<?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-24060808</id><updated>2011-11-12T14:08:25.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shenanigans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060808.post-7391470497419833892</id><published>2006-12-20T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:15:38.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys it's already the 5th day! i'm at a cybercentre near where we stay.  School was only half day today and we went shopping after that.  My goodness, i didnt know bargaining could be soo tiring.  But it was fun nonetheless.  Only bought a few stuff for the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that by 5pm here it's already as dark as 10pm? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday...i had headache and decided to stay in and only go out later in the evening.  So in the evening, Jessica and I went out to get necessities and to get new specs done for here cos hers broke.  ok anyway..i gotta go now cos time's up! I'll blog about Mr Spoon and Door-less Toilet woman later. SEE YA'LL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-7391470497419833892?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7391470497419833892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=7391470497419833892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/7391470497419833892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/7391470497419833892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-guys-its-already-5th-day-im-at.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-1407545108439625542</id><published>2006-12-19T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:10:33.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(okay, here's a copy of an email i jst sent...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already my fourth day in Beijing, can you believe it? So fast. Anyway, we're only allowed to use the computer for half an hour everyday in this school.  Everytime i come into this room, i feel like peeing BUT i have to try and hold till 4pm cos the toilets here have no doors and you could probably smell it from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, i got myself the best partner &amp; roommate ever.  Shahidah, her birthday's 22 Nov too. Jessica's an ABC, so you can guess how GOOD her mandarin is. HAHA. But i guess because we're the only pair that's half-bishan, half-clementi...it kinda put us in a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, Beijing is BEAUTIFUL! I wish you guys were here with me.  I find myself in awe everytime we leave our resthouse.  Our resthouse is this very low profile kinda place where they usually house students and at this small alley WHICH is situated RIGHT AT the shopping street and a WALKING DISTANCE to WANGFUJING. That is, of course, the Orchard Road of Beijing.  There are quite a few muslim restaurants here.  Even a muslim foodcourt. haha. coolness. it's nice to be here not as tourist but living with the locals. elii, i saw a girl who looked like you!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days though, since dinner was on our own, we decided to eat at this muslim diner that's right at our alley. It's looks like Cahaya, but smaller than half the size.  The satay is DELICIOUS.  I had egg fried frice...and yesterday i had erm...some pasta-like thingy.  forget bout losing weight k? kat sini makanan die sedap2. HAHA. even the veggies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already tried out my bargaining skills....unintentionally. A guy was selling me gloves for 35 yuan but when i walked away because i don't need it he went (in mandarin), 'Okay okay! 10 yuan!!.......how bout 2?? 2 yuan!!" jess and i could NOT STOP LAUGHING it was hilarious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs wander around without their leashes. The Chinese spit like nobody's business. The Great Wall of China was MAGNIFICENT. The roads have a lane &amp; traffic light especially for bicycles....so apart from the usual, red green yellow and arrow, they have picture of bicycles. we found BUBBLE TEA. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and they weren't kidding bout how the cold would dry up our skin. kakak, i used to make fun of how ur dry skin was like snake skin....well, now my skin is worse than that. my skin is SO DRY that when i apply moisturizer PEDIH GILER!!! especially my face...which is really itchy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school. *sigh* hari-hari kena rush. ingat kat Singapore jer rush. jst this morning we kena scold by the driver because we were too slow. imagine....34 of us had to be squeezed into two small vans! fun giler kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is seriously freezing here.  Put your hands in the freezer for 10 minutes.  That's what our whole body is like for 2 weeks.  And mind you, its still cold even though i have like 5 layers on.  so jgn harap nak tengok gambar and saying, "hey, you look slim in here!".  the good thing is that...everyone else is just as big! AAAAHHAAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah lah cukup eh....i cant feel my hands anymore. gotta put on my gloves.  LOVE YA'ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIZA DARI BEIJING.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-1407545108439625542?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/1407545108439625542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=1407545108439625542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/1407545108439625542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/1407545108439625542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-heres-copy-of-email-i-jst-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-8055900806297626538</id><published>2006-12-18T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:52:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day here in Beijing and i'm freezing my ass off. IT's BEAUTIFUL here and today's also my first day at school. I wanna keep this entry short cos i can't really type much cos i'm trying to hold my bladder cos i'm trying to avoid having to use the toilets here cos the cubicles in the toilets here have NO DOORs. Sure, i'm getting used to the lifestyle here but i'm not quite interested to know whether my neighbour is doing a number one or a number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day yesterday. Literally. We were at the Great Wall of China! omg, that is it. I can't hold it anymore, i really need the toilet. Shall share my experience in my next entry. WISH ME LUCK! urgh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-8055900806297626538?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8055900806297626538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=8055900806297626538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/8055900806297626538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/8055900806297626538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-lovelies-third-day-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-6547960088446449812</id><published>2006-12-16T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:42:32.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past week, i've been telling myself to update my blog. But my schedule had been so packed and i had alot of work to finish up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's now 3.30am.  I'm supposed to be up by 4am to start getting ready to go the airport.  But i still have so much to do that i don't think i'll get to sleep a wink.  Though my back is crying out for help right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight to Beijing, China will be at 8.15am and that's in about 4 hours' time.  I'll be there for 2 weeks for the Overseas Exchange Programme with ITE and Beijing Finance and Economics School.  I had been excited intitally, 'cause i had been excited about the shopping and the sightseeing.  But after looking at our schedule while we're there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we'll be schooling from 9 - 3pm. We have to complete a few modules within 2 fucken weeks WITH EXAMS! (Our exams will be held after our Farewell party on our last day there... Wow, i a so looking forward.) By the way, they have also hired a tutor so that back at our resthouse, we can continue studying and prepare us for the exams.  On top of that, we have presentations to do. Projects to complete AND to do daily updates on our travel blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll get graded and receive credit units.  Excited much?  There i was making a shopping list, and list of places to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i'll enjoy myself there, though.  I think it'll be quite an experience.  Let's see how it goes.  I'm keeping my mind open and stay optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i hope you will all pray for my safety to, during and back from China. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 3.45pm.  I better get a quick nap.  See ya'll soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fiza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-6547960088446449812?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6547960088446449812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=6547960088446449812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/6547960088446449812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/6547960088446449812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-past-week-ive-been-telling-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-7594519656176978451</id><published>2006-11-28T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:53:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm back and im on wireless baybeh! I can now choose to use the desktop OR surf the internet in the living room on my laptop. Talk about killing 2 birds with one stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've alot of updating to do. mostly, pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think James Morrisson sounds alot like Elliot Yamin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;people, listen to James Morrisson now and go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/904/2937/320/366474/JosephMusical02012_edited.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-7594519656176978451?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7594519656176978451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=7594519656176978451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/7594519656176978451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/7594519656176978451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-and-going-wireless-baybeh-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-1106273138494269285</id><published>2006-11-23T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:52:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how when you haven't been blogging for a long time, and you actually had so much to talk about and then you just couldn't be bothered anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what im going through right now. but i gotta thank my friends who had been there for me when i needed a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jannah was right. i had been in denial all these while. and now, i have to decide how i'm going to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-1106273138494269285?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/1106273138494269285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=1106273138494269285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/1106273138494269285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/1106273138494269285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-how-when-you-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-525913842344104429</id><published>2006-11-09T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:58:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp was a blast. hari raya outing with the musical mates was awesome. dinner with my favourite girls was the bomb. really appreciate it babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 19!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm in school...and mourning over the death of my computer at home. rest in peace, dear PC. you've been an awesome friend and you've always been there when i needed you. thanks for doing your job well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, won't be updating much til we get the broadband set up for our new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind a Mazda RX-8 or LExus RX300 for my 19th birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-525913842344104429?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/525913842344104429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=525913842344104429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/525913842344104429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/525913842344104429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/11/camp-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-178027288051750079</id><published>2006-11-02T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:37:13.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be away on a 3-day camp at Aloha! Resorts. i've a feeling i'm gonna be sleeping through most of it. i'm supposed to be up by 4.30 so i can pack my bag, then get ready and to leave at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the day after that i'm gonna be seeing the same faces again for Hari Raya Outing. yay. Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shahidah dearie, all the best to Talentime Finals. Gambate! Sorry i can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;fiza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-178027288051750079?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/178027288051750079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=178027288051750079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/178027288051750079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/178027288051750079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-lovelies-im-gonna-be-away-on-3.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-785657337380264443</id><published>2006-11-01T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:23:02.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i have been running around from one ite campus to another for various events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday MORNING, i had to compere a dialogue session between the Principal of ITE College West and the students at the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Balestier&lt;/span&gt; campus. i honestly think the principal's tired of my face. &lt;em&gt;asik-asik muka budak ni...takde budak lain keee? &lt;/em&gt;serious ah. but it was an interesting session nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we were sent back to our campus (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;) for our lessons. did i tell you i love the timetable this semester? we start 11 or 12 everyday. still working on my timing tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we were released from the last lesson at 3.30pm, i headed down to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;College East&lt;/span&gt; (Simei) for musical rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing is that, after seeing me compere the dialogue session, a Mr Lee wanted me to help out at a Career Fair at College East today. i said, sure...thinking i would be compering. i compered alright! like, 2 freaking lines. and then they put me to work at the registration counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun actually! 'cause almost all ITE students from campuses all over Singapore had to come down to the Career Fair at their allocated timings from 9.30 all the way til 4pm. it was nice initially, watching the flow of the thousands of people streaming in continuously and seeing the familiar faces. A LOT of familiar faces and long-time-no-see friends. they came from all directions. and halfway through the day, i got a headache and the other 2 girls and i took a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls were surprisingly fun too. we HAD to entertain ourselves and there were no lack of "interesting &amp; quirky" characters out of the the thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and despite the fact that i was getting all dizzy from looking at the crowd and non-stop movements all around, it was nice to see my fellow friends and acquantainces who were/seemed equally pleased to see me. but of course, there were unpleasant encounters too but i'd rather not touch on that and pretend it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets TRY to recall some of whom i met today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4PM-ers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ros &amp;amp; Liyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahmad &amp; Deeyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diyanah &amp;amp; Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lihamzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haniz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sazali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SAKTI&lt;/span&gt;. hurhur. that totally made my day. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Musical Cast &amp;amp; Crews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aqram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Massurah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fahmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suhailah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Khidir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suhari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fellow whom Jannah refers to as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Hot&lt;/span&gt; actually came over to say hi. what a surprise. oh, and i found out something about him that i've been wondering about for quite a while. i'm pleased. i think. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, there are alot more &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, but i can't be bothered to try to remember. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;did i mention there were so many cute guys? &lt;em&gt;nasib baik bukan bulan puasa&lt;/em&gt;, if not &lt;em&gt;gerenti batal puasa saya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;there was this guy who looked like Ariel from Peterpan, and this other guy who looked like he came out from The O.C., i tell you! actually, the way he wore his uniform and his hair kinda reminded me of Teddy Geiger also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i made a new friend! he seems nice. he said callmeyan. it took me a while to figure out what he was trying to say though. so, call him yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thatisall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-785657337380264443?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/785657337380264443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=785657337380264443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/785657337380264443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/785657337380264443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-1239694324134748728</id><published>2006-10-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:56:49.