<?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-2882356817264732566</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:26:15.433+08:00</updated><category term='Miley Cyrus at Oscars 2010'/><category term='140809'/><category term='Lines'/><category term='busted.'/><category term='Who I am'/><category term='Rahmat:)'/><category term='Fall (Turn it Up)'/><category term='baby:)'/><category term='Stranger.'/><category term='My tears I drown.'/><category term='la-la land (:'/><category term='CONFUSED'/><category term='wishing'/><category term='lame assholes.'/><category term='Nothing make sense anymore'/><category term='babe'/><category term='hari raya'/><category term='Party in the USA music video:)'/><category term='everything fell apart'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='Reihana'/><category term='i miss you'/><category term='65 more days:)'/><category term='Ignorance'/><category term='Apology'/><category term='friend'/><category term='Bestfriend.'/><category term='catch me'/><category term='79 more days to my birthday...'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='MR :)'/><category term='I&apos;m Back'/><category term='Fantasy and Reality.'/><category term='Happy 14th Birthday'/><category term='Happy Birthday Nanat'/><category term='3 days more to go'/><category term='73 more days'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='Brittany Murphy'/><category term='Bounce/Goodbye Twitter'/><category term='77 more days:)'/><category term='To my dearest bestie ..'/><category term='Only you.'/><category term='And I found you already ...'/><category term='people'/><category term='Dear God.'/><category term='Before the Storm.'/><category term='sitting'/><category term='You&apos;re hard to forget.'/><category term='Happy Birthday Miley'/><category term='171009'/><category term='Sad.Angry.Depressed.'/><category term='Happy Advance 15th Birthday'/><category term='30 more days:)'/><category term='4 days to go'/><category term='I miss Michael Jackson.'/><category term='Vines and Trying Times.'/><category term='Obviously'/><category term='Goodbye.'/><category term='stupid virus attacking me'/><category term='i&apos;m really sorry.'/><category term='Joseph Adam Jonas'/><category term='Miley&apos;s first appearance on TV'/><category term='simply just can&apos;t let go'/><category term='break dance.'/><category term='78 more days to my birthday...'/><category term='last day of school'/><category term='Flag Day with Shasha'/><category term='Oh boy.'/><category term='Happy 51st Birthday to late Michael Jackson.'/><category term='71 more days:D'/><category term='i&apos;ve moved on already'/><category term='Deep inside'/><category term='moody'/><category term='why do you have to leave?'/><category term='Ordinary Girl'/><category term='Nunu Birthday'/><category term='Leo'/><category term='Zoo outing.'/><category term='First day of Semester 2'/><category term='Shasha Loopy'/><category term='being hurt'/><category term='stabbed in the back'/><category term='DMB SYF'/><category term='2 more days to Ramadhan.'/><category term='75 more days-.-'/><category term='2 days down'/><category term='i can&apos;t help but fall for you everytime'/><category term='I swear'/><category term='Every Life has a Story.'/><category term='I love you.'/><category term='i have a boyfriend.'/><category term='SHYAANFNIAQ ♥'/><category term='Zaza:)'/><category term='dissappointment'/><category term='future love'/><category term='Broken strings'/><category term='I&apos;m not supposed to.'/><category term='Best days of my Life.'/><category term='What hurts the most? Tell me now.'/><category term='Fifteen'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry.'/><category term='L.O.V.E'/><category term='stressing/freaking out'/><category term='8 more weeks'/><category term='not me.'/><category term='The Last Song'/><category term='12th day of fasting already'/><category term='Hapiness in the air'/><category term='EOY.'/><category term='You are lame'/><category term='time&apos;s precious.'/><category term='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><category term='Exactly 2 more months'/><category term='Two different World Collide'/><category term='200909 :)'/><category term='send it on'/><category term='64 more days:D'/><title type='text'>Hanna Haziqah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-8864480110686809342</id><published>2010-08-14T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:51:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My all time favourite girls ♥&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TGZQE9PQ4CI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QvfsgMDUZbQ/s1600/demi+and+miley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505175640595292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TGZQE9PQ4CI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QvfsgMDUZbQ/s320/demi+and+miley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Belated 16th Birthday to myself (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hanna Haziqah, you're finally sixteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've been through a lot at only sixteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please don't stress yourself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are more to come in the coming years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You still have a lot to explore out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;More challenges are coming &amp;amp; you know you can face them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Study hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Happy Belated 16th birthday to Choonweng, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To DeeShaRau ♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for always being there for me through it all, for the really great advices, for the shoulders for me to cry on, for cheering me up when I'm not in the mood, for helping me deal with Boy problems, for sticking up for me, for never failing to brighten up my day, for all the jokes, for the motivation &amp;amp; enouragement, &amp;amp; for everything else. Too much to be written. We've been through a lot together, both tough times &amp;amp; good times. I hope that we'd still be this close in the future, though we'll be going our seperate ways next year. Thanks for being the bestest friends I could ever ask for. The soft toy that Deeyana gave me, I'll talk to it whenever I'm feeling down. I'lltalk to it as if like I'm talking to you girls. Overall, thanks for everything. I thank God for giving me the chance to get to know you girls. Whatever it is, I want you girls to rememeber this one word, DeeShaNaRau ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To everyone else, thanks you for the presents &amp;amp; wishes. Whether you wish me through Facebook or text, I really appreciate it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Presents include The Last Song Book, suppeeeerrr big soft toy, Miley's Cant be Tamed CD, a mug ♥, a Parker pen with my name engraved on it, money, a set of necklace, earrings &amp;amp; a ring, flowers &amp;amp; everything else.  They're all beautiful &amp;amp; I'll treasure them (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8864480110686809342?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8864480110686809342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-my-all-time-favourite-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8864480110686809342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8864480110686809342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-my-all-time-favourite-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TGZQE9PQ4CI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QvfsgMDUZbQ/s72-c/demi+and+miley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-4571716232957075838</id><published>2010-08-09T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:20:54.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 more days to Ramadhan.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;08.08.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TF-p5m0u_MI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hFk1fVkZMzg/s1600/huhuhuhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503304076809403586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TF-p5m0u_MI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hFk1fVkZMzg/s320/huhuhuhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shasha, Tadza, Rau, Fiqah, Fiqqy &amp;amp; Ziqah (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing from picture, Diyana H, Diyanah Sec 3 &amp;amp; Sabrina ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, went to Raudhah's place at Yishun for her brother's engagement. Reached Yishun at around 12.30pm, I think. We ate for awhile, then went to the girls side which is at Khatib. Not that far from Rau's place. We carried the &lt;em&gt;hantaran&lt;/em&gt;( I don't know what it's called :P) to and fro. After going to the girl's side, went back to Rau's place. Chill there &amp;amp; celebrated Rau's belated birthday. We set up the cake for her like as if it was our birthday :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cut the cake &amp;amp; ate until around almost &lt;em&gt;Maghrib &lt;/em&gt;like that. Hhahaa! Seriously, we ate a lot -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Left the house around 7.15pm &amp;amp; took 169 back to Ang Mo Kio. Shasha &amp;amp; Fiqah dropped of at their stop while me &amp;amp; the guys at AMK interchange. Overall, we all had great time ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures have been uploaded at facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TF-pfvZ4LGI/AAAAAAAAAwA/TsLBhqEn6bo/s1600/hehehehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503303632436079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TF-pfvZ4LGI/AAAAAAAAAwA/TsLBhqEn6bo/s320/hehehehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-4571716232957075838?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4571716232957075838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4571716232957075838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4571716232957075838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/08.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TF-p5m0u_MI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hFk1fVkZMzg/s72-c/huhuhuhu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1997489011955684786</id><published>2010-08-01T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:56:06.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You fall deeper with each passing day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But try to hide it in every possible way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He's only a friend, and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's the lie you keeping telling yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You keep on saying he's just a bud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But deep inside, you're falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You get so giddy when you meet his eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But keep reminding yourself it isn't right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A simple glance turns into a stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But you pretned that you don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's "not right" for you two to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Is that why you hide it so no one can see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But how long will you pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Keep lying that he's just a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Perhaps your feelings you can never show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Perhaps it's "wrong" for him to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Your friendship can't be risked over this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So being his girl is an impossible wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2387753367843562769</id><published>2010-07-24T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:21:42.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ordinary Girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School as per usual yesterday. Raudhah didn't turn up, though. Lotsa stuff happened, but I don't wish to explain it all here. Once school ended, everything became normal again. Went for POA remedial then met the rest at the canteen. Sat with the girls then Tadza came. They started planning for the Hari Raya outing already. Hahaha! After planning and agreed on the date, Tadza realised they were looking at 2011 calender -.- HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, I would like to thank Deeyana, Shakinah &amp;amp; Sabrina for the stuff that you guys did yesterday. You know what it is :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school &amp;amp; met Raudhah at usual place. Then went home for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to do some chores now. Then off to Bishan Library to meet Diyanah &amp;amp; Sabrina :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes I'm lazy, I get bored, I get scared, I feel ignored, I feel&lt;br /&gt;happy, I get silly, I choke on my own words. I make wishes, I have Dreams And I&lt;br /&gt;still want to believe that anything can happen in this world, For an&lt;br /&gt;ordinary girl. So give it everything or nothin' at all. Get back on your feet&lt;br /&gt;when you stumble and fall A little luck can go a long way. So don't you&lt;br /&gt;worry about what people say. Who knows when the wind may blow, for an ordinary&lt;br /&gt;girl. I'm just an ordinary girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2387753367843562769?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2387753367843562769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-as-per-usual-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2387753367843562769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2387753367843562769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-as-per-usual-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-8417584356541749508</id><published>2010-07-22T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:51:13.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Words can never describe how happy I was yesterday. I really hope things will get better, just Like what Shakinah told me. &lt;em&gt;Oh, she told me based on real life experience&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, no school for today due to E-learning. I can't access to my E-learning site. Shit -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meeting Aisyah later. Finally get to meet her :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Going to Nenek house before meeting Aisyah. She's sick :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow, I can't wait for Malay Oral next week. I can't wait for all the upcoming Malay remedials :) Hehehe :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Raudhah, Shakinah, Diyana, Jess &amp;amp; all the other guys out there (you know who you are),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Let's make this year a memorable one. I want to remember this year. We'll never know whether we'll be seeing each other again, or not. Let's keep all out other emotions aside &amp;amp; just be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm going to be there for you guys, no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;If you want a comforting hug, I can give you one. You want a shoulder to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulders. You want advices, I'll give you, even if you don't need&lt;br /&gt;them. I'll share your pain, happiness, laughters. We've been through a lot&lt;br /&gt;together, the sunny days &amp;amp; not forgetting the stormy ones. The most&lt;br /&gt;beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without&lt;br /&gt;growing apart ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8417584356541749508?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8417584356541749508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/words-can-never-describe-how-happy-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8417584356541749508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8417584356541749508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/words-can-never-describe-how-happy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5165018011679209986</id><published>2010-07-20T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:05:24.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;48 MORE DAYS TO N' LEVEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14 MORE DAYS TO PRELIMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23 MORE DAYS TO MY B'DAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quick Update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for not updating that often. Been busy these past few days with studies &amp;amp; other stuff. Just to let y'all know that I won't be updating that often. As you can see, I have exactly 2 more weeks to my Prelims. Next week Monday, will be having Malay N' level Oral Examintions. After Prelims will be doing intensive revision on every subject. Must aim 19 points, then MAYBE will be going to Higher Nitec, instead if going Sec 5. Well, that's what Cikgu Ezreen said. If you're eligible for Sec 5, go Higher Nitec instead. If not eligible for Sec 5, then go ITE. Don't waste anymore time. I couldn't agree more. Nitec also have Nursing :) I've got tons of homework to be done, school + tuition -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This thought suddenly came into my mind. I just realised that I have only have few more months left with Shasha, Diyana &amp;amp; Asyraf. Everybody will be going their own ways. I don't even know if I'll be going to the same school with Raudhah or not in the future :'( Then what about the rest? Omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow will be having Maths &amp;amp; Malay remedial, so confirm will end late -.- I'm tired of practicing for Malay Oral. I know it's to prepare us, but I'm sick of it. Never mind, Hanna. This week is the last time we'll practice, then everything will be over :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, today Assembly was AWESOME. Went up the stage with Shasha, Asyraf &amp;amp; Adi. Damn funny I tell you. This is all Mr Ali's fault, for calling out my name :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gotta go now. Going to sleep for awhile, since I'm having a headache right now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will be doing revision afterwards. Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand and I'll plead into tears. I don't understand why you&lt;br /&gt;can't take me with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5165018011679209986?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5165018011679209986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/48-more-days-to-n-level-14-more-days-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5165018011679209986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5165018011679209986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/48-more-days-to-n-level-14-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-7727614976718009003</id><published>2010-07-06T18:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:52:38.