kaekae, i guess i better stop before i write more nonsense here. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-5164735986292062684?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5164735986292062684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-is-super-slow-larh-seh-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/5164735986292062684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/5164735986292062684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-is-super-slow-larh-seh-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5323285666358999323.post-103562762918198276</id><published>2009-11-25T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:58:07.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can predict that it suck -.-</title><content type='html'>okae, so tomorrow is hari rayer haji. maybe to some its gonna be a fun day where families, cousins, get together and have lots of fun. but thats not the case for me. can you imagine that i actually have to go to pontian (a kampung -.-) to celebrate hari rayer haji tomorrow? im dreading it larh seh. i mean, i have to freaking wear a baju kurung the whole day and stay there under the hot weather. wow, sound super fun. -.- im still trying to find the perfect reason as to why my parents wants to go there so much. im not trying to be a spoiltcitykid who doesnt appreciate the rural area. but come on! i just dont want to. moreover, i dont even know half the people there. what am i suppose to do there for the whole freaking day tomorrow? and the best part of all, i heard that my cousin who is my age, is not going. great! no member, no nothing. life cant get better than this. i swear. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-103562762918198276?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/103562762918198276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwunpWu2IZI/AAAAAAAAADI/DqX3Zv3RZT4/s1600/DSC02951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407600106506953106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwunpWu2IZI/AAAAAAAAADI/DqX3Zv3RZT4/s200/DSC02951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-2583039945589180304?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2583039945589180304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwUOGSfaLOI/AAAAAAAAACo/JLI62k9cTY8/s1600/CIMG0777%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405742428933729506" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwUOGSfaLOI/AAAAAAAAACo/JLI62k9cTY8/s200/CIMG0777%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwUN8jTudNI/AAAAAAAAACg/7oubtdCZXQ8/s1600/CIMG0754%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405742261649437906" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwUN8jTudNI/AAAAAAAAACg/7oubtdCZXQ8/s200/CIMG0754%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwUO2xTYxiI/AAAAAAAAADA/JJ3Q768OKk4/s1600/CIMG0864%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405743261838525986" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwUO2xTYxiI/AAAAAAAAADA/JJ3Q768OKk4/s200/CIMG0864%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahha. these pictures are soo long overdue. about 2 months? okae, not that long right? heh. but who cares. i still wanna post about it. this was when we celebrated syaf's birthday. ate at this nice restaurant and bloated ourselves. hha. oh, and there was lots of camwhoring too. =D thanks to rai's camera. anyway, im waiting for an outing like this again. haha. so ikans, when are you all free aites? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! and to k, su and asha, when do you guys want to have the movie marathon? =) miss you guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-8339244365051409573?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8339244365051409573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/8339244365051409573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/8339244365051409573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahha.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SwUOltWuMDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A6KfcuuRtdo/s72-c/CIMG0860%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323285666358999323.post-1488722129720266142</id><published>2009-11-15T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:22:07.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, the holidays is finally here. and guess what? i dont like it. haih. how not to like it? i have to freaking sit at home the whole freaking day doing well, nothing? lol. i seriously need some fresh air. to help me function properly. not that im not functioning at all right now. but i feel like im functioning for the sake of functioning. wait, am i making sense? lol. see, even i dont understand what im talking about half the time. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to those who are wondering about my previous post, dont think too much about it. cos i myself have no explaination for it. its all one big mess in my head right now. i dont even  know what i want anymore. im just confuse and i guess i can say, hurt. so well. yeah. it just pisses me off that i have to feel this when i can actually control myself. again, im not fucntioning properly. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyone up for an outing or something? and drag me out of this boredness and frustration? beep me aites peeps. love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-1488722129720266142?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1488722129720266142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-holidays-is-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/1488722129720266142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/1488722129720266142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-holidays-is-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5323285666358999323.post-1193597658523505511</id><published>2009-11-11T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:01:11.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunnoe what im doing here. i have nothing much to post actually. but i just feel that my life is so fucked up. i dunnoe why. maybe im thinking too much about certain things, thats why. i want to be happy and cheerful always. smile and laugh like theres no problem whatsoever in this world. but thats hardly the case. its difficult sometimes to think rationally and maturely when all you want to do is hide under the blanket and weep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-1193597658523505511?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1193597658523505511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dunnoe-what-im-doing-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/1193597658523505511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/1193597658523505511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dunnoe-what-im-doing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5323285666358999323.post-8687031337693672276</id><published>2009-11-06T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:04:20.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to the gym with su just now. god, im tired. we were there for over an hour. i did the threadmill first. and guess what? i felt like i was literally floating when i got down from it. haha! funny or what sia. su laughed at me, as usual. -.- haha. but seriously, i was so dizzy after doing it larh. floating in hell. =P okae, then i did this thing for the arms and thighs. it was painful. but like what su said, no pain no gain. so if i want to lose weight, i must endure the pain. =) anyway, the shitty part of all was that we forgot to take our weight again after we finished. -.