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you have no idea how many times i've said, "okay, i'll blog tonight" and got all excited cos i've so much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've been pretty occupied since my last entry and i've been sleeping late and my body's been very tired and...you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a short one to wish all muslims Eid Mubarak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like him. or maybe i don't. i hate this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya, you all. Here's seeking forgiveness if i have offended any of you with my actions or words be it in person, or through this blog. Lots of loveeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-1239694324134748728?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/1239694324134748728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=1239694324134748728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/1239694324134748728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/1239694324134748728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-have-no-idea-how-many-times-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-4057719181761005913</id><published>2006-10-08T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:13:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ramadhan On Wheels&lt;/span&gt; had been such a cool experience for me. 'cept i should have expected the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had been grouped with the most fabulous bunch of people. i bet the other groups weren't half as kecoh as we were. my group, otherwise known as "Car 18" consisted of the 2 gorgeous ladies, Kak Mariah &amp; Kak Melati, and the 2 strong men, Hamzi &amp;amp; Han Teck, otherwise referred to as Cantek. and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Mariah was the one driving, and i had to sit in front with her. seeing her drive her own car, made me excited to get my own practical lessons over and done with. let me drive already! i've passed both my basic &amp; final theory tests, and my dad's car has been calling out to me..."when will you drive me, oh fizaaa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Warna Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt; crew was gonna be following us and interviewing us! i was ready to be all messy and serabai 'cause we would be moving around alot. and i just had to wake up late. which meant no time to blow-dry my shabby hair, and no time for routine make-up on face. damn. at least the 2 hosts were nice. im not sure of their names...err Fendy &amp;amp; Huda, i think. from Anugrah Skrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, that's EXACTLY what i looked like. unkempt &amp; oily-faced. but i don't care. in fact, i felt the crew were more of a hindrance. we had to rush through the first 2 houses and didn't really get to interact with the families. what a waste. and did i mention, a bird decided to empty it's bowel on me &amp;amp; my white tee? cobaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention i made a fool out myself on national tv...for the SECOND time? yes, i fumbled on my words. too many times. people, start speaking malay to me. and everytime i speak english to you, make me say it back in full malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it had been a totally fun day with the group, meeting the families, driving into oncoming traffic... HAHA. it's okay, Kak Mariah...at least you have a nice car =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155 families, 200 volunteers, 37 cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a fruitful Saturday...Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/904/2937/320/ROW02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/904/2937/320/ROW03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my awesome group members with baby putri...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/904/2937/320/ROW01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some of us got to break fast at Alkaff Mosque...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-4057719181761005913?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4057719181761005913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=4057719181761005913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/4057719181761005913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/4057719181761005913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-on-wheels-had-been-such-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-116032562353190514</id><published>2006-10-08T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:48:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Astaghfirullah'alazim. I feel horrible for the bad things i've done unconsciously, especially this being the month of Ramadhan. so many tests &amp; trials. so many temptations, too many succumbed. Astaghfirullah'alazim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piz dearest and i had been involved with &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ramadhan On Wheels&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. it was really nice seeing the familiar faces, catching up after months has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what was really nice was meeting &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Sakti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(not real name, but some of you may know who i'm talking about. heh.)&lt;/em&gt; after such a long time. he's one of the very few people whom i really have respect for and look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, there's not many like &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. alot of us youths tend to place importance on &lt;em&gt;hidup di dunia &lt;/em&gt;and totally forget or ignore the importance &lt;em&gt;bila&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hidup di akhirat nanti. &lt;/em&gt;some youths are audacious enough to claim that being religious is uncool. &lt;em&gt;subhanAllah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt;, he's cool in his very own cool way, yet he does not forget his responsibilities as a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the debrief, Piz &amp;amp; I found ourselves talking about him. we were thinking how fortunate the girl who marries him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least, we were discussing how he is the kind of guy we should look for as a life partner. (not that i'm thinking of getting married anytime soon. na'ah. i will afterall ONLY be turning 19 this november!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, apart from your usual &lt;em&gt;'handsome and charming with a sense of humour'&lt;/em&gt; (heh), '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' should be another important criteria when looking for your dream guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, piz already found her &lt;em&gt;'handsome and charming with sense of humour and pious'&lt;/em&gt; boyfriend. i really hope she'll be happy with him, unlike her previous ass of a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Allahumma inni as-aluka hubbaq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:: Ya Allah, aku memohon untuk mencintaiMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wahubba man yuhibbuq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:: dan aku bermohon untuk aku mencintai orang-orang yang mencintaiMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wakulla amalin yukarribuni ila hubbiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:: dan setiap amal yang mendekatkan diriku untuk mencintaiMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amiin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thankful to God i was strong enough on that friday...and i guess the presence of jannah and massurah helped as well. that situation felt all too familiar. it was too easy a trap to fall into, and it almost seemed okay to yes. astaghfirullah'alazim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-116032562353190514?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/116032562353190514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=116032562353190514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/116032562353190514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/116032562353190514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/10/astaghfirullahalazim.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-116005882089252566</id><published>2006-10-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:33:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so hungry, i need to shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-116005882089252566?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/116005882089252566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=116005882089252566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/116005882089252566'/><link 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the reason why i missed body combat last week was 'cause i was at the Esplanade to catch the Forbidden City! it was fabulous and worth skipping body combat for. even though Kit Chan's supposedly the star of the show, i felt the older Empress was most outstanding. there was that one scene where she realised that she was betrayed which almost got me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i've been hanging out alot with the people from the coming CeMTA musical that's going to be staged in November, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. fun bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also miss having crushes. a lovely girl i've jst made friends with has a crush on one of the guys in the musical and i so know what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he's not there, you wonder where he is. when he's there, you don't dare to look him in the eye...just in case he could tell. when he stands near, your heart starts pumping doubly fast. you can barely speak when he's near, so you'll just be satisfied to watch him from far. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no one has caught my attention at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115987128478496481?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115987128478496481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115987128478496481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115987128478496481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115987128478496481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-only-missed-one-body-combat-class.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115986895889337754</id><published>2006-10-02T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:52:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel nervous after reading this brochure my dad received. it's encouraging people to make it a habit to keep at least 2 weeks supply of food per person at home, in case of an emergency where we may be required to stay at home for a long period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what with the all the issues between singapore and the neighbouring country going on, i'm starting to feel nervous. suddenly, i started to imagine what it's like for those people living in a country with political unrest. war, bombings...not knowing what's gonna happen next. and forget about hanging out with friends til late night. it must be tragic to live in fear your whole life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess a lot of singaporeans, like myself, have been taking the safety &amp; security of our country for granted. and people have become too desensitized to violence, war &amp;amp; terrorism that's in the news every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na'uzubillah min zalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one shudders to think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115986895889337754?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115986895889337754/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-24060808.post-115970764267964186</id><published>2006-10-01T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:06:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please forgive me for that sudden outburst. pms, i think. but what happened last night left me feeling sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, i do feel better now after meeting up with the guys who decided to come down to bukit batok. like, finally. it has always been me going elsewhere to meet people. i'm AWARE that there's nothing much at bukit batok, but it's not like we do much anyway! so after helping my mom out with the food and ran some errands, met faiz &amp; juz and went to the library. i haven't laughed out so loud at the children's section of the library in a looong time. and there were only 3 of us, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after today, i've also come to realise that there are alot of weird people around my neighbourhood. i've chosen to ignore people like that during the 5 years i've lived here...even the reaaallyy freaky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a little worried when faiz messaged me about how a crazy man was freaking him out. apparently, that crazy man was pestering him and kept asking him for money even after he said he didn't have any. didn't help that the way he messaged me made it seem so serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, he survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be wary of shady characters and be careful of the "tone" of your message 'cause it can make your friends worry unecessarily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat suspens je...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115970764267964186?l=she-nanigans.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-24060808.post-115964350747278869</id><published>2006-09-30T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:09:25.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can never see me happy, can you? all my life i've suffered because of you! because in everbody's eyes, YOU are effing better than me in every effing way. now that i'm making achievements, doing important stuff...now that i'm happy, you just have to spoil it, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no matter what wrong you do...it'll always be nothing compared to every effing wrong that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that. i'm pissed with you. BOTH of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullah'alazim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115964350747278869?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115964350747278869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115964350747278869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115964350747278869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115964350747278869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-can-never-see-me-happy-can-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115945784423776317</id><published>2006-09-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:37:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world! it's been  a week since my last entry...so much stuff been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some good &amp; some not so good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update more...soon. i don't feel motivated to blog. but i know i want to. so i can remember whatever that happened, when and where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menyambut Ramadhan dan Selamat Ber-Fasting Semua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115945784423776317?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115945784423776317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115945784423776317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115945784423776317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115945784423776317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-world-its-been-week-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115861183090163737</id><published>2006-09-19T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:49:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been freaking out the past few days. i guess it all boils down to the fact that i don't know what to expect. at all. no idea. zilch. but i feel abit more relaxed today, surprisingly. it's tomorrow! omg. omg. omg. Ya Allah, please give me the strength. please let it turn out fine. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told me that "the first time will always be fun". (jgn pikir bukan2 eh) you see, i'm more apprehensive than i am nervous. they could tell how worried i was. they've been very nice too...but somehow i get even more nervous when they're like that. kinda like, "yep, you have every reason to be nervous that's why we're nicer to you, hoping you feel comforted". i guess i'm also afraid to let you all down. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry i behaved like a selfish bitch, though. but i couldn't help it. i just can't wait for it to be over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you, my friends, please pray for me that everything will turn out great and that i come out of this unscathed, please? Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will i meet? what will i have to do? who do i talk to when i'm nervous? what do i talk about? will there be other girls? will they be nice? oh, nevermind...i'll talk to asri. since he's my age, i'm sure there's SOMETHING to talk about. like how his hair is longer than mine. and how i neither listen nor understand the kind of music he's into........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you in two day's time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115861183090163737?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115861183090163737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115861183090163737&amp;isPopup=true' 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coming. no nonsense for a month eh tolong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what u get when one's stressed up, and the other...erm...can't wait to get off work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;....skarang trend jadi slut cool aperrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;*slut laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;eh slut ketawa mcm mane eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyperballad says:&lt;br /&gt;mcm.. ermmm.. slut tak ketawa ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyperballad says:&lt;br /&gt;i think mcm.... evil laughter but high pitched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka..mcm tgh climax eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;astagha...tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyperballad says:&lt;br /&gt;seoul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyperballad says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;wer u now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyperballad says:&lt;br /&gt;at work la babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyperballad says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;aper babi babi..mentang2 smlm bayar puasa hari ni lepas frust ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUDDD UPP lahhhh wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyperballad says:&lt;br /&gt;a'ah seh fasting mth coming soon must let everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psykedahlia says:&lt;br /&gt;siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke. remember, we have to be on high alert for our current mission. i'll call it the "Mission Menyepai". hehe, love ya partner-in-crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115805654492696792?l=she-nanigans.