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Update, Update, Update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm going to update since Jassy ask me to :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No school yesterday due to Youth Day. Met up with Raudhah &amp;amp; Shasha at usual place. Went to Jass house first to take her POA paper, then went to KFC for lunch. &lt;em&gt;Shasha kecoh sia pat KFC&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went to talk crap under one of the void decks. Then around 3, met up with Raudhah's friends, Ina Ke'ai &amp;amp; Mimi. Really had fun talking with them :) &lt;em&gt;Baru jumpe, tapi bobual macam dah brape lamer kenal gitu :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang-out with them, then they went off. The three of us went to talk about some "stuff" at AMK hub Basement there. Oh, Rau treat me &amp;amp; Shasha Soya Bean :) Thanks beb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ina Ke'ai &amp;amp; Mimi in the pictures below :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUqSeQbcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iOeUKPbtXZ4/s1600/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490755087440571842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUqSeQbcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iOeUKPbtXZ4/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUpNg73aI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1qn3JLd8RSg/s1600/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490755068929760674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUpNg73aI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1qn3JLd8RSg/s320/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUokiL5SI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TTrOCjA9Ew8/s1600/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490755057929151778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUokiL5SI/AAAAAAAAAvo/TTrOCjA9Ew8/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUoDLufLI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CkjDzzDe2zs/s1600/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490755048976579762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUoDLufLI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CkjDzzDe2zs/s320/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today school as per normal. Had my N-Level Oral Examinations today. It was in the hall. At first, I was damn nervous. But then when it was my turn, whoa! Suddenly, I spoke confidently. As I was talking, Mr Ali was in my head. So, I also talk dramatically. Everything turned out to be awesome. So, now I'm not worried for Oral anymore. But, I'm worried about this one promise that I have to fulfill by tomorrow :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-7727614976718009003?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7727614976718009003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-update-update-okay-im-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7727614976718009003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7727614976718009003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-update-update-okay-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TDMUqSeQbcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iOeUKPbtXZ4/s72-c/DSC01227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-6404634418585557863</id><published>2010-06-30T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:26:19.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"if one day you realize that i have not been talking to you&lt;br /&gt;in a while, it's not because i don't care anymore. it's because you pushed me&lt;br /&gt;away &amp;amp; just left me there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you may not have&lt;br /&gt;realised it, but i've been trying really hard to start talking to you. it's&lt;br /&gt;alright, i understand. you don't want to give me hopes. don't worry, i'm not&lt;br /&gt;putting anymore hopes on you at all. i see you as a friend now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've been feeling really tired these days. i guess it's due to my lack of sleep since i've been studying almost every night &amp;amp; i'll only go to bed past midnight *yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school has been fine. more &amp;amp; more homework. remedials start next week &amp;amp; most of them will end around 5pm like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;english 'n' level oral examination will be next week, 6 july. after that, malay 'n' level oral examinatins which will be on 26 july. super fast &lt;em&gt;siol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright, i'm gonna take a nap for awhile before starting on my revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zzzzzz -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, anyone want come my house tomorrow or friday &amp;amp; study with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; i mean, ANYONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&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/2882356817264732566-6404634418585557863?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6404634418585557863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6404634418585557863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6404634418585557863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2452865572231013454</id><published>2010-06-28T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:25:24.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First day of Semester 2'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school wasn't that bad at all. Woke up feeling really excited ;)&lt;br /&gt;Met the normal people at MRT, then head to school. Seriously, happy &lt;em&gt;siol &lt;/em&gt;when we reached school :D&lt;br /&gt;First period was form teacher period. I swear, I don't like the new time-table -.- very shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Only the first day, I've got piles of homework to finish up. Malay, Maths, Social Studies, English.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not excited for school tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;do you know that your present is still with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i don't know what the hell am i waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i mean, why can't i just give it to you just like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;why is it so hard for me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;gosh, hanna, what is wrong with you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i know you already know about me buying you a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sumpah, &lt;/em&gt;i don't know when to give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i bring your present everyday, but i don't have the guts to give you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pandai kan? i tau -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haiyooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;D':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2452865572231013454?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2452865572231013454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-school-wasnt-that-bad-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2452865572231013454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2452865572231013454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-school-wasnt-that-bad-at.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-99425220009391161</id><published>2010-06-22T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:30:07.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide. Are you that afraid of me? But I know it's a lie what you're keeping inside. That is not how you want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If you think I'm fine, it ain't true. I really need you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;No matter what I have to do, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will wait for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-99425220009391161?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/99425220009391161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-why-does-your-pride-make-you-run-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/99425220009391161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/99425220009391161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-why-does-your-pride-make-you-run-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-388466752637616264</id><published>2010-06-17T18:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:24:51.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been gone for quite sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To some people who's still asking me whether I'm fine or not, yes I'm fine. Still on medication, but can manage. No worries (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't believe that next week will be the last week of holidays. I'll be busy completing my holiday assignments. I don't know how to my Malay compo. Shit man -.- POA, quarter done. English, haven't started. I can't find the damn paper. Life's back to normal, I guess. Sometimes, the truth may hurt. But, you just gotta accept the fact and move on with your life. You just gotta believe that if something is meant to happen, it will happen. May not be now, but in the future. But if it still doesn't happen, it's just not meant to be yours. Something better might be awaiting you in the future. Just believe :)&lt;br /&gt;Relationships might not last, but &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a friendship does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TBoAiMT9QOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PyreW5IoGwY/s1600/Sec+4s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483696083697484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TBoAiMT9QOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PyreW5IoGwY/s320/Sec+4s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand what's going on. I know we're just gonna stay as friends only, I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm thinking the same thing as you. I don't want to risk our friendship. I see you as a friend. I want us to be like how we used to when we were friends. I hope we can start all over again, &amp;amp; talk to each other like nothing happened. We're gonna take our N levels soon, &amp;amp; we might not know whether we will still meet each other or not in the future. I don't want to waste this little time left on something that's not worth it you know. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just miss us being friends&lt;/span&gt;, that's all :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-388466752637616264?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/388466752637616264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-been-gone-for-quite-sometime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/388466752637616264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/388466752637616264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-been-gone-for-quite-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TBoAiMT9QOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PyreW5IoGwY/s72-c/Sec+4s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1396667223410133645</id><published>2010-06-07T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:00:46.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you wanna leave, you can. I’ll remember you, just like I remember everyone that leaves."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;- Lilo and Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1396667223410133645?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1396667223410133645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-wanna-leave-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1396667223410133645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;knowing that I'll never hold ya, like I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Before the Storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;With every strike of lightning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Comes a memory that lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what hurts the most is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;knowing that everything's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not going to be the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NORHAFIZAH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May all your wishes come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things change, and so does people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to my girls for being there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; for cheering me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys never fail to give me advices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;appreciate it loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but face it, it's my problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the end of the day, it's me facing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to learn to face them myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get that straight, hanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8150800534531481729?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8150800534531481729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-17th-birthday-norhafizah-d-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8150800534531481729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0"&gt;currently very pissed off right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0"&gt;mad, sad, disappointed, broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0"&gt;cb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-770447093468714831?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/770447093468714831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/currently-very-pissed-off-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/770447093468714831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/770447093468714831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/06/currently-very-pissed-off-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-841326295757489363</id><published>2010-06-03T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:32:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TAeRWif5GVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QkOWUwLr2p0/s1600/me+%26+sab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478507288123218258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/TAeRWif5GVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QkOWUwLr2p0/s320/me+%26+sab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE 14th BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SABRINA YO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a big girl now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May all your wishes come true on this special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay happy &amp;amp; smiley all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though there are times when it was awkward between us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we manage to pull through :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is, you can still talk to me about anything alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be always be there for you if you need anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a text away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ya ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, I love that picture up there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-841326295757489363?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/841326295757489363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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remedial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday had malay &amp;amp; maths. didn't went for maths though :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malay was okay luhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today malay was a little bit boring.&lt;br /&gt;skipped geography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to mac for breakfast with fizah &amp;amp; raudhah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;around 11+, shakinah came with jess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked, laughed, talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then like suddenly, a lot of ang moh's enter the mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of them are teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they sat at a table same row as us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear, all of them are damn good-looking :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of them had the justin bieber looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shakinah happy &lt;em&gt;siot&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then this one guy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;subahanallah, &lt;/em&gt;damn handsome+cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG, &lt;em&gt;i tengok, i pun cair siol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then, they all eat so greedily. like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who cares! hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, we were talking abaout 14 june outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first, wanted to make bbq, but cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then planning to go sentosa, but cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, we're planning to go to haunted places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but of course, go during the day time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah! i don't dare go night time D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, going night cycling tonight :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then, i scared tomorrow i can't wake up for remedial :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i asked raudhah to morning call me at 7am. call until i pick up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love you up to the point where I found myself constantly wishing that I won’t have to get over you ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1333782495358687930?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1333782495358687930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NADRA IWANI :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May all your wishes come true on this very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Semoga dipanjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for always being a pair of listening ears when we go home together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go find one good Ang Moh for yourself :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't stress yourself out about boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll find the right one soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're like a sister to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-6413811272813926623?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6413811272813926623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-14th-birthday-nadra-iwani-d-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6413811272813926623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just wish you knew how much it hurts inside, what it's done to me, and how i can't imagine ever feeling OK again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Seriously, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my attitude was bitchy today. do you think that i really want to act that way? of course not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whatever it is, i'm sorry for acting that way and i know i shouldn't have. but i couldn't help it, that's all. okay, i'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was one of the worst days.&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/2882356817264732566-5544041626307440619?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5544041626307440619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-wish-you-knew-how-much-it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5544041626307440619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5544041626307440619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-wish-you-knew-how-much-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-4399593270980331808</id><published>2010-05-25T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:59:33.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate myself for having this fcuked up feeling towards you. i'm sorry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know i shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you used to captivate me. but now, everytime when i look at you, tears start to form behind my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't help it, but it hurts everytime i look at you &amp;amp; i don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what puzzled me the most is why do we like suddenly stopped talking in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, it's saddens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i know, we're just maintaining "low-profile".