- stupid or what seh? i was super excited to know my weight loss but i have to forget in the end. haih. nevermind. su and i planned to go to the gym again next week. this time we are sure to drag asha along. haha! =D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i found out that people who i did not expect to read my blog actually stopped by to read. i guess i should say thanks. but to aqilah, i just want you to know that im not angry or mad at you. i just missed you so bloody damn much that maybe sometimes i let my emotions run wild. yes, that blog post was about you but i want to make things clear here. i guess im still hanging to the fact that we are all still one happy group of friends. the ikans. god, i miss the fun we had. okae, im not going there right now. it wont end for sure. but the thing i want to make clear is, Nur Aqilah Binte Azhar, I LOVE YOU. =D not forgetting rai, syaf and fatt. love you guys alot! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a 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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/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SvPzy9IpcTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SG4eh5LIyB4/s72-c/DSC02201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323285666358999323.post-7264321430732613378</id><published>2009-10-30T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:08:34.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i can be a bitch at times but dont take me as a bitch all the time. there is a reason as to why i am the way i am. dont think i like being like this but what choices do i have. i dont want to be a hipocrite but at times i have to express  my feelings too. hence that resulted me to being, well, a bitch. i also know that sometimes i hurt people's feelings but do know that i have not the slightess bit of intention to do that. i am a normal human being after all. i am really sorry if ever i have hurt your feelings. but i am awfully greatful to those who understands me and see me as the way i am. however, bitch or no bitch, i will try to be nice and patient. i promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, putting that aside, i want to say a special THANK YOU to asha for the wonderful birthday present. it is really sweet and awfully nice. haha. love you hun. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-7264321430732613378?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7264321430732613378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-can-be-bitch-at-times-but-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397558203897730530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/Suf6lsXR1eI/AAAAAAAAABg/-25h5HfnS7Q/s320/DSC01995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/Suf6bdJpePI/AAAAAAAAABY/WcvE0KAAt8c/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397558028015335666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/Suf6bdJpePI/AAAAAAAAABY/WcvE0KAAt8c/s320/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/Suf6SKPLWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TCkGD1uQFfA/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397557868319431058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/Suf6SKPLWZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TCkGD1uQFfA/s320/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest who are stressing and sitting for the o levels, keep going! dont give up cos i know you guys can do it! good luck! LOVE YOU GUYS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-9143153770119271461?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9143153770119271461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dearest-who-are-stressing-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/9143153770119271461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/9143153770119271461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dearest-who-are-stressing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lEjmTi9dQXY/Suf7VqHxy3I/AAAAAAAAACI/1TeXui1cJYs/s72-c/DSC01992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323285666358999323.post-7230237683418612358</id><published>2009-10-28T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:51:08.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was okae today. i think. haha. asha and su were funny, as usual. lol. that two just cant stop laughing at each other. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the sec 3s had to meet the principal just now. she showed us our results. wow. the cohort did, badly? i guess this goes to show that we all really have to buck up to sit for the o levels next year. the prospect of having to sit for the os next year is really scaring the shit out of me. haha. seriously. lol. im not ready yet. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. im pissed. like generally. i dunnoe why too. lol. im really hoping for a miracle to happen. i wish! -.- lol. i need a lucky charm. can you be mine? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-7230237683418612358?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7230237683418612358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-was-okae-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/7230237683418612358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/7230237683418612358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-was-okae-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5323285666358999323.post-3026754391668503026</id><published>2009-10-26T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:01:26.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth always hurt...</title><content type='html'>so, ever heard people saying that the truth always hurt? well, let me tell you. it does. well, in this case i've always known the truth like... forever?  but why does it seem to still bother me? goddamit. its freaking irritating larh sey. but anyway, this goes to show that i have to be stronger yeah? and talking about how im not thinking about it. i mean, who am i kidding right? MYSELF! stupid, idiotic me. haih. nevermind, the right one will come. eventually. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, asha made me a heart ring today out of straw. =) well, it started with taufik showing us his heart ring given to him by syahir. -.-and i think its cute. haha. its transparent too. thanks to the makcik air's straws. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know our results today. thank god i passed everything. i've been dreading promotion day larh sey. phobia i guess. lol. haha. i get first in class. =) but it wasnt good enough. my percentage, i mean. as compared to term 3. anyway, i dont care. its quite good though. but people hate me for that? haih. i donnoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh! asha and me planned to start counting from 2mrw onwards. i bet its uncountable. haha! =D im bad, i know. well, we are allowed to be a little bit bitchy at times right? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-3026754391668503026?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3026754391668503026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-always-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/3026754391668503026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/3026754391668503026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-always-hurt.html' title='the truth always hurt...'/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5323285666358999323.post-9121953852020405134</id><published>2009-10-25T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:01:48.