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-24060808.post-115799845066650145</id><published>2006-09-11T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:28:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe in...breathe out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Ya Allah, please give me strength. Amin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry. what did i get myself into? what was i thinking? what made me wanna do this for real? i really appreciate that you believe in me and that you believe i'm capable of going through this. seriously, you've no idea how much it means to me that you've chosen me for this awesome opportunity. i'm supposed to be happy. excited. everything positive. well, i WAS but right now, i'm feeling anything BUT positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not supposed to take this too seriously, and that this is suppose to be "for fun". in fact, i do think i'm kinda blowing things out of proportion. but how can i not, when i realise that i'm about to show the world how bad i am at what i'm doing? it does not help in ANY WAY, that i'll be doing this with those who are way more experienced and have been doing this much longer than i have. i'm gonna try &amp;amp; do my best, i'll give you that. but at this point of time, i don't think "my best" will be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, this is MAJOR stuff. it's probably not major for you 'cause you've done this before, but anything that involves all that, is major to me. it's do or die. you hear me? of course you can't hear me, 'cause i dare not even tell you. 'cause i don't want you to think that i'm a wuss who can't take up a challenge and don't dare to look fear in the eye. since you believe in me, i'm gonna push myself to do my best and do us all proud. but i'm afraid i might only be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm honoured. but, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? or weren't you? i've found myself under unnecessary pressure. Pressure's supposed to push one to do one's best, but in this case, it's leaving me handicapped. what if i breakdown? Oh God, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be more than happy to go unnoticed, seriously. let them hog the limelight, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe in...breathe out...breathe in...breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do this. i can do this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115799845066650145?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115799845066650145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115799845066650145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115799845066650145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115799845066650145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/09/breathe-inbreathe-out.html' title='breathe in...breathe out...'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115765002481940704</id><published>2006-09-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:58:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock never dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Ktxnb11XP8" width="380" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amy Search&lt;/span&gt; looking great in red alongside not-so-hot-but-man-can-he-sing Awie singing &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sejati&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uO71fQAIdF0" width="380" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fantasia bulan madu - search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing like old school malay rock &lt;em&gt;lah gua cakap sama lu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. so tak kena lah, fiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few nights i've been listening to the likes of Search, Wings, Lefthanded &amp; Iklim. rock bands who were so hot back when i was still learning to walk &amp;amp; speak...bands i grew up to when i was learning to count...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but til now, the one rocker i've always admired is &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy Search&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He is soooooooo sexy. Even sexier than Steve Tyler, Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora! These are men who gets sexier with age. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can cry just listening to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fantasia bulan madu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... "andaaaaaaiii dipisahh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my all time favourite lagu rock melayu is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sejati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Wings. that one another one can cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINGS! you know, i used to have a slight crush on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Joe Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back when he acted in that lame old movie, Putera. but have you seen him recently?? my mom said he looked like a mad man with his long hair and long bushy beard and insisted that he looked smelly. haha. but when i saw him on tv recently playing his guitar alongside Jamal Abdillah, i thought he was so charming. so wise.......haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE, GUA CAYA SAMA LUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amacam? ade tokoh tak jadi minah rock? hurhur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115765002481940704?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115765002481940704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115765002481940704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115765002481940704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115765002481940704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/09/rock-never-dies.html' title='rock never dies'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115721072322237074</id><published>2006-08-31T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:37:34.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeeeee! it's been a long time since i've been in a swimming pool. the girls and i, went swimming today at Jurong East Sports Complex and we had a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've decided to make this a weekly activity, adding to Body Combat every Tuesday. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna join us? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Body Combat, there's a member who came back after about a year break and i'm not very fond of her. she's always making a fool out of herself making sex sounds *uh uhh UHHH* during Body Combat and she'd spank our instructor. if she did if for a while and got over it, i wouldn't give a shit. but she keeps doing it throughout the hour. i felt like &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;jump-kick&lt;/span&gt;ing her. HYAKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak tahu malu eh? dah tua bangke perangai tak senonoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear God, i hope i don't turn out like that when i grow older. Na'uzubillah min zalik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115721072322237074?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115721072322237074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115721072322237074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115721072322237074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115721072322237074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/weeeeee-its-been-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115720971047179320</id><published>2006-08-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:37:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inna lillahi wainna ilaihi roji'uun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our girl's boyfriend passed away on Monday from a bike accident. Nani, you amaze us with your strength. What happened will only make you stronger. We love you, sweetheart. Sorrow shared is sorrow divided, and happiness shared is happiness doubled. the 8 of us will always be there for you when you need us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened so quickly. like a tight slap in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115720971047179320?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115720971047179320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115720971047179320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115720971047179320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115720971047179320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/inna-lillahi-wainna-ilaihi-rojiuun.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115669530985203002</id><published>2006-08-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:32:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5q8sWPX2I4" width="400" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they succeeded. i can't believe it. im defeated. i've officially fallen into their trap. i'm actually looking forward to the next Singapore Idol Spectacular show because i want to see Hady Mirza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i never liked Singapore Idol 'cause they all suck ass. they can't sing. 'nuff said. and my sister never liked having me around when she's watching Singapore Idol 'cause i'd cringe and just wouldn't shut up about it 'til she switches the channel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows that there is just no running away from this whole Singapore Idol craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't watch the actual episode? fine. we'll show the excerpts in between shows. REPEATEDLY. and the various trailers we have for Singapore Idol, so it's like watching many diff. ads but it's actually jst Singapore Idol over &amp;amp; over again! and on top of that we'll also show the reruns on saturday. we'll have the posters practically everywhere, and we'll publicise in all the newspaper and magazines. so, whether you're on the bus, at the coffee shop or the random-est location in Singapore, you are bound to know something about the Singapore Idol. it's nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it caught on to me. *GASP* damn it. since when? since everybody around me had been buzzing non-stop about how Hady blew the crowd away with his rendition of Sheila Majid's Lagenda and how he cried upon seeing his mom cry.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, yours truly missed both the actual episode as well as the rerun. but i still wanted to see it for myself. what did i do? i Yahoo-ed him. and found him on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i got reminded of a scene in Jerry Maguire where Renee said, "he got me at 'hello'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoooooon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his performance blew me away lah okay. and dammit, why did he have to look so sweet when he was trying to hold back his tears? Hady, you made my mom and all the makciks in Singapore cry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think that the contestants in this season's Singapore Idol is worse than the last. but i feel that Hady is better than Taufiq. in fact, i don't think they should even be compared 'cause Taufiq will only pale in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what else i found? &lt;a href="http://lonesome-cowgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/selingan-hady-mirza.html"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's managed to charm even girls from Batam lah seyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he not? His voice is so smooth and he sings oh-so-effortlessly. He's cute. He has the loveliest and whitest smile. He has charisma. And he's 26! haha. i don't know why but there's just something about guys around that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as Hady would say...I LOIKE! hehe. yes, i actually went to read his blog. he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately though, all these came abit too late 'cause he just dropped by yesterday (for the roadshow at Westmall, which is 5 mins away from where i live). Yet, i wasn't at the very the least interested to drop by. Didn't even consider it lor! I'm a day too late. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what I'm about do but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HADY, I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115669530985203002?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115669530985203002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115669530985203002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115669530985203002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115669530985203002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-succeeded.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115618986570654660</id><published>2006-08-22T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:13:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed my blog skin because i can. and i like it. it reminds me of the colour of my room when i first moved in 7 years ago. 7 years. doesn't feel that long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody asked me if the dark leather sling bag i was carrying was my Mom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'no, it's my sister's. why?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'haha. it looks like bag makcik bawak pergi kerja.' &lt;em&gt;from her tone, she was really trying to say, &lt;strong&gt;'your bag is ugly'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh, so you're trying to say it looks old-fashioned?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YES!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't you ever heard of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the bag she was carrying and the bags she has ever carried before and could only laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"different people have different tastes what...", said another friend in an effort to perk me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true. but having &lt;strong&gt;different tastes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;having a distasteful sense of style&lt;/strong&gt; are 2 very different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that bag. not because it's from MANGO. ok, maybe partly 'cause it's from MANGO. but also mainly because it's of &lt;strong&gt;good quality&lt;/strong&gt; and has a nice feel &amp; texture of &lt;strong&gt;real leather&lt;/strong&gt;. it is also very &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; and has a bit of a &lt;strong&gt;vintage &lt;/strong&gt;feel to it. and it's from &lt;strong&gt;MANGO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not one of those people who swears upon branded goods. but more often than not, people go for branded &amp; designer stuff because of it's quality &amp;amp; unique design. and it's usually worth investing your money in a product as such. only if you have the moolahs, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably start carrying those adorable hello kitty bags like nor. they're cute, pretty and affordable! and if that somebody says i look like&lt;em&gt; makcik nak pegi kerja&lt;/em&gt; again, i'll tell her where SHE can go with her bags! hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115618986570654660?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115618986570654660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115618986570654660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115618986570654660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115618986570654660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-changed-my-blog-skin-because-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115601358948105733</id><published>2006-08-20T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T03:55:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie at the padang</title><content type='html'>weeeeee. just got back from Class 95FM's movie marathon at the Padang. they showed MI: 3 and X-Men: 3! awesome lah seyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, i got a little distracted when they were showing MI: 3, no thanks to a family of cinots beside us. i seriously wonder what they were doing there, 'cause instead of watching the movies, they were chatting among themselves and their children were irritating the hell out of us. i kinda wished we went ahead and told them kids in the face, "Shut the fuck up, you little bastards". thank God, the guy behind us spoke up before we got the chance. Hell, elii wanted to make them cry. we were THAT irritated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Class 95 events 'cause the crowd is usually very sporting, fun dan bersemangat. apart from that cinots family, the people around us were a pleasant bunch. everyone had to stand up to play Heads &amp; Tails and the last 2 standing goes home with a brand new printer. i enjoyed myself thoroughly. it probably helped that i changed into the Class 95Fm tee that we both bought, so i was in uber comfy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were well-equipped, all ready to chill at the padang from 4 all the way til 12.. rain or shine. hot or cold. we had 2 umbrellas which came in handy when it drizzled. and while most families brought 1 miserable mat, we brought 3! kiasu is us. hurhur. small electric fan, check. magazines &amp;amp; book, check. tidbits &amp; fluid, check. super sloppy nyonya getup, check. digicam, check. SHADES, CHECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_djs.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_heads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a family of heads&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_elii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;introducing, elii the resident nyonya. can you see the cute sound guys under the blue tent? =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_fizelii01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_fizelii02.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;elii, myself &amp; Dato' K taking refuge from the rain under our miniscule (elii's) and bright-green-yellow-polka-dotted (mine) brollies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_fizelii03.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we love our Class 95FM t-shirts! so does that kid at the back of the pic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_crowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;about 8,000 people turned up at the Padang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...to catch Ethan Hunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_jean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and Jean Gray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/95_fizelii04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;us with unkempt hair/shiny face and DJs Glenn, Vernetta, Philips &amp; Yasmine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weee, yet another happening day out with elii babe! next, Ayam Penyet =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and this may be a bit late but CONGRATS ELII, you're now officially a Kakak Kerja! office wear and all. hurhur. still can't believe you actually sanggup travel from one end of Singapore to the other every single day. well done. have fun working your ass off, woman! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115601358948105733?