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn, i'm just pissed off with this "low-profile" thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish we can just start talking like we used to before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i find it difficult. do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you looked happy and fine with eveything, so i'll just go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i will be right here waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know, you're busy with your own stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's alright, i understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you do your thing, &amp;amp; i'll do mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm afraid if you ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never mind, i can't say it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just so you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;millions of people would complete this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i only need you to complete mine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-4399593270980331808?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4399593270980331808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-myself-for-having-this-fcuked-up.html#comment-form' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm damn worried for tomorrow's ptm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder if my mum remember that she has to come down to school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holidays are coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have to drill myself to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, i got my old tutor back &amp;amp; i'm damn happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time, no more playing. must study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today had the emergency preparedness exercise in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it sucks big time can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought it was fun, but it turned out the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want tomorrow to come quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just get this ptm thing done and over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, my life's totally fcuked up right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything i do doesn't seem to turn out right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why can't i just be my normal self when i'm around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-7977339657279292085?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7977339657279292085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1918304216392745175</id><published>2010-05-23T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:54:11.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dear mystery guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i should've have seen all these coming, but no, i was blinded by the "love". you make me laugh, you make me smile. &amp;amp; now you make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess it's my fault. i shouldn't have put too much hopes on you. i expected too much from you. &amp;amp; this is the result. i trusted myself to trust you. i believe that you were different from those guys out there who broke me a lot of times. but now, it seems like you're starting to show me that you're actually turning into one of them. or did you become like this because of me? i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you never gave me an answer. you heard from my friends that i like you. and above all, you've heard it from me, myself. but i've never heard it from you, but only from your friends. everyone kept saying that it will happen, but i don't believe them. in my point of view, no. i tried believing them, your friends, my friends. but it's just so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe all this while, the feeling that i've been feeling is true after all. i shouldn't have trusted you that fast. shouldn't have put too much hopes on you. shouldn't have expected that much from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're no different from other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for once completing my life, and make me feel what it feels like to be with you for awhile. i really loved it and shall treasure it. i'm still waiting for an answer from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h square :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(if only you'd read this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1918304216392745175?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1918304216392745175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-mystery-guy-i-shouldve-have-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me hold you for the last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the last chance to feel again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you broke me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can't feel anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so untrue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I can't even convince myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i'm speaking it's the voice of someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It tears me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make it all okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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break, back to hall until around 1245 for NE talk, then dismissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked around in the canteen until around 2.30pm, then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yesterday was one of the best days of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never forget 170510 :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow UDC. Now, I don't feel excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having leg cramps, and so does my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please pain, go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to play floorball tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After UDC, probably going to watch The Last Song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to watch yesterday, but I missed the 3pm show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, MUST WATCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Boy, I'll be waiting ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-81536943788748219?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5694800177283388831</id><published>2010-05-16T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:14:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vgB3wsZLz_4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vgB3wsZLz_4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From this video, it seems like Bieber has a slight crush on Cyrus :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5694800177283388831?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5694800177283388831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-this-video-it-seems-like-bieber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5694800177283388831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5694800177283388831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-this-video-it-seems-like-bieber.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-4524834356535472688</id><published>2010-05-16T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:57:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once we were a happy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But now, it's tearing apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-4524834356535472688?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4524834356535472688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-we-were-happy-family-but-now-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4524834356535472688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4524834356535472688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-we-were-happy-family-but-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-7209192340173238034</id><published>2010-05-14T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:57:04.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a little happy today without a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy everyday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, so far got back English, Physics, Biology, Maths paper 1 &amp;amp; Malay paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I passed English, Biology &amp;amp; Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I failed Maths paper 1 (confirm paper 2 also fail -.-) &amp;amp; Physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, yesterday trip to ITE (Tampines) was awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear, the guys there are like WOW :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi aku tetap SP1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The courses there are all really interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I think I will still want to go to Sec 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for UDC, which is next week Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Floorball, floorball, floorball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH "THE LAST SONG" WHICH HAD ALREADY BEEN RELEASED YESTERDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe watching it on Monday. I HAVE to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If we’re perfect for each other, and if we’re meant to be with each other, we will be with each other ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-7209192340173238034?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7209192340173238034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-little-happy-today-without-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7209192340173238034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7209192340173238034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-little-happy-today-without-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5165898284605556817</id><published>2010-05-14T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:41:54.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSkEWUV4FQQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSkEWUV4FQQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miley Cyrus &amp;amp; Justin Bieber Date night :) They're prolly just talking about some business stuff. But they look cute, though. Shakinah, &lt;em&gt;jangan jealous &lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5165898284605556817?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5165898284605556817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/miley-cyrus-justin-bieber-date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5165898284605556817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5165898284605556817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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hope already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why can't everything be perfect for once?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to know what's in your mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will it happen or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are you just playing around, or are you serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or am i just being unreasonable, and freaking out for no reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the time that we spent yesterday was great, and i love every second of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, i think i'm just stressing myself out for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to stop thinking negatively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fml&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-767373444908062592?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' 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to get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, at 1.15pm tomorrow, sec 4N will be going to tampines ite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't wait for that, and i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can yesterday repeat again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-669870314770292963?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/669870314770292963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams.html#comment-form' title='0 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align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="CEGInBlogPlayer" name="CEGInBlogPlayer" src="http://www.eonline.com/static/videoplayer/platform_players/swf/CEGInBlogPlayer.swf" width="480" height="311" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="ID=CEGInBlogPlayer&amp;amp;releasePID=5QiscuSpR9Jtdh6Bv0dzTu1Ih7jL0d2o&amp;amp;playerId=Embed&amp;amp;skinUrl=http://www.eonline.com/static/videoplayer/platform_players/swf/skinCEGPlayer.swf&amp;amp;locId=US&amp;amp;SWF_URL=http://www.eonline.com/static/vidoeplayer/platform_players/swf/" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" salign="tl" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miley Cyrus- Can't Be Tamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1845673674605566039?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2308872478939744356</id><published>2010-04-30T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:50:35.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, i'm like not in the mood to blog, but i feel like blogging -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mid year has started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 papers down, 5 more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English yesterday was manageable, but Malay today sucks big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't know that the peribahasa would be that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything's difficult, except the comprehension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I receive the paper, I flip the page open, I look at Tadza, he look at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our faces was like "WTF."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, had tuition just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After tuition, totally felt so fcuked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa, lots of homework she gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like tomorrow cannot go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, there's another thing I'm thinking about, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mystery guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you name yourself mystery guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2308872478939744356?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2308872478939744356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/sup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2308872478939744356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2308872478939744356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/sup.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything.sucks.today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, even though i'm touched that you still remember what day today is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then, later part of the day, i found out something about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something that you did when we're together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i just found out about it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks, tadza for telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2083390125963011151?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2083390125963011151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5211136581648840448</id><published>2010-04-26T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:37:31.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"If you think it’s time to let go, then just let go. There’s no point in looking back to what you have already lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;270210 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&amp;amp; I wonder if you still remember what day tomorrow is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, you just gotta accept the fact that those bad boys who dump you, they're the one who gives you the best memories, even though they hurt you billions of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; it hurts, to keep thinking about them, but I just can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I've been thinking about you for the past few days, &amp;amp; I know I shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembering the times you made me smile, laugh, cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembering the touch of your hands intertwined with mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembering the touch of your lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembering the sound of your voice on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembering the times you always tease me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; now, it's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't talk anymore, &amp;amp; we just pass by each other awkwardly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like as if we have never existed in each other's life before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish we could be like last time, when we were still friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss talking with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss laughing to your jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss seeing your crazy self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss it when you teased me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I miss us, being friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though, this doesn't mean that I want you back. No, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that I still love you. No, I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've moved on, &amp;amp; so do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have your previous life back, &amp;amp; so do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have your friends, I have mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess this is the way it's supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I'll be thankful if we were to start all over again, and be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like we used to before.&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/2882356817264732566-5211136581648840448?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5211136581648840448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-think-its-time-to-let-go-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5211136581648840448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5211136581648840448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-think-its-time-to-let-go-then.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3522219932190995546</id><published>2010-04-21T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:43:38.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling good today. Hmmm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have not been updating very often, &amp;amp; I'm sorry about that. Been busy with lots of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mid-year examinations are coming up. Have been doing lots of revision lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School ended 1.45pm today, then straight away went for Maths remedial. It ended about 2.45pm, then slacked at canteen. Shakinah had to cook for her FNN, &amp;amp; I swear, it was delicious :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak tau pulak bestie aku ni pandai masak :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About 5+pm, left school and went to get new pair of contact lenses. Finally, I got it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did the NAPFA 5 items today, &amp;amp; it was okay lah. Not that bad. The only fun part was when the guys had to do the pull-up. Damn funny, I tell you. Especially Bryan. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing broad jump aku tak pernah pass! D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, I just remembered that I skipped Social Studies mock paper today :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up late, that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, going to do my Maths homework now, &amp;amp; then revise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3522219932190995546?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3522219932190995546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-feeling-good-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3522219932190995546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3522219932190995546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-feeling-good-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-7371761513912279306</id><published>2010-04-14T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:36:04.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of "awkward moments" today. Hmmm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling so fcked up right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No mood to blog.&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/2882356817264732566-7371761513912279306?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7371761513912279306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/lots-of-awkward-moments-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7371761513912279306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7371761513912279306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/lots-of-awkward-moments-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2399910586348194617</id><published>2010-04-10T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:09:50.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMB SYF'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEYI MILITARY BAND WAS AWESOME :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats for winning all the 3 awards for the second time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a row!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys deserve it, &amp;amp; it was an awesome performance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was spelndid/beautiful/amazing! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; that's why I'm proud to call myself a Deyian :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna talk about today. Woke up at 10.30am, ate breakfast with Grandma. Left home at about 12.30pm, met up with Lisa &amp;amp; gang to clear up some important stuff, &amp;amp; mrt-ed to amk. Went to Indoor Stadium to watch the Military Band SYF with Shakinah, Deeyana, Diyanah, Hafizah, Nadra &amp;amp; Jesscca. All the band did awesome, but obviously, Deyi band was the best :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haikal did an amazing job with the maze(or however you spell it). Screamed at the top our lungs, &amp;amp; I'm loosing my voice right now. Deyi was the last item. Save the best for the last :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All performances ended about 6+, then waited for the results. Everyone was damn nervous lah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best appearance: Gold with Honours, Deyi Secondary School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Drum Major: Haikal bin Rosli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best display band: Deyi Secondary School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone was cheering like hell, I swear! It was as if we were watching a soccer match, but actually it was a band performance. Met up with Raudhah &amp;amp; Sabrina and congratulate them, and went off. Everyone took bus 16 and dropped off at Dhoby Ghaut, &amp;amp; take the train. Me &amp;amp; Shakinah cabbed down to Bishan instead :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sent Shakinah at Bishan mrt, and went home. The moment I reached home, straight away I had my dinner since I didn't have proper breakfast and no lunch. Stomach was making weird noises at the stadium :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was a great day, and I'm sure everyone's happy with the results. To the other schools who competing real hard just now, especially Tanjung Katong Sec, it's okay! Cheer up, there will always ba a next time. Try harder :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a throbbing headache right now, my throat hurts, having leg cramps, &amp;amp; damn sleepy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2399910586348194617?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2399910586348194617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/deyi-military-band-was-awesome-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2399910586348194617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2399910586348194617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/deyi-military-band-was-awesome-d.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-7470219711427606284</id><published>2010-04-10T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:46:57.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LEO AND LEO COMPATIBILITY:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With another Leo, it is a question of who is going to give up the spotlight. Two individuals born under Leo, when together, represent charm, entertainment and personality plus. But it could be too much of a good thing. To make the relationship succeed, each Leo must be willing to step back, to permit the other to show off special talents and abilities. The Leo man doesn't attract the usual, the mundane, and the ordinary. And to succeed in a relationship with Leo, you have to be somewhat eccentric, willing to forgo numerous conventions - and you have to dress well, appreciate good food and be heavy on the compliments. This man is romantic and somewhat egotistical. But much of the time he's worth an extra effort. No matter how exasperating he may be, he has a right to his ego because he is likely also to be proud of you. That's a key make him proud of you. Read, keep up with current events and maintain a sense of humor. He loves to see you laugh, as long as you are laughing with and not at him. The Leo man demands attention. He is fiery, romantic. He can be an easy victim of the green- eyed monster, too. Very jealous, offended, aloof - if he feels you regard him as anything less than the center of your universe. It's not easy. It's quite a job, handling the Leo man! The Leo man likes the theater but dislikes theatrics. The Leo male admires beauty but not the obvious kind; he prefers the subtle. He is repelled by women who use too much makeup by women who cry openly (it's much more effective to utilize a dramatic sob) by women who laugh too loud (better to squeeze his hand and smile in appreciation) and most important by women who steal the spotlight. He believes in equal rights for men and women, but expects you to accept the concept that he is just a little superior. He's affectionate and lovable-and he can be yours if you utilize loads of flattery and hat your eyelashes when he turns those magnetic eyes on you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are pursuing a Leo woman, compliment her tell her she's beautiful and she will be. She has a flair for the dramatic. Let her have the spotlight: but also realize you will have to be unusual so don't tell all you know. Maintain an air of mystery. She loves to hear about herself, read her palm and check her horoscope. She demands that you be aware of her. A touch, a gesture, a secret signal something special - that's the way to woo and win the Leo lady. Your own manner should he regal. She wants to be with someone who is admired by others. In more intimate Moments, she admires tenderness, a caress; this is what she prefers to any heavy- handed overtures.  She is sexy but she wants you to want her for more than physical reasons. She values herself She doesn't give herself away. That is, you must court her; thoughtful gifts mean more to her than the expensive variety. Plainly, romance is part of her life. She is romantic and needs to be needed. She is likely to be attractive, and she expects to be jealous of you, but doesn't want to be reprimanded for her own flirtatiousness. Make yourself a fascinating challenge. Involvement with a Leo woman can be fatiguing, but you will learn about life and living and love. Her nature is fiery; she is passionate, giving and generous. If you win her, the prize will be a great one. She is stubborn, but she is usually trying to work out what is best for you. Recognize her good qualities, which are numerous, in being amorous, avoid being coarse. Sex, for the Leo lady, is just one part of love. It is the rhythm of life but to be a part of her life you must first earn her admiration. She abhors the humdrum, routine, and stupid. She revels in the creative, in excitement, could be an addict of the theater and she will share the spotlight if she feels you really have something others would admire. She's unusual, complicated, and opinionated but she can be one of the most beautiful experiences in your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-7470219711427606284?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7470219711427606284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/leo-and-leo-compatibility-with-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7470219711427606284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7470219711427606284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/leo-and-leo-compatibility-with-another.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3556774450427226317</id><published>2010-04-08T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:31:01.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently loving the life that I'm living now :)&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I've decided to blog today since I've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Today, for the first time, didn't study anything in class since all the teachers are absent. In the morning, my class need to be the "observer" or something like that for class 204. After that, free period all the way until school ends. Malay oral was postponed, AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, thank you for giving me such wonderful people. They have never failed to brighten up my day, and support me. I wish I can tell them how much they mean to me. I dedicate this message to my best girls (you know who you are), friends &amp;amp; classmates :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;Life always lead me back to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;Since the first day, he's the only one who'd make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;me feel happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&amp;amp; that's what I love about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;I can't find a reason to not like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;I can't deny that I'm still in love with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;It has always been you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;No one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&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/2882356817264732566-3556774450427226317?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3556774450427226317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-is-getting-better-now-okay-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3556774450427226317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3556774450427226317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-is-getting-better-now-okay-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-4510858115810636806</id><published>2010-04-06T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:40:48.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e-learning today, which means no school. But tomorrow, back to school -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis &amp;amp; Vivo for double-date-but-turned-into-only-one-date with Shakinah, Achap &amp;amp; Syafiq. Everything was fine with boyf in the beginning, but turned upside down once we reached Bugis. Just to summarise up, today wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Sh[A]chap for ruining your day.&lt;em&gt;Takpe lah, krng lain hari boleh date lagi pe :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, waiting for "that" text message. Everything will change from tomorrow onwards, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-4510858115810636806?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4510858115810636806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-learning-today-which-means-no-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4510858115810636806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4510858115810636806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-learning-today-which-means-no-school.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-4529565898687565453</id><published>2010-03-27T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:37:49.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="470"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k1DRQcvXtY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k1DRQcvXtY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miley Cyrus; When I look at you; Live on American Idol :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-4529565898687565453?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4529565898687565453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/miley-cyrus-when-i-look-at-you-live-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4529565898687565453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4529565898687565453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/miley-cyrus-when-i-look-at-you-live-on.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-379953460666495218</id><published>2010-03-20T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:06:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The seven things I hate about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're vain, your games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You love me, You like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You make me laugh, You make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know which side to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your friends they're jerks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna be with the one I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't need you no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-379953460666495218?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/379953460666495218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/seven-things-i-hate-about-you-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/379953460666495218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/379953460666495218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/seven-things-i-hate-about-you-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3871398699943459777</id><published>2010-03-17T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:43:00.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nunu Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S6AyLWAefiI/AAAAAAAAAug/XWwLnJGeB8w/s1600-h/nununa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449410719585828386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S6AyLWAefiI/AAAAAAAAAug/XWwLnJGeB8w/s320/nununa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, NURUL AMANINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're 18, right? Hahahs! No matter how old you are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're still young on the inside :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chey, mcm paham gitu aku bobual :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May all your wishes come true and hope that you have a great time on this very day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semoga Allah panjangkan umur and dimurahkan rezeki.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay, happy &amp;amp; cheerful like you always do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Thanks for always being there for me and allow me to share my problems with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're like my sister already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you, sister :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nak present tak? Tunggu Hanna dapat gaji ehk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3871398699943459777?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3871398699943459777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-18th-birthday-nurul-amanina-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3871398699943459777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3871398699943459777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-18th-birthday-nurul-amanina-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S6AyLWAefiI/AAAAAAAAAug/XWwLnJGeB8w/s72-c/nununa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1295615153107193791</id><published>2010-03-17T09:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:49:39.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S6AuxXW9IwI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/I75LLHkBBA0/s1600-h/jemi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449406974737064706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S6AuxXW9IwI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/I75LLHkBBA0/s320/jemi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S6AuxKsATvI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZZ7BdokUW-Y/s1600-h/joe+and+demi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449406971335692018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S6AuxKsATvI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZZ7BdokUW-Y/s320/joe+and+demi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww~ They're so cute. But, I think it's a little too fast for them to make it so public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 9:28am. Woke up superr early, as I can't sleep. Going out to cut my hair later, and then to Grandma's house, since my other cousins are there. I don't feel like going for Malay remedial tomorrow. I don't feel like going anywhere. Sighs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want my &lt;em&gt;old life&lt;/em&gt; back. Not the life that I'm &lt;em&gt;currently&lt;/em&gt; living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;were you just kidding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we almost never speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't feel welcome anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause one second it was perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now your halfway out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1295615153107193791?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1295615153107193791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/awww-theyre-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5592956186086672721</id><published>2010-03-15T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:48:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to know should I fight for our love for this long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's getting harder to shield this pain in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5592956186086672721?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5592956186086672721/comments/default' title='Post 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would give up my free time just to entertain you, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm the one who would sacrifice my time with my friends just for you, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm the one who loves you, and accept you for who you are, no matter what bad things people say about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm the one who loves you for the sake of sincerity and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no one else, but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have you ever realise that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cross country was damn tiring, i tell you. planned with girlfriends that we'd walk together at the back. but then, things didn't turn out like the way we planned. deeyana ran off first, followed by me, raudhah then lastly shakinah. hahas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the whole even today wasn't that interesting, anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;currently, lots of things are in my mind. i have not slept in 3 days, only about 1 or 2 hours, then i'd stay awake till my alarm goes off. honestly speaking, i miss the times when i used to be in love with that particular boy, and no one else. sigh, times change, and so does people. it's sad that you gotta accept the fact that in life, things wouldn't turn out the way we want it to, but the way God wants it. but, you just have to keep believing and keep the faith strong, and who knows that the things that we always wished for really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all i need to do now is chill (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but unfortunately, i can't ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-7376189594792688329?