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks to YOU</title><content type='html'>i think im going insane. im not sure what is wrong with me. i freaking cried on saturday night. i mean, thats the hardest i cried since... i dunnoe, when i was a kid? i have no idea why i cried. okae, maybe i do know. sigh. and when i thought no one freaking cared, he was there. god, i swear there was no other perfect timing. how the hell did that happen? its like he knew. so, he was being nice, again. he cheered me up with ways only he knew how. im really thankful to him for that. he managed to make me smile even when i was crying. hows that? so, to him, thanks for spending the time to cheer and distract me. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-9121953852020405134?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9121953852020405134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/9121953852020405134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/9121953852020405134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-to-you.html' title='thanks to YOU'/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5323285666358999323.post-7064079259058408106</id><published>2009-10-24T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T04:43:40.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, finally im updating though i doubt anyone would read this. life had its ups and downs i presume. but i seriously hate mine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here goes. firstly, i dont think i need a jerk in my life who thinks he can mess me up and just walk away after that. who does he think he is? piss off! *thats asha's words*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my friends. a lot. but i dont understand why some have to change. im talking about her. i love her so damn much but in the end im hurt. so i guess what my mum said is true. never be too close to someone. you'll end up getting hurt. she have changed from someone so caring to a girl who asked just for the sake of asking and become dismisive. who is she? i want my friend back but i know that i wont get her back. wth? i thought i was the only one who noticed it but there are others who noticed it too. please, if you are reading this (which i doubt you are), please change back. i miss you! this also made me realised that sometimes, those whom you are not closed to are the ones who are worthy to be called true friends. they know who they are. for that, im thankful to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know what im feeling right now. its a mixture of feelings that is swirling in me. i think i like him but at the same time im not sure of myself. i know liking him will get me into trouble but i cant control my feelings, can i? gosh, this is freaking irritating. i always tell myself to go with the flow. but right now, im not sure where exactly the flow is heading to. hmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, heres some of this year rayer pictures. which is soo long overdue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLkYb1EfiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Dz3IYVMeCug/s1600-h/100_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396126411981618722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLkYb1EfiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Dz3IYVMeCug/s320/100_1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLlPVOPunI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ePC0d9WccZM/s1600-h/100_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396127355100969586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLlPVOPunI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ePC0d9WccZM/s320/100_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLlPVOPunI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ePC0d9WccZM/s1600-h/100_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLl8_bTIvI/AAAAAAAAABA/yfpbsTQjzNI/s1600-h/100_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396128139524121330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLl8_bTIvI/AAAAAAAAABA/yfpbsTQjzNI/s320/100_1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i forget, to asha, su, klarissa and guys(you know who you are) thanks for making my year this year a fun, enjoyable and also memorable one. love you guys to bits! see you all in sec 4 next year yeah.&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/5323285666358999323-7064079259058408106?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7064079259058408106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-finally-im-updating-though-i-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/7064079259058408106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/7064079259058408106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-finally-im-updating-though-i-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lEjmTi9dQXY/SuLkYb1EfiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Dz3IYVMeCug/s72-c/100_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323285666358999323.post-6558226624629275205</id><published>2009-06-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:59:50.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. a few things happened since i last blog. so, what should i talk about first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rai's birthday celebration. well, i guess it went out well. although god knows how many places we planned to go but ended up having no yime. haha. so, we managed to go to marina barage (which i ended up getting sunburnt -.-), the museum (which we got to enter free coz our school is a member- i mean i dont even know that) and coffee bean near esplanade. okay, so it as fun AND tiring. haha. i'll try to upload the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! the bali people are not coming. the reason is because of the H1N1 flu. -.- haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-6558226624629275205?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6558226624629275205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/6558226624629275205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/6558226624629275205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5323285666358999323.post-8898960613638120730</id><published>2009-06-01T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:26:50.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy...</title><content type='html'>some people are just plain jealous. when they dont get certain things they want, they start to bitch. whats with that? its not my fault that she didnt get what she was after right? and she have to say im a minah and didnt suit with him. what the hell? i mean, i didnt even know her at that point of time and i was bitched. wow. too bad she was ignored. at least im not paranoid. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont get it why i had to wait for 1 whole freaking hour just to give a present. i could have given it personally and get it over and done with. but no. i had to wait. what, you were scared that i would take all the credit for it? oh please, im not that selfish. i even wrote your name there. happy? in the end i still gave it myself. wasted my time. wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323285666358999323-8898960613638120730?l=nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8898960613638120730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/06/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/8898960613638120730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323285666358999323/posts/default/8898960613638120730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilah-loves-chocolates.blogspot.com/2009/06/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy...'/><author><name>NaBiLaH :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04645008224977534860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