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115601358948105733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115601358948105733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115601358948105733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115601358948105733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/movie-at-padang.html' title='movie at the padang'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115521943010216874</id><published>2006-08-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:37:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the results for our Tourism CA test are out...'cept mine 'cause i've yet to sit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to sit for mine tomorrow at 10am. and everybody knows that the second set is always harder than the first. that should make me nervous, panic and start studying Chapter 1 - 4 of my Tourism notes, right? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause fiza has decided that Herworld and OK! have more useful information and they'll prepare me for my test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just bought my first issue of OK! magazine and even though the layout of the magazine is not as pleasant to the eye as compared to magazines like Herworld &amp; Female, i think it's packed with a lot of information and it's a good source of ideas &amp;amp; inspiration for fashion &amp; beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only moolahs came together with the inspiration, 'cause i always get inspired to shop. *sigh* it sucks when u get all hyped up, "oh yea! i can wear that patent leather belt with that red dress like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it hits you..."oh wait...i don't have a patent leather belt. nor a red dress". damn, the bag &amp;amp; the shoes would look so cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up, fiza. you have a test to study for, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tourist is a temporay visitor staying at least twenty-four hours in the country visited for a purpose classified as either...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lah, the red-pointed slingbacks at Topshop is selling at $47 instead of it's usual $93 lah fuck. why do i have to be broke? no, why do they have to sell it at half price when i am broke??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...holiday (recreation, leisure, sport and visit to family, friends or relatives), business official mission, convention or health reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated National Day, everyone. Piz &amp; I went to the Esplanade to see the fireworks on Tuesday and we were blown away! It was beautiful and the atmosphere was overwhelming.  We stayed til past  12 to catch Jai, whose performance we surprisingly enjoyed, and ELECTRICO never fails to wow the crowd with their energy! quite a pathetic National Day Countdown though, but gotta make do i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115521943010216874?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115521943010216874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115521943010216874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115521943010216874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115521943010216874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-results-for-our-tourism-ca-test-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115497183011440595</id><published>2006-08-08T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:48:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, I COOKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow i will be up at 6 to go over to piz's place to do more COOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, COOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know...pan, hot oil, chicken, spices, egg etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, after all the cooking, we're gonna sell it at our food stall at the school's National Day bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, sellling COOKED food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how when you repeat a word many times, it ceases to make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookCOOKcOokCooKcookCoOkCOoKcOokCOOKcookCOOKcOokCooKcookCo&lt;br /&gt;OkCOoKcOokCOOKcookCOOKcOokCooKcookCoOkCOoKcOokCOOKcookCO&lt;br /&gt;OKcOokCooKcookCoOkCOoKcOokCOOKcookCOOKcOokCooKcookCoOkCOo&lt;br /&gt;KcOokCOOKcookCOOKcOokCooKcookCoOkCOoKcOokCOOKcookCOOKcOo&lt;br /&gt;kCooKcookCoOkCOoKcOokCOOKcookCOOKcOokCooKcookCoOkCOoKcOokC&lt;br /&gt;OOKcookCOOKcOokCooKcookCoOkCOoKcOokCOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's not that big a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lempeng girls and i came up with old school female names for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor    - Asmara&lt;br /&gt;Nani  - Melor&lt;br /&gt;Piz     - Pe'ah&lt;br /&gt;Lee     - Tipah&lt;br /&gt;Fiza   - Chinta&lt;br /&gt;Sarah - Eton&lt;br /&gt;Seha  - Maimon&lt;br /&gt;Ila      - Rokiyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence kepada orang yang punya nama-nama yang tertulis di atas. ini adalah kerja bodoh semata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terimakasihbanyakbanyak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115497183011440595?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115497183011440595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115497183011440595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115497183011440595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115497183011440595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cooked.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115453376595545224</id><published>2006-08-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:55:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what's worse than having to worry bout what I'M going to wear this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to decide what the WHOLE BAND is going to wear this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had to dress up a bunch of experimental teenagers, that's fine. but a bunch of self-confessed shy guys who are in their late twenties? a bit susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm not all stressed up lah. and i'm not complaining. in fact, i love thinking of what to wear and putting outfits together. i guess the guys could tell, that's why they gave me the task of deciding what we're all going to wear. i'm just afraid that they may not like my idea. i don't care, if we get to the next round, we're SO going shopping. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have nothing on this Saturday, do come down to Planet Paradigm and support us in the Quarter finals of Singapore Battle of the Bands 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow though, i'm gonna be at the quarter finals of the NTUC Entrepreneurship Challenge where we're supposed to "run a business" and we have to play against students from polytechnics and universities. i'm silently hoping we don't get through to the finals 'cause it's on Friday and we're supposed to go Dragon Boating this Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if i go dragon boating this Friday, i'm gonna be tanned and dark on saturday... why oh why do i worry over unnecessary and almost bimbotic stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time, so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shidah, shopping tomorrow! Can't waittttttt.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115453376595545224?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115453376595545224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115453376595545224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115453376595545224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115453376595545224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-whats-worse-than-having-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115436026325313171</id><published>2006-07-31T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:44:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 20th Birthday, AISHAH MOHD NOOR! You have lived through two decades, may your coming decades be blessed with perpetual bliss dan semoga dimurahkan rezeki. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been and will be very busy. so, won't be updating the blog that regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's langkawi? i wanna go again! the highlights of my trip there would be the cable car ride &amp; island hopping. the beautiful sun. the pristine beach. the soft sand. one tip though, if you're planning to go...be sure to have an awesome company, 'cause that, plus the beautiful sea, sun &amp;amp; sand, is what's gonna make the trip memorable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the only form of public transportation they have there are taxis. No buses lah sey! you can rent cars &amp; motorcycles if you'd like to travel by yourselves, and the "van" type of cabs charge A LOT more than the normal car taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you plan to go to there, i suggest staying at the Pantai Cenang area 'cause that place is a lot more happening at night. we stayed at a resort in Padang Masirat which was conveniently located near the airport but its very quiet once the sun is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's back to school, by the way. tourism project is over and done with, 'cept for the presentation. had an ayam penyet dinner date with elii babe and we went CRAZY. i bet the mas from Ayam Penyet Ria spiked our teh-peng! saying the words DEWA &amp;amp; BALLROOM would never be the same again. and i found an awesome place to "see people watch"! dan tolong eh kawan-kawan, when someone moves to the left when going down the escalator, it's to let others pass! haha. Monday madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a local band i'd like to recommend all of you to check out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Spy Experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught both of their sets on Saturday at the Esplanade and they're awesome! they do sound very much influenced by The Killers and even did a cover of All These Things That I've Done. and they have very nice songs. plus, the frontman Saiful has a unique voice. i like. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally went jamming with the new band on Sunday night. i'd rather not say much about it 'cause it's only our first jamming session but some of you may have heard of the guys on the local malay radio stations and saw them on Suria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the band's side project and we have a competition coming up...and i'm anxious. excited and nervous. dan takut kena marah. haha. nah, they're a bunch of fun gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they love indon music as much as i do! yay! and they drive so i don't have to worry about missing the last train when we finish jamming late at night! yay! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye, saya ada banyak kerja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115436026325313171?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115436026325313171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115436026325313171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115436026325313171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115436026325313171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-20th-birthday-aishah-mohd-noor.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115346252382903559</id><published>2006-07-21T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:19:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's 4PM gathering at Lau Pa Sat was uber happening. Happy Birthday, Kak Falah! Semoga diberkati usia dan dimurahkan rezeki, dan berbahagia selalu di samping orang-orang yang disayangi. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to get dressed 'cause we're leaving for the airport in an hour's time. my dad decided at the last minute that we shall go for a holiday. Langkawi baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done packing and i don't know what i'm gonna wear or bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the airport, especially when you have a flight to catch and when you're the one leaving and not the one being left behind. i love to visit the Cactus garden (i'm just weird like that) where Harry's Bar is...to see the Cactus lah, not Harry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do not love plane rides. i have travel sickness, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please pray that we'll have a safe journey to and back. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok..the mother's shouting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115346252382903559?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115346252382903559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115346252382903559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115346252382903559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115346252382903559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115328094051959326</id><published>2006-07-19T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T14:21:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integration Camp 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/iC06.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/400/iC06.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, about the camp. the 4 days were packed with so much activities &amp; incidents. hence, i'm only gonna touch on a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called the 4PM Intergration Camp 2006, and it's in its 6th running year. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4PM&lt;/span&gt; stands for &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Persatuan Persuratan Pemuda-Pemudi Melayu&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Malay Youth Literary Association&lt;/span&gt;. this year, the camp was held at the Old Police Academy at Thomson Road. most of the campers were Malays with only a handful of non-Malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when piz and i first reached the campsite and saw the other campers, both of us felt awkward. oh so awkward. partly because we didn't know what to expect from the camp. the other part, we'd rather not talk about. for the first time at a camp, i couldn't wait for it to be over before it even started! the camp had also meant 4 days without make-up and hairstyling products for most of us. well done, fiza. 4 days of total unglamness, oversized tshirts, track pants &amp;amp; shorts. that's good actually, 'cause then everybody got to know each other's TRUE personality. eyebags and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we slept in bunks, and our bunk was facing the forest. there were alot of frogs. and one decided to station itself right outside our door. but i think we were to tired to bother so we just walked past it. the girls' toilet required us to walk far out of the bunk's premises and down a hill far at back of the Old Police Academy. exciting much? what with all the stories we heard. but hey, everyone got used to it by the second day that by the 3rd night when everybody had to stay up really late for the Project Challenge, a bunk mate and i were unfazed by the fact that it was &lt;strong&gt;freaking 4am&lt;/strong&gt; and we walked all the way to the toilet to have our shower. did i fail to mention there were only 2 toilets &amp; 2 showers for 20 plus girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the last day, every group developed such a tight bond. my group was called &lt;strong&gt;KARMA&lt;/strong&gt; and we kept doing our cheer everytime an opportunity arised. yours truly was damn enthusiastic as ever lor. i couldn't help it okay, i'm just naturally enthusiastic &amp;amp; energetic and i love camps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day had also been the day when the VIPs had to attend the official closing ceremony for the camp. An MP or minister was there, the President of 4PM was there and the MEDIA was there. Yours truly had to be interviewed by RSI (Radio Singapore International) in &lt;strong&gt;Malay&lt;/strong&gt; okay? oh God, oh God. GOD knows what shitloads came out of my mouth. oh hell, at least i made the minister person laugh during my brief presentation. and everyone else had to laugh along. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yours truly was "&lt;strong&gt;Best Female Camper&lt;/strong&gt;" lor! weeeee. thanks to my tak-tahu-malu-ness. and piz's group was in the Top 5 for the Project Challenge so they had to present their project to the VIPs on stage. Go Piz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the last few hours of the camp, i could sense that everyone dreaded the goodbyes. even me! there was a brief sing-along session at the last few minutes of the camp where most started breaking down in tears. the commitee, the facilitators &amp; the campers. yep, even the guys. even piz &amp;amp; i couldn't fight abit of tears. okay lah, me lah. damn. what was touching though, was how much of a positive impact it made on the campers that most signed up as volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad Mrs Seetoh made us go to the camp =&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/bunk.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;where we slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/karma02.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/karma02.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/karma01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/karma01.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Project Challenge got everyone so stressed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/karma03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fiza, its 3 in the morning, quit snapping pictures already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/karma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/karma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of the games we played required us to put together &amp; decorate a photo frame. lawa kan? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/ic-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at Taman Warisan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/ic-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/ic-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awaiting the VIP's arrival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/campgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we survived without make-up lah seyy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's all folks, thankyouverymuch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115328094051959326?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115328094051959326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115328094051959326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115328094051959326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115328094051959326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-about-camp_19.html' title='Integration Camp 2006'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115319849526227921</id><published>2006-07-18T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:54:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;on repeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nidji - Sudah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWOfrsuflT8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salahkah aku&lt;br /&gt;Mencintaimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memilikimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menyayangimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan paksakan kita untuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slalu bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jangan paksakan kita untuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slalu mencinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salahkah aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mencintaimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memilikimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menyayangimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita harus berpisah, sudah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biarkan ini semua berakhir, sudah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cinta memang tak harus milikki &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115319849526227921?