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7376189594792688329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-8424459081050420138</id><published>2010-03-09T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:00:55.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all i'm asking for is for you to be honest with me, that's all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that too much to ask for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i even mean anything to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't understand it now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it you, or is it me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these tears mean nothing at all to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just for this once, i want to be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i just have a feeling, that's its coming to an end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm prepared for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8424459081050420138?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1975221732500099405?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1975221732500099405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-of-her-best-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1975221732500099405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1975221732500099405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-of-her-best-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa 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320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S5TqbZvCjJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4mKdBZlMIoA/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss having girl to girl convo with my lovely besties up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seriously, I'm sorry if I hadn't been spenting time with you lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ever since I'm with him, I swear, I have this guilty feeling as I have not been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;spending time with you guys that much. Especially, when we used to meet up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;every morning, or when we walk back home together. I'm not around you guys anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just to let you know, that whatever happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll still be there for you guys, and that I love you to the core!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I didn't sleep last night and I'm freaking tired right now, but I can't sleep :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, met up Bby in the morning, and went to school as per normal. Lessons are boring these few days, but what to do. Still need to concentrate for the coming exams. Leave school at about 6.45pm, after MCC. Now, at home alone since Ibu just went out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday, Grandma will be admitted to hospital to undergo an operation which will be on Thursday. I hope everything will go well. Prolly spending the weekends at the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8678645220635047312?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8678645220635047312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-having-girl-to-girl-convo-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8678645220635047312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8678645220635047312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-having-girl-to-girl-convo-with.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S5TqbZvCjJI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4mKdBZlMIoA/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3230254828545619900</id><published>2010-03-05T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:50:38.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shasha Loopy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S5D8B2XHAHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/2bIIunUMdYA/s1600-h/shana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445129058193440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S5D8B2XHAHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/2bIIunUMdYA/s320/shana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, NUR SHAKINAH BTE SUHAIMI:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semoga dipanjangkan umur, dan dimurahkan rezeki.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; cepat tinggi :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May all your wishes come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for being a wonderful/great BFF to me, for always being there for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making me smile and laugh at your silly jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been through a lot together, and we've made it this far together, with the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year would be our last year with each other, but it doesn't mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that our friendship would end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what, we'll be BFF for the rest of our life&lt;em&gt;, insyaallah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you, bestie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE 1 YEAR TO SH[A]CHAP, TOO:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats!&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3230254828545619900?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3230254828545619900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-16th-birthday-nur-shakinah-bte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3230254828545619900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3230254828545619900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-16th-birthday-nur-shakinah-bte.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S5D8B2XHAHI/AAAAAAAAAtw/2bIIunUMdYA/s72-c/shana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-8795303862883150758</id><published>2010-03-05T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:40:52.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, level camp is over. It was average, though. A lil' boring as we're stuck in the library from morning till evening. Yesterday's activity was the best. Everyone cried like hell, I swear. Hahahas! Today, camp ended at 9pm. Dinner at around 7pm, and went home with Bby after that. I didn't stay :) Anyways, I had a great time with lovely people around me, and especially with Bby.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have tons of homework to finish up :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8795303862883150758?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8795303862883150758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-level-camp-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8795303862883150758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8795303862883150758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-level-camp-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2604879545730236620</id><published>2010-02-27T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:51:44.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't want to talk about yesterday's performance cause it's a bad one, but at least you guys did laugh along with us right? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after performance, went to canteen and back to class for POA. After that, went back to the canteen, to watch the boys soccer match, but unfortunately it was postponed due to the heavy rain. I got asked by Sabrina yesterday. Her question was who would I choose between the Chinese one and the Malay one. My answer was, "I choose whoever that Deeyana approves of." Deeyana laughed real hard and then she went "Awwwww.." Btw, Dee chose the Malay one. I love you, Deeyana Binte Hashim!&lt;br /&gt; So, slacked around until about almost 6, then went home with Deeyana, Raudhah, Hafizah, Sabrina,Nadra and Diyanah. I want to thank Hafizah for letting me walk with him, even for awhile only (:&lt;br /&gt;Shakinah's birthday is next week. What should I get her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my friends think i'm fool to think that you're the one for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'm just a sucker for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people try to tell but i still refuse to listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause they didn't get to spend time with you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2604879545730236620?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2604879545730236620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-i-dont-want-to-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2604879545730236620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2604879545730236620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-i-dont-want-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-755736725754887380</id><published>2010-02-24T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:59:31.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, wassup :)&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay, but not great. I keep getting sick these days, cause I can't find my medicine anywhere. Weird, isn't it? I swear, it cost me almost $80, and I "lost" it. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, angry, dissappointed at myself. How can I be stupid? Haishh :(&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be patient. The time will come. It will.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Shakinah eating maggi just now, makes me crave for it. So, I'm gonna cook maggi for dinner. It's the only thing I can cook, since I'm alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;Need to study for SS test tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-755736725754887380?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/755736725754887380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-wassup-school-has-been-okay-but-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/755736725754887380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/755736725754887380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-wassup-school-has-been-okay-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3509898268654495573</id><published>2010-02-21T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:23:32.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you're not really happy with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, you said you're okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i know you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i didn't text you the way you wanted me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there's a reason to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the more i use those words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more i want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3509898268654495573?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3509898268654495573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-youre-not-really-happy-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3509898268654495573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3509898268654495573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-youre-not-really-happy-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-7893176510305708962</id><published>2010-02-20T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:55:58.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, it's the weekends! I'm not looking forward to school these days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was okay. School as per normal. I was planning to go home after remedial, but since I already promised someone that I'd watch him play his soccer match, I had to stay in school. Congrats, cause you did score :)&lt;em&gt; sukerlah tu, kalau orang puji :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watched the game with Raudhah and some random Sec 3 girl, while Deeyana was studying in the canteen. The table behind her was occupied with some Yishun Sec guys, and she felt awkward sitting there by herself. Hahaha, &lt;em&gt;sorry beb! &lt;/em&gt;Few minutes after the second half of the game started, decided to go home. Walked, talked and laughed to the MRT with Deeyana &amp;amp; Raudhah.&lt;br /&gt;Tons of chores that has to be done. Currently, doing the laundry now :( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss Shakinah sooooo badly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, she's coming back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I've been having this indifferent feeling whenever you're around or whenever I'm texting you. Worst still, when we're in the same place. I don't know whether it's good, or bad but it's bothering me. Is it me, or is it you? I swear, I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love Deeyana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love Shakinah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love Raudhah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; that's all I know.&lt;/span&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/2882356817264732566-7893176510305708962?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7893176510305708962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-its-weekends-im-not-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7893176510305708962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7893176510305708962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-its-weekends-im-not-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1710395888638794664</id><published>2010-02-16T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:25:20.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm boooorrrreeeddd. Woke up at 12pm, wash up, and ate maggi for breafkast+lunch. Stayed at home during the past weekend, yesterday and today. Break record already. Usually, I'm out and about during the weekends, but both my parents are working. Anyways, I "planned" to do my Malay homework, but I just found out that I've run out of foolscap papers. Stupid, right? Omg. I'm sooo lazy to do anything right now. Not really in the mood :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;glance at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laugh with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1710395888638794664?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1710395888638794664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-boooorrrreeeddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1710395888638794664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1710395888638794664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-boooorrrreeeddd.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3526876075073133812</id><published>2010-02-15T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:20:37.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you need someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the needs so strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they're gone you don't know how to go on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the world is stuck in the moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing still until they come back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You accept that they've got things to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes in the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing left for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If hurt is missing you &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've done too much of it lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't eat, I can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What else could it be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing you so deep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long as I'm where you're going to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd wait forever and a day for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wait up, wait up for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3526876075073133812?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3526876075073133812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-need-someone-when-needs-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3526876075073133812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3526876075073133812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-need-someone-when-needs-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2463533323388790405</id><published>2010-02-15T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:52:29.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Astrology Of Leo:&lt;br /&gt;Leos do not want to be like everybody else, and take a lot of pride in being who they are. They love attention and strive for recognition and praise of others. Most Leos have a very strong character and are very independent; this allows them to be great leaders. A Lion is a very proud creature and never wants to be left in the background, he always wants to shine and be appreciated by others. Generosity and warm heartedness are some of Leo’s best features, which are pretty easy go get if the big cat it is shown some love and loyalty. When it comes to family, Leos are usually very responsible and protective. They will try to provide the best they can to their loved ones, however in return they will expect love and loyalty. On the negative side, Leos can sometime be bossy and over-proud, which will stop them from seeing things as they are and stubbornly insist on their own point of view. To tackle this situation, all you have to do is show your Leo friend some respect (and maybe love) and his/her warm heart will melt and start thinking rationally once again. People under this zodiac are usually quite materialistic. They like to live big and spend a lot. However at the same time they can be quite hard working, but they must see the benefits of such hard work. Most Leos have big dreams, however those dreams are nothing unless there is someone who will appreciate it. Though on the outside Leo individual might look strong and self-confident, on the inside he/she very much depends on affirmation, love and recognition of others. Many Leos like to perceive the world as if it revolves around them, however they often fail to recognize that it isn’t so, and that sometimes they are not part of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to seduce Leo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh at their jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be fun and entertaining&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear expensive, branded items (huh?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be honest and respectful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you should not do, if you want a Leo person to like you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be disloyal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of Confidence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Criticize them- NEVER do this to a Leo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love traits:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passionate lover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very loyal, but also quite possessive. At times can be very jealous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Protective over their loved ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants to be the leader in relationships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves with full heart and very caring ( Awww..