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115319849526227921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115319849526227921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115319849526227921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115319849526227921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-repeat-nidji-sudah-salahkah-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115313714311961705</id><published>2006-07-17T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:07:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like meeting people and making new friends. sure, we can try and get along with everyone we meet. but one thing's for sure, we can't expect to feel "part of the group" and feel "a sense of belonging" every single time we meet new people. and i realised that if you don't feel good about yourself when you're with certain people, then chances are you're just not meant to be friends. acquaintances and contacts maybe, but not friends. and the more i meet people like these, the more i appreciate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only so much we can do and so far we can go to adapt &amp; adjust to these new people while staying true to our identity. at the end of the day we'll realise whether or not we share the chemistry &amp;amp; frequency and there's no point forcing it 'cause it's just &lt;strong&gt;not gonna happen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get what i'm trying to say here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be quite disappointing sometimes, but at least we learn more about ourselves, what kind of people we do or don't "click" with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, were you at Baybeats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page sounded REALLY good. Electrico's awesome as always. Astreal blows my mind away each time. A fabulous end to the fabulous night with fabulous people. FABULOSO! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elii dearie, you have no idea how much it meant to me that you were there with me the whole time. love ya lots babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's in a whirl. my body's tired. post-delirium syndrome, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/fizeliibbkck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/fizeliibb02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/fizeliian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's a small world afteraaalll....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are those&lt;br /&gt;i trust to know&lt;br /&gt;the worst of me&lt;br /&gt;and love me enough&lt;br /&gt;not to mind&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- nan witcomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115313714311961705?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115313714311961705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115313714311961705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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'cause you are afraid to believe that the message was meant for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who keeps old messages inside the phone's inbox, even the ones from a year ago because the messages are so meaningful, i don't have the heart to delete it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115281618128047733?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115281618128047733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115281618128047733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115281618128047733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115281618128047733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-somebody-sends-you-very-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115280013208270855</id><published>2006-07-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:15:32.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i get all high &amp; giddy just thinking about my experience at the camp. the camp had been crazy fun, and overwhelmingly emotional.  it's amazing really. yet another event in my life that has made me speechless and so emotionally attached. the people i met, the things we did.  yet another event where i started out not knowing what to expect at all, and ended up with me being in a state of delirium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. and what makes it even better is that it's all taking place right after another. one event after the other. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high &amp; giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will elaborate more next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115280013208270855?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115280013208270855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115280013208270855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/3585043414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/200/3585043414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did you hear how loudly the crowd was booing Cristiano Ronaldo during the Portugal vs. France game? kesian mamat tu. still remember the commentator saying, "Left or right, they are all booing him." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't believe i stayed up for both semi-final matches. i almost gave up watching the Italy vs. Germany match. i'm really happy for both Italy &amp; France. you see? i was right to have supported Italy from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-mania.html"&gt;http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-mania.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thanks to their lucky Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana underwear, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did you know that Zinedine Zidane and Frank Ribery are Muslims? just thought i'd share with you, that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauro Camoranesi looks nice in this mugshot. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/camoranesi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But not here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/200/camoranesi_moretti4400_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;notice how a lot of the long-haired footballers do their hair like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/200/ilhan03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ilhan Mansiz tetap pujaan hatiku. even though Turkey's not in this year's World Cup. hurhur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(the sister just laughed out loud 'cause i just said, "Handsome nye..." out loud. not easy for me to say, "Handsome nye" okay?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i have to wake up in 2 hours' time to finish packing up for my camp. i'll be away for 4 days for an Intergration Camp by 4PM ( Persatuan Persuratan Pemuda Pemudi Melayu) at the Old Police Academy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;see you all in 4 days! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115229851619974741?l=she-nanigans.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-24060808.post-115195653145612181</id><published>2006-07-04T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:18:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untuk sahabat: part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;current track on repeat:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Untuk Sahabat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;audy feat. nindy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hD_xOJ-aLlw" width="422" height="352" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;biarkan saja kekasihmu pergi&lt;br /&gt;teruskan saja mimpi yang kau tunda&lt;br /&gt;kita temukan tempat yang layak&lt;br /&gt;sahabatku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kupercaya kan langkah bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;tak kuragukan berbagi dengan mu&lt;br /&gt;kita temukan tempat yang layak&lt;br /&gt;sahabatku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kita mencari&lt;br /&gt;jati diri&lt;br /&gt;tenang lautan mimpi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;aku bernyanyi untuk sahabat&lt;br /&gt;aku berbagi untuk sahabat&lt;br /&gt;kita bisa jika bersama&lt;br /&gt;kita berbagi untuk sahabat&lt;br /&gt;kita bernyanyi untuk sahabat&lt;br /&gt;kita bisa jika bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tiba waktunya&lt;br /&gt;kita untuk berbagi&lt;br /&gt;untuk saling memberi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115195653145612181?l=she-nanigans.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-24060808.post-115195320653917547</id><published>2006-07-04T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:33:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untuk sahabat: part one</title><content type='html'>here's thanking God for my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;beautiful friends&lt;/span&gt; who've been with me through my happiest &amp; saddest days, my prettiest &amp;amp; ugliest moments, the proudest &amp; lowest points of my life and are still with me after having gone through so much together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are notes to my close friends, see if you can guess which is you. if you really want to know, send me an email or ask me on MSN. hurhur ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in no order of merit (heh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - when we first met, we didn't like each other. i though you were childish and you thought i was cocky. well, it's been 5 years now and you're like the (other) sister i never had. heh. do you remember when we "fought" at KFC Jurong Point a long time ago? we both couldn't decide what to eat, somehow we both got so pissed off, stood up, stomped off and went our separate ways. remember remember?? so childish! what will i ever do without you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - you're smart and talented. we weren't from the same batch but we were in the same CCAs. we have alot in common. our malay suck big time and my friends didn't like me 'cause i spoke english most of the time. as my senior, you had been a wise friend i could turn to whenever i had/have a problem. and once we start talking, we forget about day &amp; night! isn't it weird how we never run out of things to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - peterpan, dewa, sheila on 7! hehe. yes, you are categorised as close friend now. that's because you are the only other person i know who are as passionate about indon music as i, and has cool taste in music, as i ;) hurhur. we first met at a concert in 2001. and ever since then we would meet up at least once a year to satisfy our craving for fucken great live music. and just recently we had THE ultimate experience which probably wouldn't be THE ultimate if it had been with anyone else. we make THE fabulous team, you &amp; i. we rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - no thanks to your petite frame, others perceived you as innocent, docile, submissive, naive and a pushover. boy george (as you would say), were they wrong. if they could only see the real you. you're anal retentive and has the most repulsive level of wit known to mankind. yet, you're still sensitive &amp;amp; gentle. i could always count on you to be honest with me. you're not one to mess around with. after all, we were from the Debate Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - you're sweet, kind &amp; gentle. that's a very common first impression. if they could only see you at your least glamorous. i'm really sorry about the toilet incident that lead to our running around to different toilets and ended up with the 3 of us sobbing our hearts out. you'll always be my fellow Alto and the punk rock princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i would never be able to survive school without you girls. we went through so much joy &amp;amp; sorrow. as of 20 June 2006, we have been friends for a year. and that, my darlings, is only the beginning. happiness shared is happiness doubled, and sadness shared is sadness divided. HOLY COW! that's 9 times more happiness, and 9 times less sorrow. yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - it all started when i had a crush on your manager back when your spa was beside my hairstyling school. i wanted to get to know you, so i could get to know more about him. oh hell, you were far more interesting than him. besides, he was too old. but thanks to him, we met, became friends and are still friends years later. how is he anyway? remember that night when we lied down at the Esplanade rooftop and you cried your heart out? i definitely remember meeting your cute (guy) friends. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - we tell each other everything (almost), and have seen each other at our worst. you tolerated my nonsense, and became my punching bag. you were the one who made me milk when i was hungry, the one who took care of me when the parents are away. you cleaned up my puke (!) and looked after me when i was sick. you used to always give in to me and made me feel guilty right after. i've learnt to stop feeling guilty, so do continue giving in to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the Giraffe gang! i never would've thought that the 4 of us would have such chemistry. we'll always be the crazy &amp; silly bunch, and i'll always be the only girl. you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - we were so close when we were much younger. we were there for each other when we found out our grandfather passed on. we lost touch for a few years, but we're closer now than we were ever before. we'll always be there to support each other during tough times. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- we have the same name. our birthdays are two days away. our mothers have the same name. you're another one with an admirable level of patience. you don't simply tolerate my nonsense, you counter them with yours. way to go! i love how you're always so gung-ho and damn spontaneous. we can do just about ANYTHING when we're together, but please, i may look "strong" but your boney hands can kill everytime you punch me lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115195320653917547?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115195320653917547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115195320653917547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115195320653917547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115195320653917547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/untuk-sahabat-part-one.html' title='untuk sahabat: part one'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115185162967030138</id><published>2006-07-02T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:57:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remember how my father used to tell us lame jokes? well, he decided to try something different tonight. Here's something for you all to think about, please feel free to leave a comment and whatever sensible answers you can think of. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 diners ate $25 worth of dinner at a food place.&lt;br /&gt;each gave a $10 note to the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$30 - $25 = $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waiter then had $5 with him and decided to give $1 to each diner and keep the $2 for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$5 - $3 = $2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means, each diner paid $9 for their dinner, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 - $1 = $9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$9 x 3 = $27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the waiter kept the $2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$27 + $2 = $29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did the $1 go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man was driving his van along a deserted road. the van's headlights were spoiled and couldn't be used. and the streetlights were not working either! the man drove cautiously when he suddenly stopped the van to avoid hitting a pedestrian. but, how was he able to see the pedestrian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun! for those of you who are having your school break (yay!), you have 3 whole weeks to think about it? Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115185162967030138?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115185162967030138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115185162967030138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115185162967030138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115185162967030138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/remember-how-my-father-used-to-tell-us.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115185003052797334</id><published>2006-07-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:20:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too much is happening too fast.  i can only pray that Allah gives me strength physically &amp; mentally to live through this complicated rollercoaster ride unscathed.  Amin. whatever happens, will be for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all in the mind. it's all in the mind. it's all in the mind. it's all in the mind. it's all in the mind. it's all in the mind. it's all in the mind. IT'S ALL IN THE MIND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115185003052797334?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115185003052797334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115185003052797334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115185003052797334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115185003052797334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/07/too-much-is-happening-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115150724763834273</id><published>2006-06-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:11:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladies &amp; gents, i did dragon boating for the first time today and it was awesome fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, there's this programme that's for selected students from the 5 colleges under the ITE College WEST cohort. we're expected to attend various courses, workshops and activities to groom us to be "well-rounded". and one of the activities was the DRAGON BOAT! it's suppose to teach us teamwork and leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it was at freaking 2 in the afternoon under the scorching sun. there were only 7 girls out of about 30 who attended, by the way. yours truly was so the very super excited. semangat tak terhingga lah sey nak dayung sampan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were getting into the boat, the instructor made me sit at the back. i didn't know what to expect at all, so i just sat at the back and thought it'd be fun 'cause then i'll be able to get a good view of everyone in the boat. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang tu (read: me) semangat berkobar-kobar lah as usual, bila suruh pekik, dia lah yang paling kuat. bila tak suruh pekik pun, dia lah yang paling kuat. but i had to keep my eyes shut most of the time 'cause everyone in front of me were paddling so hard and the water kept going into my face &amp;amp; my eyes! PEDIH LAH MAK NGAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were still pretty dry initially, and then just as i was wiping my eyes so i could finally see, the instructor shouted something and everybody from the 3 boats started paddling and splashing water, LOTS OF SALT WATER, at each other. knncb, i was fucking drenched lah can! so i joined in and splashed water like i've never splashed water before. In the middle of Kallang River no less! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lots of fun today. and made a lot of new friends! there were lot of older guys in the group, aged 25-35. that's 'cause some of them are actually in the Navy or the Armed Force and have been sponsored to get a certificate from ITE. coolness, no? in fact, there's one who's 35 and married. i bet you've never seen a 35-year-old married man in SCHOOL uniform. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go dragon boat-ing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/db.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my english is deteriorating. i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115150724763834273?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-24060808.post-115115883798297791</id><published>2006-06-24T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:35:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet my donation can...</title><content type='html'>tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, on 24 June 2006, yours truly had volunteered herself for her very first flag day, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i had to &lt;em&gt;tebal &lt;/em&gt;kan the already &lt;em&gt;tebal&lt;/em&gt; face and go up to some unsuspecting victims and persuade them to do their part to help the less fortunate. i have to admit that i do get irritated sometimes when i can't walk from one end of Orchard Rd to the other without being approached by various charity organisations to donate. but at least, i do donate to one or two and when i've had enough, nicely say, "No thanks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i approached a couple who were walking, no, strolling outside Cineleisure with the husband enjoying a very delicious looking ice-cream, he actually said (in Malay), "God! can't I even eat in peace??". after which the wifey took out 10 cents and put it in my miserable donation can. unbelieveble can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what totally made my day! as we were in the train going back to return our barely filled donation cans, i stood up to move to the seats across the cabin when a family that was alighting came up to me and the mother told her little boy to drop the 50 cent coin he was holding into my donation can. so sweet right? we were surprised. *I* was surprised. there's hope in our society after all. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little boy, i hope you don't grow up to be like that old fart who cares about nothing but his ice-cream.  &lt;/em&gt;heh. isn't it ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the more compassionate Singaporeans, i thank you for being patient &amp;amp; kind enough to stop in the middle of Orchard Rd to dig your rubbish dump of a bag for change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind rejections, but there's really no need to be mean. from what i've experienced today, the more apparent reasons why most choose not to donate are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) they're in a heated conversation with a friend while walking and refused to be interupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) they've already got the momentum in their walk and don't want to stop to look for change and then have to build up a momentum again. kira cool lah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) looking for change really is such a hassle for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other possible reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the stickers were not attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the person asking for donation is not cute enough (cheebye, i wear pink hairband today to look more kawaii leh. obviously didn't work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm glad i volunteered myself today. it's fun to see how differently people react when they see me walking around with a donation can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115115883798297791?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115115883798297791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115115883798297791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115115883798297791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115115883798297791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/meet-my-donation-can.html' title='meet my donation can...'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115099734534870224</id><published>2006-06-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:30:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm loving this song so much and can't seem to get enough of it. plus, the vid's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menunggumu - Chrisye ft. peterpan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tip: click play, then pause and let the darker grey bar load till finish, and then play. while playing you should see the darkest grey bar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70YB-wVkzuo" width="390" height="315" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bila Rindu ini masih milikmu&lt;br /&gt;kuhadirkan sebuah tanya untukmu&lt;br /&gt;harus brapa lama aku menunggumu..&lt;br /&gt;aku menunggumu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indo rock rules &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115099734534870224?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115099734534870224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115099734534870224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115099734534870224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115099734534870224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/hot-wings.html' title='hot wings'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115099602297879484</id><published>2006-06-23T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T03:11:44.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what i need? a quick getaway. either to bali or bangkok. my school break starts the week after next, and i'm super tempted to get out of singapore. even if its just to KL. doubt it will happen though. endless projects, camp and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike regretting decisions made. i hate it when i go, "i should have....if only....". right now, i'm regretting 2 decisions i made the past year. but then again, my decisions were made based on responsiblities i had to fulfil. i guess that soothes the wound a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda regret choosing not to go to jakarta &amp; bandung just 'cause it was few days before our event. fucking event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely the most intensed and stressful period for all of us. events management got the best and the worst of us all. although i'm not really happy with how it turned out, i very much value the experience. did i mention Ronin had been our event's guest? and did i mention that my dad had "sponsored" over hundred bucks for my event, even though we weren't expected to spend a single cent for our event 'cause that's what our sponsors are for? (note: be really nice to dad 'cause can't afford to return over hundred bucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends, i'm sorry you had to see the worst side of me during the event. didn't help that i was really sick either. konon nak jadi superwoman lah tu, semua nak buat abih tu sakit. takpe, biar menyusahkan diri sendiri, jangan menyusahkan orang lain. heh, yeah right. fucking event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really happy for my friend's event and they got the highest score too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah damn basi man ni cerita. anyway, that was back in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so that's one of the decisions i regretted making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terimakasihbanyakbanyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115099602297879484?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115099602297879484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115099602297879484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115099602297879484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115099602297879484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-what-i-need-quick-getaway.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115085758816232551</id><published>2006-06-21T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:39:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm gonna try to keep my hair longer. Not long, just longer. I don't know if i can fight the temptation to go to the salon for my monthly maintainence of my short crop, but i'm gonna try.  So, friends or foes, if ever i let out an intention of trimming my hair, please STOP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im far from getting over it. maybe because i don't want to. it's a nice feeling to hold on to and it makes me feel good.  neither of us could see it coming though.  and now i miss it. alot. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115085758816232551?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115085758816232551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115085758816232551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115085758816232551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115085758816232551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-gonna-try-to-keep-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115077640037716678</id><published>2006-06-20T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:06:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lucky plaza. tangs. dika. dumb waiter. dumb duo. giggles. starbucks. camwhores. singapore idol. uki. cab.  mcchicken. teacher. indon girls (too bad). hard rock cafe. saturday. twister fries. blisters. plasters. africans. angklungs. late night. cool car. singer. thumper. gudang. haha. rapper. bouncers. indra. roadies. filmed. curly hair. BSG. 8. pink. lipton tea. stinky. ricky. lounge. new. tshirt. fort canning. bamboo. BAMBOO. pinoy ako. heh. mcspicy. green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fab weekend. weird. and fab. beyond fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delirious. you still? me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115077640037716678?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115077640037716678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115077640037716678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115077640037716678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115077640037716678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/lucky-plaza.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115051892014857525</id><published>2006-06-17T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:35:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we bumped into members of peterpan in town yesterday! and i think we were the only ones who could recognise them 'cause they look like normal wak kangs walking around town. more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 hours to PETERPAN'S SHOWCASE AT HARD ROCK CAFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115051892014857525?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115051892014857525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115051892014857525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115051892014857525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115051892014857525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-bumped-into-members-of-peterpan-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115030711898709336</id><published>2006-06-15T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:45:19.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagged by ekal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 schools I went to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuqun Primary School&lt;br /&gt;Boon Lay Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;Hair Academy &lt;em&gt;by Kadus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(since i was asked to state 3 schools i 'went' to, i didn't include ITE Clementi 'cause i'm still schooling there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things in my handbag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - handphone, wallet&lt;br /&gt;2 - mp3, digicam&lt;br /&gt;3 - make-up, water bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i can't live with just three things in my handbag, no matter how small my handbag is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I do when I'm stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk it out&lt;br /&gt;Cry it out&lt;br /&gt;Go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 places I go on a daily basis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free &amp; clean public washrooms&lt;br /&gt;mrt Stations&lt;br /&gt;home. yes, I go home on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 favourite fruits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honeydew&lt;br /&gt;watermelon&lt;br /&gt;dragonfruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 names I go by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiza (without the &lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt;, got it?&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Hafizah ( people usually call me this when i'm in trouble...)&lt;br /&gt;Fizee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of my favourite food:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi&lt;br /&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;takoyaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I'm wearing right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee&lt;br /&gt;pants&lt;br /&gt;bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is in the house with me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father&lt;br /&gt;mother&lt;br /&gt;sister&lt;br /&gt;paternal grandmother&lt;br /&gt;maternal grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I thinking of right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazriel Ilham &amp; Bamboo Manalac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I am just so freaking exciteddddddd!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did I last talk to on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a wrong number but i think he called from somewhere in the Middle East 'cause he sounded like it and his number was so long, it almost filled my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did I sit with during my 5th period in class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember if i was in class for 5th period today, and i don't remember what lesson we had for today's 5th period but i sat with Syira for pms-avenger's lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person I uttered love to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis who's leaving for UMRAH tomorrow. Love you sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do I wish I am with right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who gets on my nerves most in school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oddball &amp; pms-avenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is my phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do I sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next door, in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the last place I took a ride to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from school to the train station, thanks to raihan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing I ate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing you need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in other words, it's so sinful that if i tell you, i'm gonna have to kill you first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What colour shirt am I wearing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the closest item to me that is blue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer to previous question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I like most about school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not attending it. i'm just kidding, of course. no, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my favourite colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wear most often, jeans or shorts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shorts for home, jeans when i'm out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last movie I watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-Year-Old Virgin on DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did I start school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long, long time ago. or should i say, &lt;em&gt;nong nong ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did i last go to the mall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 9 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did I last burnt something?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably when lighting up a candle for the aromatherapy oil 2 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 bloggers to do this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shahidah&lt;br /&gt;ashidah&lt;br /&gt;elii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115030711898709336?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115030711898709336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115030711898709336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115030711898709336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115030711898709336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged-by-ekal-3-schools-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115012241895860826</id><published>2006-06-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:39:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's been a pretty bad day for me. partly, 'cause of that oddball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't really been bothered by his weird antics last time, although it drives us crazy sometimes. we simply stayed out of his way and ignored him. but now, he's starting to creep the hell out of me. his actions or words does not anger me as much as it freaks me out. he's starting to appear as quite a psycho and i'm afraid that one of us might eventually get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not that he hadn't already tried to hurt someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. thanks eh. you just had to remind me of that incident! oh well, at least that other guy that had been "attacked" had been a pretty tough guy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity him, though. i'm sure he didn't ask to be ludicrously odd. i've been though mental stress, and went through life as a misfit too, but that's in no way similar.