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knows how to make their second half feel special&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leos are never cheap :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sex habits&lt;br /&gt;With their natural charm Leos are really good in the free fuck department. They don’t even have to look that well. However, even when it gets to the bedroom level Leo will not let you down, because their fiery natures are just craving for some play and action. During the love making it is good to give the big cat a compliment, which will only stimulate them more. It is also a good idea to put a mirror or two, as it is a strong stimulus for Leos (and it is just fun in general, regardless of the zodiac sign). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their typical after-sex phrase is - "Wasn't I fantastic?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drinking style&lt;br /&gt;Leo likes to drink and dance - they're often fabulous dancers, and usually pretty good drinkers as well, losing their commanding dignity and turning kittenish. They generally know their limit, probably because they loathe losing self-control. When they get over-refreshed, expect flirting to ensue - and perhaps not with the one what brought them. But Leo's not the type to break rules even when drunk, so just try to ignore it (try harder, Cancer) and expect a sheepish (and hung over) Lion to make it up to you the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2463533323388790405?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2463533323388790405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/astrology-of-leo-leos-do-not-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2463533323388790405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2463533323388790405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/astrology-of-leo-leos-do-not-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-7579707898219106841</id><published>2010-02-12T19:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:36:35.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHYAANFNIAQ ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finally, it happened :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the morning, help out the CNY performers. Instructor didn't come, and I swear Deeyana was damn mad. Hahahas! Anyway, this year's CNY celebration is lil' boring. It's the same old thing we had last years. After school, thought oof going Mac, but it was damn packed. So , we went somewhere else. Lots of things happened today. But it was gooooodd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been waiting like forever for "that" to happen. I wasn't sad, though. I'm happy *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly speaking, I don't like your girlfriend. Hahs! But you're "in love" with her. So, whatever. I don't give a damn about it &lt;/em&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 days, no school :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a nice holiday &amp;amp; take care, Shakinah &amp;amp; Shafiqah (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoping that [S] will text me ♥&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/2882356817264732566-7579707898219106841?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7579707898219106841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-it-happened-d-im-proud-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7579707898219106841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7579707898219106841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-it-happened-d-im-proud-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3947467797500760160</id><published>2010-02-08T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:47:19.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ve moved on already'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S3AHpqwAR3I/AAAAAAAAAto/dhX_vGnxp0g/s1600-h/deenasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435853162667853682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S3AHpqwAR3I/AAAAAAAAAto/dhX_vGnxp0g/s320/deenasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; not forgetting, Raudhah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am sooo tireddd!&lt;br /&gt;Had MCC after school today. It was kinda fun :) After MCC, went Mac with Raudhah, while the others go to Banquet. Deeyana had to go off first, though. Went Grandma's house for a while to take some food, then home sweet home. It's sooo tiring. I can't wait for tomorrow's assembly. Hahahas! Tomorrow, I will probably be attending the CNY rehearsals. CNY performers please be in the hall by 2pm sharp. I want to talk to you guys first before the start of rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, congrats to the soccer boys for winning today's match :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aww.. bby scored (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3947467797500760160?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3947467797500760160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-sooo-tireddd-had-mcc-after-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3947467797500760160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate whatever feeling that i'm feeling right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i know it's not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything went perfectly, until..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-7177900941779443885?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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align="center"&gt;Miley Cyrus at the Grammy's (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S2bD1u3L0jI/AAAAAAAAAtg/6TgJPsj-GBM/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-2010-grammys-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433245328349057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S2bD1u3L0jI/AAAAAAAAAtg/6TgJPsj-GBM/s320/miley-cyrus-2010-grammys-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S2bD1Cn4jnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EoTQFZo6pOo/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-2010-grammys-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433245316473720434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S2bD1Cn4jnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EoTQFZo6pOo/s320/miley-cyrus-2010-grammys-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to blog -.-&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1061007090653994004?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1061007090653994004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/miley-cyrus-at-grammys-too-tired-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1061007090653994004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1061007090653994004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/02/miley-cyrus-at-grammys-too-tired-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/S2bD1u3L0jI/AAAAAAAAAtg/6TgJPsj-GBM/s72-c/miley-cyrus-2010-grammys-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2575817782270823773</id><published>2010-01-30T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:30:43.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flag Day with Shasha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flag day with Shakinah was AWESOME:D&lt;br /&gt;I really thought it was going to be a boring day, just asking for donations, but I was totally wrong. Met up with Shasha in the morning, then headed to school to collect the tins. Our first destination was Bishan. We got quite a huge some of money there. Bishan residents are all generous, that includes me :P&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time at Bishan, we Mrt-ed down to Yishun. Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Sanggup sia. &lt;/em&gt;It's so crowded there, but the people are stingy. We did get some money, but most of them didn't want to donate. Worst still, when I asked them nicely, they ignored me. But the funny thing was, we were not suppose to go in the shopping mall. Shasha, being the clever one, went to this person and asked him if he wanted to donate some money. When he turned to face her, he was actually the security guard. And because of that, we were told to leave the mall. Thanks, Shakinah -.-&lt;br /&gt;Mrt-ed back to AMK, went to eat and went back to school. Syafiq walked with us halfway, and he went somewhere else :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the both of us got our hearts broken a lot of times today. We got rejected :(&lt;br /&gt;But, it was a great experience, but really tiring. My leg hurts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakinah:&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to donate? .... Thank you, Thank you. May God bless you."&lt;br /&gt;=.='&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the donation tin, it says "CCWA" (:&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2575817782270823773?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2575817782270823773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/flag-day-with-shakinah-was-awesomed-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2575817782270823773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2575817782270823773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/flag-day-with-shakinah-was-awesomed-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-4331123929077578031</id><published>2010-01-29T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:05:18.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay today. The moment school ends, that's when the fun begins :)&lt;br /&gt;Nunu came down today, and it was a hell lot of fun! Slacked around with Raudhah, Shakinah, Deeyana, Rahmat, etc.. Too man people to be named. Watched a lil' bit of the soccer match between Whitley and, of course, Deyi. Hahaha! Okay, then talked nonsence all the way :)&lt;br /&gt;Flag day tomorrow. Meeting Shakinah in the morning. Should I go to Bishan or should I just stay at AMK? I don't know. I'm sooo tired to do flag day, but nevermind (:&lt;br /&gt;Going to shower now. I stink :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bby cute today. hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay whatever -.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you ever think of me, even if you love her? I really want to know.&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/2882356817264732566-4331123929077578031?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/4331123929077578031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-was-okay-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4331123929077578031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/4331123929077578031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-was-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5254225823997752666</id><published>2010-01-27T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:26:47.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been quite a great day. PE was freaking tiring that my legs are aching right now :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, slacked a bit in school, did some Social Studies work, then laughed all the way with whoever was at the canteen just now. Met James at Junction 8, and walked back home. Thanks James, for accompanying me and yeah, great hairstyle. Btw, about that tattoo you just got, I still want to know who you're actually referring to :P&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of homework to complete, and have yet to submit my POA homework. Yikes. Will be studying the whole night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like laughing right now, but I'm just too tired to laugh. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to this Saturday's flag day. I don't feel like going. I can't believe this, but I can't wait for remedials to start next week. Seriously, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5254225823997752666?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5254225823997752666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-has-been-quite-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5254225823997752666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5254225823997752666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-has-been-quite-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3343839121699904305</id><published>2010-01-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:42:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm a girl trying to hide my tears. I'm a friend trying to fake a smile. I'm a sister who wants to help. I'm a daughter trying to change the world. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm the ex trying not to care&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just the girl who's trying to live her life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not suppose to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3343839121699904305?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3343839121699904305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-girl-trying-to-hide-my-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3343839121699904305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3343839121699904305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-girl-trying-to-hide-my-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-413249817005398404</id><published>2010-01-20T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:43:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mohammad Amirul Bin Ahmad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1990-2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna miss you, Abang :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May he rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay, I guess. But the only weird thing is that, why am I communicating that much with him? It's weird, but I'm cool with it. Anyway, nothing much happened today. Just feeling very (100x) tired. PE today was fun-ny! Hahas. Social Studies test was okay. Manage to complete everything :)&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Raudhah to finish her re-test after school today, then went back home. Suppeeerrrr tired, and I want to study. I'm so confused with myself these few days. I really want to hit my head real hard on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Probably meeting up with Lisa tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To "niduf",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's wrong for me to like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause my friends hate it when I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that I like you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're not a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everybody knows it, even me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I'm gonna regard as a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I'm not updating tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 2 months, Mat :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know you won't be reading this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but on this day, I want to remember all the memories we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;211109 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-413249817005398404?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/413249817005398404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/mohammad-amirul-bin-ahmad-1990-2010-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/413249817005398404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/413249817005398404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/mohammad-amirul-bin-ahmad-1990-2010-im.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-158178980402508816</id><published>2010-01-15T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:29:24.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, please give Amirul the strength to make it through. He's a strong guy, I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I can't visit you, I'll be there for you and I'll pray for you. But, please hold on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're like a brother, father and bestfriend to me, I can't bear to lose that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, stay strong, for me at least.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't think of anything else right now. I'm wondering, how am I going to face his family when I see them? But, the most important thing in my mind now is Amirul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I want to do now, is kill those Matreps. They hurt lots of people already. Me, Mat then now Amirul, who's fighting for his life. I hope that you guys enter jail and rot in there. You ruined everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss Mat :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though we're in two different world now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're still my Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanna Syg Mat (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;211109&lt;3&lt;/span&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/2882356817264732566-158178980402508816?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/158178980402508816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-god-please-give-amirul-strength-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/158178980402508816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/158178980402508816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-god-please-give-amirul-strength-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2441609099006382526</id><published>2010-01-15T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:46:18.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two different World Collide'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was given the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much that she couldn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she needed someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To show her who she could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she tried to survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing her heart on her sleeve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I needed you to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You had your dreams, I had mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You had your fears, I was fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It showed me what I couldn't find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When two different worlds collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she tried to survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living her life on her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always afraid of the throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you've given me strength to find hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was scared, unprepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lost in the dark, falling apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what happens when two worlds collide&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/2882356817264732566-2441609099006382526?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2441609099006382526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-was-given-world-so-much-that-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2441609099006382526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2441609099006382526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-was-given-world-so-much-that-she.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1807408278695352917</id><published>2010-01-13T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:57:23.