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm just gonna have to toughen up during Body Combat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and let's not even mention that hell of a teacher. i admit that i was wrong but she didn't have to go to that extent. i'll call her PMS-AVENGER, 'cause that's exactly what she's doing. Fighting her hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a lighter note, i'm going to Peter Pan's showcase at Hard Rock this Saturday. &lt;em&gt;Yay!&lt;/em&gt; And Bamboo on Sunday. &lt;em&gt;Yay!&lt;/em&gt; And my dad's paying. &lt;em&gt;Yay!&lt;/em&gt; 'Cause i'm broke. &lt;em&gt;Boo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;isn't it great to be broke when everyone else is celebrating the joy of Great Singapore Sale? no, seriously. at least, i won't be tempted to buy everything i SEE that says "--% discount!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;corright?? no? BOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no, no...i gotta think positive. i should be thankful for what i have and for the life i'm living. there's nothing more that i could ask for. no, not even that dress from Miss Selfridge or that pair of shoes from Novo or that bag from Topshop. Nope. I should say Alhamdulillah and thank God for everything that HE has given me. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then i'll go back to devising ways to MAKE MORE MONEY, 'cause CUTTING DOWN is not a very good option. (inspired by Becky Bloomwood, Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic - Sophie Kinsella)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i is screwed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115012241895860826?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115012241895860826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115012241895860826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115012241895860826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115012241895860826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-been-pretty-bad-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-115009148743892338</id><published>2006-06-12T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:53:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop being a jerk &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. it's not my fault that you find me a threat. drop the sarcasm and insinuations 'cause it doesn't work.  you think putting me down in front of the everyone would make you look better? just do yourself a favour and quit acting like a fool.  it's nauseating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-115009148743892338?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/115009148743892338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=115009148743892338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115009148743892338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/115009148743892338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/stop-being-jerk-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-114986800274959433</id><published>2006-06-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:59:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Mania</title><content type='html'>25 minutes to the opening match for this year's World Cup in Germany! what am i doing? i can't believe i'm actually staying up to watch a soccer match. i'm no soccer fan, just in case you were wondering. the whole World Cup Mania is simply overwhelming and it's hitting me from all directions. well, you know what they say: if you can't beat 'em, join 'em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's exactly what i'm gonna do. i was inspired after reading this month's issue of HERWORLD, and decided to make this whole soccer-frenzy month at the very least tolerable, if not enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not, however, gonna pretend i know my shit about soccer and give an "honest" opinion whenever a friend asks me what i think about "last night's game". no, i'm not...but i have my reasons for staying up to catch some of the matches. maybe even the ones at 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if somebody were to ask me, "so which team do you support?". i'd probably say Italy. not because i think they're good. but because i think they're the team with the sexiest players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest Team: Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/Italy01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana have wrangled five gorgeous Italian footballers to model their latest underwear in a new campaign: Manuele Blasi, Gennaro Gattuso, Andrea Pirlo, Gianluca Zambrotta, Fabio Cannavaro. If their names alone aren't sexy enough, here they are in all their glory (well, most of it). (&lt;a href="http://towleroad.typepad.com"&gt;http://towleroad.typepad.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that's all for now. Stay tuned for more random World Cup stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114986800274959433?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114986800274959433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114986800274959433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114986800274959433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114986800274959433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-mania.html' title='World Cup Mania'/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-114958108667149812</id><published>2006-06-06T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:43:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about Cat Empire's gig at Esplanade over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah had sent me a text to remind me about Cat Empire's gig.&lt;br /&gt;and i could still forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still high about the success of our event last Friday, and was already thinking about the Montage 2006 Photography Seminar on Saturday and FORGOT about CAT EMPIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got reminded about it only when I bumped into I-sha yesterday after almost a year! so we decided to have dinner and catch up. and of course, she couldn't stop raving about the Cat Empire gig. Thanks a lot, I-sha. those of us who weren't there, i think we've missed one of the best free gigs ever to be held in Singapore. i saw the video i-sha took and everybody had been on their feet dancing to the likes of "Sly" and "Hello".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'll console myself by getting myself psyched about BAMBOO and listen to their latest album on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly just had to have something on on sunday and couldn't go see bamboo when they performed at Bar None, BUT they will be here again to perform for 2 nights at Rock D'Fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/bamboo_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb vocal is what endeared them to the millions in the Philippines and abroad. Named MTVAsia’s Philippines Best New Artistes and Songs in 2004, Bamboo is fronted by Bamboo Manalac who left another Filipino band Rivermaya at the height of popularity. Joined by fellow ex-Rivermaya Nathan, Vic &amp;amp; Ira, they put together the Bamboo. &lt;a href="http://www.popagenda.com.sg"&gt;(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popagenda.com.sg"&gt;http://www.popagenda.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Be sure to be at Rock D'Fort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockonsingapore.com"&gt;http://www.rockonsingapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114958108667149812?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114958108667149812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114958108667149812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114958108667149812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114958108667149812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/unbelieveable.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-114947897234308081</id><published>2006-06-05T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:42:52.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* You can only say YES or NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken a picture naked? NO&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted your room? YES&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with a member of the same sex? NO&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car? YES.&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror? YES&lt;br /&gt;6. Had a crush? YES&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped? NO&lt;br /&gt;8. Stole money from a friend? NO&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? YES&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight? YES&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your house? NO...really...&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? YES&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? NO&lt;br /&gt;14. Made out with a stranger? NO&lt;br /&gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? YES&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house without telling your parents? YES&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbour? YES.&lt;br /&gt;18. Ditched school to do something more fun? YES&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? YES&lt;br /&gt;20. Seen someone die? YES&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane? YES&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed a picture? YES&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3PM? YES. And later...&lt;br /&gt;24. Love or miss someone right now? &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? YES&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel? NO&lt;br /&gt;27. Played dress up? YES&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? YES&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely? YES&lt;br /&gt;30. Fallen asleep at school? YES&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a club? YES&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake? NO&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake? YES&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran a red light? YES&lt;br /&gt;35. Been suspended from school? Only from class...so, NO.&lt;br /&gt;36. Had detention? YES&lt;br /&gt;37. Been in a car accident? NO&lt;br /&gt;38. Hated the way you look? YES&lt;br /&gt;39. Witnessed a crime? YES&lt;br /&gt;40. Pole danced? NO&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost? YES&lt;br /&gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country? YES&lt;br /&gt;43. Felt like dying? YES&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? YES&lt;br /&gt;45. Sang karaoke? YES&lt;br /&gt;46. Sucked your thumb? NO&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do? YES&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose? YES&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? NO&lt;br /&gt;50. Kissed in the rain? NO&lt;br /&gt;51. Sing in the shower? YES&lt;br /&gt;52. Made love in a park? NO&lt;br /&gt;53. Had a dream that you married someone? YES&lt;br /&gt;54. Glued your hand to something? YES&lt;br /&gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? NO&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever gone to school partially naked? NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;57. Been a cheerleader? Haha. YES. Hey, i was 14...&lt;br /&gt;58. Sat on a roof top? YES&lt;br /&gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week? NO.&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? YES&lt;br /&gt;61. Played chicken? YES&lt;br /&gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? NO&lt;br /&gt;63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? YES. Su still teases me bout it...stop it lah.&lt;br /&gt;64. Broken a bone? NO&lt;br /&gt;65. Been easily amused? YES&lt;br /&gt;66. Laugh so hard you cried? YES&lt;br /&gt;67. Mooned/flashed someone? NO.&lt;br /&gt;68. Cheated on a test? YES&lt;br /&gt;69. Forgotten someone's name? YES&lt;br /&gt;70. Slept naked? NO. I'm self-conscious like that..&lt;br /&gt;71. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? NO&lt;br /&gt;72. Performed on stage? YES&lt;br /&gt;73. Blacked out from drinking? NO&lt;br /&gt;74. Played a prank on someone? YES&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone to a late night movie? YES&lt;br /&gt;76. Made love to anything not human? NO&lt;br /&gt;77. Failed a class? YES&lt;br /&gt;78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? NO&lt;br /&gt;79. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? NO&lt;br /&gt;80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? NO&lt;br /&gt;81. Did you celebrate the 4th of July? NO&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown strange objects? NO&lt;br /&gt;83. Felt like killing someone? YES&lt;br /&gt;84. Thought about running away? YES&lt;br /&gt;85. Ran away? YES.&lt;br /&gt;86. Did drugs? NO&lt;br /&gt;87. Had detention and not attend it? NO&lt;br /&gt;88. Dumped anyone? YES&lt;br /&gt;89. Made a parent cry? YES&lt;br /&gt;90. Cried over someone? YES&lt;br /&gt;91. Owned more than 5 sharpies? NO&lt;br /&gt;92. Dated someone more than once? YES&lt;br /&gt;93. Have/had a dog? NO&lt;br /&gt;94. Own an instrument? YES.&lt;br /&gt;95. Been in a band? YES.&lt;br /&gt;96. Drank 25 sodas in a day? NO, but close. Hari Raya, baby...&lt;br /&gt;97. Broken a cd? YES.&lt;br /&gt;98. Shot a gun? NO&lt;br /&gt;99. Dated a married person of the opposite sex? NO&lt;br /&gt;100. Written a love letter? YES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114947897234308081?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114947897234308081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114947897234308081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114947897234308081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114947897234308081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-can-only-say-yes-or-no.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-114944863547756919</id><published>2006-06-04T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:43:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the reason &lt;/strong&gt;for the latest change in layout is 'cause the previous ones had certain errors so my blog ended up looking all weird &amp; ugly. even the templates they offered on blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tough looking for simple, nice &amp;amp; clean layouts at blogskins.com. they're practically non-existent. there were alot of interesting ones but most of them had the teen angsty theme going on and i think i've passed that phase 'cause none of them appealed to me at all. anyway, i got tired of looking and finally came across this one, liked it and here it is. do you know that a guy did up this layout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my dear friends&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for asking how my blog is doing every time we bump into each other. maybe when we bump into each other again, you could ask me how I'M doing, then maybe you'll understand why my blog is often left neglected. hehe. i'm doing great, by the way. and no, i'm not "always so busy". the way you people say it is like as if i'm some mogul making moolahs in bucketloads. i just happen to dislike being idle (not to say that i'm NEVER in idle mode) and enjoy being pleasantly occupied. you just happen to always ask me out at the wrong time. i'll always try to make time for my friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss having crushes.&lt;/strong&gt; where have all the intelligent &amp;amp; charming men gone? oh yeah, they got married. either that or they're gay. how sad. a friend asked me the other day, "Looks. a deciding factor, or not?". but somehow our conversation got interrupted and we never got down to discussing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks. A deciding factor, or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a deciding factor for what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of this topic, honestly. i can easily say that looks don't matter to me, and that personality is what's important. i mean, isn't that the politically correct answer almost everyone keeps at the back of their mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl can say that good looks are important to her, and people may start judging her and think she's shallow but what if a guy whom she thinks is "good-looking" is "totally not" to someone else? would they still think she's shallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quote another friend of mine, "as long as he doesn't look like he came out of ALIENS and scare the living daylights out of me and as long he's pleasant to the eye, he's fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next question, how pleasant is pleasant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see? it never ends. to each her own, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you plan to start a conversation with me, let's stay off this topic, please. Now, don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;much has been said says:&lt;br /&gt;hey, bamboo is in singapore! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;much has been said says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*squeals like a school girl*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mother told me not to talk to strangers, and you're strange says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;erm yay...but what or who is bamboo? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mother told me not to talk to strangers, and you're strange says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you ARE a school girl...aren't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAMBOO IS IN SINGAPORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114944863547756919?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114944863547756919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114944863547756919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114944863547756919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114944863547756919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/06/1-reason-for-latest-change-in-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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-24060808.post-114883556285492175</id><published>2006-05-29T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:59:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a businesswoman who just made a million dollars for an Arabian Oil Sheik. When she was leaving the Oil Sheik offered her Diamonds and rubies and a Silver-plated Rolls Royce, but she declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheik insisted so she said that she just started to golf and maybe a set of golf clubs would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later she received a telegram from the sheik. "So far I have bought you 3 golf clubs. I hope you aren't disappointed that only 2 of them have swimming pools."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114883556285492175?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114883556285492175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114883556285492175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114883556285492175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114883556285492175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-was-businesswoman-who-just-made.