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm posting a proper blog post (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, but then &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; just had to ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was GREAT today. Lots of unexpected things happened. Good ones, not-so-good ones. I don't know, but I felt like I'm being social today. Talked to some people which I never thought I will, and that's crazy, if you understand what I'm tryin to say. After school, slacked at canteen, went Mac and head home. I swear, it's NOT safe for me to go out of the house by myself. But in the situation that's currently happening, I don't care if anything happens to me, cause there's other important stuff that's in my head right now. &lt;em&gt;So, to the Matreps out there who's been trying so hard to find me, I surrender. Just do what you want :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil' note:&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, both the guy and the girl have their own rights. No point if the girl keep standing up for the guy, until she lose all her rights. Be with someone who's willing to share his/her love with you. The one that's worthy is the one who doesn't make you cry. You have to be prepared to handle all this if you want to be in a relationship. It's not fair if the guy keep controlling the girl, but then that guy can do whatever he wants, including texting he's ex-girlfriend. In times like this, the girl has to fight back. So, please. &lt;em&gt;She has cooperated with you, but why can't you? Think about it, okay? If not, I swear you're making a huge mistake, my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NIDUF&lt;/span&gt; (try guessing who i'm talking about :P )  :&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous of you. Why would I be? It has been two years, okay. I don't feel anything towards you anymore. So, no point in trying to make me jealous of "purposely" walking in front of me with your hands intertwined with her. I can't be bothered with it, and it's annoying =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1807408278695352917?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1807408278695352917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-im-posting-proper-blog-post-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1807408278695352917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1807408278695352917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-im-posting-proper-blog-post-im.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3201262136115510780</id><published>2010-01-12T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:27:45.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1095 days has passed (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku masih setia menunggu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;setia menanti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a title="Love Quotes" href="http://www.cherrybam.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/quotes-love/love109.png" border="0" /&gt;&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/2882356817264732566-3201262136115510780?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3201262136115510780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/1095-days-has-passed-ku-masih-setia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3201262136115510780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3201262136115510780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/1095-days-has-passed-ku-masih-setia.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1773376945863708141</id><published>2010-01-09T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:18:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjMwMzIxNDIyOTYmcHQ9MTI2MzAzMjE2MTI1MCZwPTE4MzkwMSZkPWNoZXJyeWJhbS5jb2*mZz*xJm89YjQ2YWY*NWIyZmJkNGQ*MTg5ZDgxZjQ3MmRhYzAyYWI=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Heartbreak Quotes" href="http://www.cherrybam.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z209/cherrbam/graphics/quotes-heartbreak/heartbreak016.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/2882356817264732566-1773376945863708141?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1773376945863708141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartbreak-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1773376945863708141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1773376945863708141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartbreak-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2211991248180978645</id><published>2010-01-06T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:06:54.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't face &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I do, it hurts. But I was just faking a smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you won't see the sadness in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if it makes you happy, then I'm okay with it, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's life anyway. Whatever happens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life still has to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it's killing you on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that in love, I have to accept the fact that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what makes the person I cared about happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;might on the other hand leave me lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I was ready to face all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I guess, everything was just happening too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, why does this always happen to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I fell for a guy, he's always falling for another girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever I'm falling for that guy and he's into me too, then later he has to leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After everything that has happened to for the past two months,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really smile that much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start to lock myself in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I stopped taking my medications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the use for me to continue eating my meds, if i'm still hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'll just leave everything to God and let Him decide.&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/2882356817264732566-2211991248180978645?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2211991248180978645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-face-you-thats-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2211991248180978645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2211991248180978645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-face-you-thats-all.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1547453651543147118</id><published>2010-01-04T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:28:53.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You really think I'm using you, huh? All this while, everything was alright between us. You know me very well. You know that I've never done anything bad to you or your brother. I've never had any of that kind of intentions towards you. You have been there for me. Why would you think that I'm using you? And worst still, you believe them. The ones that almost killed me. I know you're confused right now, and I don't blame you for that. There's a lot that already happened in your life. But still, it's unreasonable for you to be thinking that way. Amirul, you're 19. I'm sure you know how to differeniate which is right, and which is wrong. You know me well, and you know that I wouldn't and would NEVER use you. Think for yourself. About that argument earlier, I don't blame you for that. But I blame those who pretended to be my bestfriend. I just hope that you think carefully about what I said. I don't want to fight with you, cause I know, you mean something to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1547453651543147118?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1547453651543147118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-really-think-im-using-you-huh-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1547453651543147118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1547453651543147118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-really-think-im-using-you-huh-all.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-7290902585381225794</id><published>2010-01-04T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:11:45.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you have a great life ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying inside but I won't cry for help for I know you won't be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all this time you didn't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-7290902585381225794?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/7290902585381225794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7290902585381225794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/7290902585381225794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-6673015766519404464</id><published>2009-12-31T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:16:59.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley&apos;s first appearance on TV'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_B6rMuG7y0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_B6rMuG7y0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awwwwww.. So cute :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-6673015766519404464?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6673015766519404464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/awwwwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6673015766519404464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6673015766519404464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/awwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-807332564697638937</id><published>2009-12-30T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:38:43.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Deeyana, Shakinah &amp;amp; all other girls who's going through a hard time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Of course, you're going to get your heart broken. And it isn't just going to happen once, but a lot. That's just part of growing up, and it makes you stronger. Then you can handle it better next time. You may not get through it yourself, but your friends will help you through it. And you'll be a stronger person because of it. Then one day someone will come along, and it'll all pay off and no one will ever break your heart again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So cheer up, and keep thinking positive. There are better things that awaits us in the future :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-807332564697638937?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/807332564697638937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-deeyana-shakinah-all-other-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/807332564697638937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/807332564697638937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-deeyana-shakinah-all-other-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3762147210397841320</id><published>2009-12-23T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:03:40.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Letting go, even if it hurts, doesn't mean you have to let go of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You just have to let go of the person and your feelings for her/him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But the memories will always be there whether it's good or bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because everytime you remember those memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it will always put a smile into your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And be glad that once in your life this person made you happy and put colors into your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even if it's just for a while."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3762147210397841320?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3762147210397841320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go-even-if-it-hurts-doesnt-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3762147210397841320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3762147210397841320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go-even-if-it-hurts-doesnt-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5666027528835214574</id><published>2009-12-22T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:03:48.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brittany Murphy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SzAy3m3gzVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hIOM-QYr3D4/s1600-h/murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417886282634284370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SzAy3m3gzVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hIOM-QYr3D4/s320/murphy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Everybody has difficult years, but a lot of times the difficult years end up being the greatest years of your whole entire life, if you survive them." -Brittany Murphy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1977-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVK9o1lWhNY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVK9o1lWhNY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brittany Murphy- Faster Kill Pussycat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5666027528835214574?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5666027528835214574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/everybody-has-difficult-years-but-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5666027528835214574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5666027528835214574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/everybody-has-difficult-years-but-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa 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anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's like you're hurting me more, when i've been hurt enough.&lt;/span&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/2882356817264732566-5330663652758208563?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5330663652758208563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5330663652758208563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8626733326735461050?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8626733326735461050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8626733326735461050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8626733326735461050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa 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holding my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding my hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and touching my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just you and me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in this peaceful place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this peaceful place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pristine river flows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the unicorns run,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a breeze always blows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A breeze always blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sings of a song;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our love in a place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where you're never gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where you're never gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is as it would seem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from dusk until dawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever I day dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And whenever I day dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and day dream I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my secret garden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I day dream of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i'm gonna call that day dream, a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2928032503434057954?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2928032503434057954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/whenever-i-day-dream-and-day-dream-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2928032503434057954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2928032503434057954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/whenever-i-day-dream-and-day-dream-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5548462943920927523</id><published>2009-12-18T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:39:37.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SytpQPE5zsI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4_a7k1Tv6Fg/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416538704489074370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SytpQPE5zsI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4_a7k1Tv6Fg/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss these three girls above (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just realise something in the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deeyana, me &amp;amp; Shakinah have a black rubber bandn on our wrist each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm just being random =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Nurul Amanina Binte Aziz &lt;/em&gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5548462943920927523?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5548462943920927523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-these-three-girls-above-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5548462943920927523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5548462943920927523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-these-three-girls-above-just.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SytpQPE5zsI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4_a7k1Tv6Fg/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-8556374554413059566</id><published>2009-12-17T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:33:28.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m sorry.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rahmatullah Bin Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;11 August 1993-17 December 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You had to bear with all my crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You keep on loving me, even though you know that my heart's not with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me laugh, smile, cry, angry and all other emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You saved me when I'm in danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You find cure for me when I'm in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd wipe my tears away for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got your heart broken plenty of times, because of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I've been bruised and slashed at the back when I'm with you, I know you'd keep me safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm with the bad guys, I knew you'd come and save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I was right. You did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sacrificed a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, me being the ungrateful one, still didn't thank God for sending a great/wonderful guy to me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now that you're gone, I realise there's no use for me to regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had my chance, but I blew it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all my tears streaming down my face now, I know you'd never come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no one to wipe away these tears for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I'm not in love with you, we definitely connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for all the wrong things I had done to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for not being the person you wanted me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for not loving you the way you wanted me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never be forgotten. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe, Allah loves you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-8556374554413059566?