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060808.post-114663437439812164</id><published>2006-05-03T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:12:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the first day of school was exactly how i'd pictured it. predictable. nothing extraordinary. but i'm happy to be hanging out with my girls again. it's funny how we talk about the same thing every single time we meet, and never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday hadn't been all dull. i had my weekly dose of adrenaline at BODYCOMBAT class! i sent K.C. a text to tell him that i would be late 'cause i was from school and that he should start the class without me. but he said he'd wait. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was already 10 minutes late. so upon alighting the bus, i ran all the way into the building and practically threw myself into the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/BC-side-image.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;studio where everyone had already been in their positions and waiting for me to fill mine. "everyone" however, had only been 8 people. including a newbie. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/BC-side-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 of the more gung-ho members and piz were unable to make it and i gotta admit i was a little disappointed and thought the class would be less fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/400/BC-side-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/400/bc.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, was i wrong! K.C. made up for the lack of "power" people with lots of awesome Power tracks and Combat tracks. it may not have been as fun as the previous classes but it was definitely more intensed. i found myself giving 200% and my muscles were probably shocked by the intensity they almost went numb halfway through a Combat track. the presence of a newbie probably motivated me to push myself harder too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i remember how i first stepped into the class a year ago and almost gave up halfway 'cause the choreography proved to be too tough for me then. and how my body would start aching days after that. but i never gave up and now i can actually feel my stamina improving. yes&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/BC-what-will.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;terday's BODYCOMBAT had been immensely powerful and for the first time K.C. told me i did exceptionally well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Pain, No Gain. how true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BODYCOMBAT&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;™ &lt;/span&gt;is the empowering cardio workout where you are totally unleashed. This fiercely energetic program is inspired by martial arts and draws from a wide array of disciplines such as karate, boxing, taekwondo, tai chi and muay thai. Supported by driving music and powerful role model instructors, strike, punch, kick and kata your way through calories to superior cardio fitness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/site/programs/bodycombat-group-fitness-program.aspx"&gt;Click here for more on Les Mills BODYCOMBAT...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114663437439812164?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114663437439812164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114663437439812164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114663437439812164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114663437439812164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-day-of-school-was-exactly-how-id.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060808.post-114650679502784535</id><published>2006-05-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T03:29:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;school starts tomorrow. my second year. wow. time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a little excited to start school again after a whole month of break. there had been so much going on during that one month, I almost forgot I'm still a student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm determined to work on my punctuality (or lack thereof). i can do it. i know i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;father: early bird catches the worm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: ...but the early worm gets eaten by the bird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;other than that, i'm looking forward to the reunion of the Lempeng Girls! our school is located at Lempeng Drive, you see. Very "glamourous", huh? Only with these girls can i get away with doing stupid &amp; crazy stuff i'd otherwise never even think of. one thing people would first notice about us is that, in the canteen, all 9 of us would squeeze into a 6-seater round table. it's amazing how we manage to do that, considering we never sit still what with all the crazy-ass laughing at each other's stupid jokes. then you'll see the girls from neighbouring tables frown at us, and start to agree among themselves how freaking irritating we are. i'd say they're jealous 'cause we're having so much fun, while they're trying to stay all prim &amp;amp; proper 'cause "the guys are looking". hah. looking at how tight they wear their school uniform, it'll probably burst open the minute they let out a giggle. then, the guys would REALLY look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we're not obnoxious, really. we just don't think sitting around and doing nothing is very fun. what's wrong with playing a harmless game of UNO, Heart Attack or UNO Stacko if we think it's fun? okay, so we're a little loud....somewhat loud, but no one's complaining. or rather, no one's dared to come to us and complain. =) don't worry, we're really nice. we don't bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the father told us yet another lame joke (if you will) today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;father: kalau kapal terbang crash masuk laut, dia keluar kat mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if an airplane crashes into the sea, where does it come out? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;me: *question mark*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;father: keluar kat suratkhabar lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it comes out in the newspaper LAH. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father....father...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114650679502784535?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114650679502784535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114650679502784535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114650679502784535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114650679502784535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/05/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060808.post-114638858638569867</id><published>2006-04-30T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:45:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laughter is no longer the best medicine. [Shopping + Laughter] is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on a few shopping trips the past few weeks and I felt satisfied &amp;amp; refreshed after each. new shoes! new bag! new top! new shoes again! another reason i felt so SATISFIED was because i had finally succeeded in my quest to quit my ugly habit of - impulsive shopping -. Meaning: I see, I like, Got money, I buy, Later broke, nevermind. It's rarely ever been a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would've thought i'd be so happy to come home on Friday without a single shopping bag after a whole day of trying on so many different tops and jeans and bags and accessories and shoes. NOTHING. the sense of satisfaction i got upon realizing my precious moolahs had been left untouched. i told myself, i'd go home and sleep an if i can't stop thinking about a particular item, i'd go back and get it. well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm going out in ten mins to go get that top i couldn't stop thinking about. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and i'm gonna teman the cousin to the padang to catch 3dash1. if i had it my way, i'd skip it altogether and go ahead with the shopping but i quote the cousin, " i'm not really the gig-ing type. just the supportive girlfriend who goes to her boyfriend's gigs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she had never once complained when i brought her to walk for hours during our many shopping trips. the least i could do is to accompany her support her boyfriend, who had also been a victim of my shop-a-thons. So, go Ashik! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy May Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114638858638569867?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114638858638569867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114638858638569867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114638858638569867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114638858638569867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/04/laughter-is-no-longer-best-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060808.post-114598296359456187</id><published>2006-04-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:47:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had to help my mom fry some eggs earlier today. and i hate it. not the eggs, the frying! you're probably thinking i'm such a bimbo who can't even fry eggs, who shrieks upon being asked to cook. well, think whatever you wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized i have a fear of being scalded by the boiling hot oil. dammit. it happened to me a few times when i attempted to fry something and the oil went *POP* *POP* *POP-ING* and hit my bare arms (and face) and ended up with a scar which -THANK GOD- eventually faded. i don't have that low a pain threshold. in fact, i used to get really annoyed with those girls who &lt;strike&gt;cry&lt;/strike&gt; wail when they fall and get a barely visible wound. it's not dislike/fear of heat either. i suppose it's the combination of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the shock i get when the oil suddenly pops] + [ the painful sensation once the scorching hot oil lands on the bare skin] + [the possibilty of getting permanent scarred]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a wuss. i just hate frying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks i'm not &lt;em&gt;lasak&lt;/em&gt; (rugged?) just 'cause i refused to fry the rest of the eggs. and i'm &lt;em&gt;lasak &lt;/em&gt;lah okay. just don't make me fry anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, don't make me do any form of cooking at all, please. (maybe baking...) i used to think that cooking was fun. well, not anymore. i'll help you prepare the ingredients, sure i can do that, but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that's one of the criterias i'd look for in a future partner. he should love to cook (well). he should love to cook so much that he wouldn't allow me to step in the kitchen to do any cooking of my own. and i'd happily&lt;/span&gt; oblige. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114598296359456187?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114598296359456187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114598296359456187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114598296359456187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114598296359456187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-to-help-my-mom-fry-some-eggs.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060808.post-114598684401470128</id><published>2006-04-24T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:29:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/etp02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUS Global Entrepreneurship Summit 2006 ( Jan 16 &amp; 17)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nus.edu.sg/nec/nges/spkprofile.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.nus.edu.sg/nec/nges/spkprofile.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nus.edu.sg/nec/nges/index.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were less than 10 students ( we were referred to as "budding entrepreneurs") in the hall filled with mostly old farts who were/are still either really rich or really smart. we sat amongst these 'angel investors', 'venture capitalists', 'entrepreneurship professors' and the 'successful entrepreneurs' themselves, trying to fit in and pretend to understand everything they were discussing. it didn't help that they came from different parts of the world and brought with them their thick accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a definite eye-opener, but i suggest a crash course or at the very least, a handbook which some clueless individuals could refer to when faced with rather obscure terms. 10 minutes into the first plenary session and i started to wonder if entrepreneurs used some kind of alien language non-entrepreneurial-by-blood people didn't know about. they started breaking out into some kind of code-breaking game! i started panicking 'cause i thought the whole 2-day summit was gonna be 2 days of deciphering alien languages and codes, but it turned out fine. i found myself enjoying the summit. partly 'cause we students only had to pay $100 while the old farts had to pay $400 each. 2 days of talk &amp;amp; good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite speakers would have to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/BobLin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/BobLin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Lin, Co-Founder &amp; General Partner, Acorn Campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/mark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Chang CEO and Founder, JobStreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two men are rich, successful, humble and inspiring. i was so inspired when they were making their speeches and kept going (silently) 'WOW".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/mengweng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Meng Weng CTO, Karmaspere, Inc&lt;br /&gt;(he had hair when we met him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw him moving around in his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.segway.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;human transporter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; during one of the many tea breaks and i said to no one in particular, "Hey, that looks like fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard and replied, "It is fun. Wanna try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. of course, i tried it. it really was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that amused me during the summit was how it seemed as though the more highly educated + older the speaker was (namingly the professors), the more monotonous, dull, boring their presentations were. Hello Uncle, being extraordinarily smart is no excuse to be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were more than a few spelling errors too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/romanpicisan/etp01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? Even old rich geniuses make mistakes. So, we got nothing to worry about. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/1600/etp02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/etp02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy sitting on my left is an entrepreneur from France. His accent wasn't that bad, so I was able to understand him when he introduced himself. The guy on the right is Magnus Aronsson. Managing director, Entrepreneurship and Small Business Research Institute, (ESBRI) from Sweden. Dead ringer for Chris O'Donnell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overall enriching experience. Definitely worth skipping 2 days of school for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114598684401470128?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114598684401470128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114598684401470128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114598684401470128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114598684401470128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/04/nus-global-entrepreneurship-summit.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060808.post-114573694120553727</id><published>2006-04-23T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:52:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome to she-nanigans.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shenanigan.blogsource.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, which didn't quite work for me, i spent a lot of time and effort on this one. im not the most IT-savviest of people, so this is definitely an achievement. and i love it. i especially love the main picture i got off Getty, which by the way is a picture of Las Vegas. beautiful, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what happened since my last entry on 1 January 2006? to my dearest cousin, i don't know whether to be flattered or sorry that you've read that entry "over &amp; over again". anyway, so much has happened. in fact, i hate myself for not noting it all down when it happened, 'cause i don't have the best memory and i just can't be bothered to update my planner every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some events/whatever-ness worth highlighting would probably be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Entrepreneurship Summit&lt;br /&gt;Urban Playtime 2006 (Events Management)&lt;br /&gt;BumBoat Trip&lt;br /&gt;Leadership Camp @ Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;ADM Bonding Session @ WCP&lt;br /&gt;Inter-ITE Enterprise Competition 2006&lt;br /&gt;Rivermaya @ Mosaic Festival&lt;br /&gt;Campus Superstar&lt;br /&gt;Ari Wibowo in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;"Flowers In The Desert" - Drama Production by CeMTA&lt;br /&gt;Giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. okay, that's a lot for "some". but these are the ones i can remember for now. im gonna write about &lt;strike&gt;one event per day&lt;/strike&gt; (unless i get tired and decide to talk bout all at one go). so if you wanna know what i've been up to (or just plain bored), come back and find out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than anything, i'm blogging so that i can remember how i spent my days, the little details and the emotions involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/795/320/ctrl.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060808-114573694120553727?l=she-nanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/114573694120553727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060808&amp;postID=114573694120553727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114573694120553727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060808/posts/default/114573694120553727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-nanigans.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-to-she-nanigans.html' title=''/><author><name>the glamourchine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668122900797576280</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>