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/8556374554413059566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/rahmatullah-bin-ahmad-11-august-1993-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8556374554413059566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/8556374554413059566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/rahmatullah-bin-ahmad-11-august-1993-17.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-9035146664915853095</id><published>2009-12-14T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:23:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, and I'm so lazy to blog. Probably will be closing my blog soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still haven't purchase my school books yet. So I just found out that next year Sec 4 NA will be splitting into three classes. 403, 404 &amp;amp; 405. I still want to remain in 403. There's so many memories there :(&lt;br /&gt;Time is fast. Say hello to 2010. My New Year resolutions will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concentrate on my studies/ Study harder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to forget that someone, which I've been tryin for the past years =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decrease my sleeping time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can manage? I hope so. That's why it's called Resolutions. I can't wait for school to open. But then again, I haven't even touch my holiday assignments. Aiyooooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so confused with you.&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/2882356817264732566-9035146664915853095?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/9035146664915853095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-tired-and-im-so-lazy-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/9035146664915853095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/9035146664915853095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-tired-and-im-so-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-57480108945685108</id><published>2009-12-10T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:08:05.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you look inside a girl, you would see how much she really cries. You would find so many secrets and lots of lies. But what'll you see the most is how hard it is to stay strong when nothing is right and everything is wrong."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-57480108945685108?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/57480108945685108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-look-inside-girl-you-would-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/57480108945685108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/57480108945685108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-look-inside-girl-you-would-see.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-6179258743615591500</id><published>2009-12-08T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:28:41.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sx3GfDJfTXI/AAAAAAAAAsw/8SH-T08nOBQ/s1600-h/Th+last+song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412700563892555122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sx3GfDJfTXI/AAAAAAAAAsw/8SH-T08nOBQ/s320/Th+last+song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Official Last Song's Poster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sx3GeptZb2I/AAAAAAAAAso/rhaXcYHYyrc/s1600-h/Miley+meets+the+queen.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412700557063843682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sx3GeptZb2I/AAAAAAAAAso/rhaXcYHYyrc/s320/Miley+meets+the+queen.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miley meets the Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-6179258743615591500?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6179258743615591500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/official-last-songs-poster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6179258743615591500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6179258743615591500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/official-last-songs-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sx3GfDJfTXI/AAAAAAAAAsw/8SH-T08nOBQ/s72-c/Th+last+song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5646307050666158505</id><published>2009-12-07T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:59:41.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing make sense anymore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go to Deeyana's blog and look at our Primary school picture. Try to find me &amp;amp; her. Trust me, it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deeyana, I'm promoting your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;ASYRAF ISKANDAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally, you've turned 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Semoga panjang umur dan dimurahkan rezeki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks for helping me for the past few months :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Help me again, okay? You promised to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stay happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5646307050666158505?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5646307050666158505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-to-deeyanas-blog-and-look-at-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5646307050666158505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5646307050666158505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-to-deeyanas-blog-and-look-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1501809622207745666</id><published>2009-12-06T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:54:12.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who I am'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want someone to love me, for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want someone to need me, is that so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm shaking of all the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You break my heart once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm frightened that I couldn't be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-1501809622207745666?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1501809622207745666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-someone-to-love-me-for-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1501809622207745666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1501809622207745666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-someone-to-love-me-for-who-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2645905005629416257</id><published>2009-12-04T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:01:59.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sxjr-ZarQLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jwNb_NZpdyQ/s1600-h/Neoprint"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411334409492840626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sxjr-ZarQLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jwNb_NZpdyQ/s320/Neoprint" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever wonder why we have to live in this world when we're always feeling down most of time? Why you frown more than you smile? Why you cry more than you laugh? When you feel like it's already the end but actually it's just a start of something new? Challenges come without inviting. That's why we always have to be prepared for the worse. And sometimes I wonder than sometimes there's no point in thinking positive, cause when we're already positive about something, it wouldn't happen the way we want it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss seeing everyone in school uniform :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2645905005629416257?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2645905005629416257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-ever-wonder-why-we-have-to-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2645905005629416257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2645905005629416257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-ever-wonder-why-we-have-to-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sxjr-ZarQLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jwNb_NZpdyQ/s72-c/Neoprint' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3313508859191796433</id><published>2009-12-01T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:03:24.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKCYD8YFEc8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKCYD8YFEc8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We Belong to Music - Timbaland ft. Miley Cyrus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-3313508859191796433?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3313508859191796433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-belong-to-music-timbaland-ft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3313508859191796433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3313508859191796433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-belong-to-music-timbaland-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SWEET NIBBLETS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWWcZE2CPRY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWWcZE2CPRY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SAY WHAT?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-363667775377589858</id><published>2009-11-28T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:33:49.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SxCnsjDislI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZIgawrckiOU/s1600/miley+pouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409007536238146130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SxCnsjDislI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZIgawrckiOU/s320/miley+pouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It hurts being with someone you don't love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it hurts more waiting for that person you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-363667775377589858?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/363667775377589858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-hurts-being-with-someone-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/363667775377589858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/363667775377589858'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sw0UQTsW11I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/KchPdmYWBn4/s1600/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408000997938616146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sw0UQTsW11I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/KchPdmYWBn4/s320/heartbroken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is this girl. She used to have a crush on this boy. But not anymore. She dosen't have a crush on him anymore because she already fell in love with him. She waited for him, but he never come. She cried almost every night, wondering if she could have a chance to be with him. He meant everything to her. Every second, minute, hour, day,month and year, he is all she thinks about. Nothing else. It's really saddening when he knows that she likes him, but he somehow ignore her. She got her heart broken couple of times, and she's still enduring the pain till now. She felt horrible, cause she adore someone who ignore her, but ignore those who adore her. She loved him so much that she ignore those wonderful guys who wanted her. Then one day, she gave up. She know she would never be with the guy that she really loves, so she gave him up. She got together with another guy, who really loves her and understands her. Though she's with another guy, she never forget and still loves the first guy. Because she knows that she would never get over him. Till now, she's still hoping for that ignorant guy, even after all the heartache she felt. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All she want from him now is him telling her himself that he doesn't feel the same way for her.&lt;/span&gt; That's all she asks for, so that she can be happy with the guy she's with now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The story above is EXACTLY the story of my life right now. It's really so complicated right now. In times like this, I want to thank my Girls - Deeyana, Raudhah, Shakinah - for giving me advices and helping me through, even if you girls are each having a difficult time yourself. Not forgetting Abang Mirul and Mat♥ for protecting me. Reihana, you always turn my frown upside down by cracking me up with your jokes. And Huda, for always reminding me of the old times that we share when were younger last time (Btw, All The Best for your PSLE results tomorrow. I know you can do it!). Thank you so much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow will be my busy day. Probably staying at Granda's place the whole day to help her out for this Friday's Hari Raya Haji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"You can love more than one your life, but there is only one love of your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Miley Cyrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-6200948430126993514?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/6200948430126993514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6200948430126993514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/6200948430126993514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-this-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/Sw0UQTsW11I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/KchPdmYWBn4/s72-c/heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5520097092224215911</id><published>2009-11-24T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:15:27.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwtBdtqh1eI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CpESv_ooXGA/s1600/beyonce+miley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407487756318397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwtBdtqh1eI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CpESv_ooXGA/s320/beyonce+miley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miley say's that she hope to be like Beyonce in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I say I hope to be like Deeyana in the future.&lt;br /&gt;How does that sounds?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: i miss my bestie(s) :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5520097092224215911?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5520097092224215911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/miley-says-that-she-hope-to-be-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5520097092224215911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5520097092224215911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/miley-says-that-she-hope-to-be-like.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwtBdtqh1eI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CpESv_ooXGA/s72-c/beyonce+miley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-5467465611570794558</id><published>2009-11-23T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:43:53.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Miley'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwpmQTtoZjI/AAAAAAAAArw/xc_lt6aCw9s/s1600/Miley+Cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407246732967306802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwpmQTtoZjI/AAAAAAAAArw/xc_lt6aCw9s/s320/Miley+Cyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MILEY RAY CYRUS&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;231109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, she's turned 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-5467465611570794558?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/5467465611570794558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-17th-birthday-to-miley-ray-cyrus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5467465611570794558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/5467465611570794558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-17th-birthday-to-miley-ray-cyrus.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwpmQTtoZjI/AAAAAAAAArw/xc_lt6aCw9s/s72-c/Miley+Cyrus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-1169940510876433335</id><published>2009-11-20T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:11:20.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simply just can&apos;t let go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The saddest thing is when you're feeling &lt;em&gt;really down&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;you look around and realise that there's &lt;em&gt;no shouder&lt;/em&gt; for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;to &lt;em&gt;cry on&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sometimes it's better to &lt;em&gt;let all your tears down&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;rather than to &lt;em&gt;keep everything inside&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&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/2882356817264732566-1169940510876433335?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/1169940510876433335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/saddest-thing-is-when-youre-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1169940510876433335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/1169940510876433335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/saddest-thing-is-when-youre-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-2345006134629419334</id><published>2009-11-18T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:52:32.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Song'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ-OidJnnUc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJ-OidJnnUc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The official movie trailer for The Last Song:) Yeah, Miley's in it. Prolly will be releasng around April/May next year. Yeah, still a long time to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882356817264732566-2345006134629419334?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/2345006134629419334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/official-movie-trailer-for-last-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2345006134629419334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/2345006134629419334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/official-movie-trailer-for-last-song.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882356817264732566.post-3268338698980885665</id><published>2009-11-17T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:00:27.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwJ_TlpK9-I/AAAAAAAAArI/cDD-hCy6Jsw/s1600/nick+jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405022477297055714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwJ_TlpK9-I/AAAAAAAAArI/cDD-hCy6Jsw/s320/nick+jonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick's upcoming single - Who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming from his upcoming solo album :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;studied the whole night last night for my paper today. after that, talked on the phone with raudhah around 12+ am, then went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have to be in school by 0645am, but woke up late. anyways, performance today was GREAT. but unfortunately, i keep wanting to fall on stage. my hands were shaking. other than that, everything went on smoothly. after that, all performers were supposed to go back to the hall for photo taking. i felt like a celebrity at that point of time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, had my re-test after that and it was a lil' difficult. the middle of the paper, i shed a few tears cause i suddenly lose my confidence :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, meeting up with clique tomorrow for our movie date. &lt;em&gt;aku harap dyr ikut lah !&lt;/em&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/2882356817264732566-3268338698980885665?l=oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/feeds/3268338698980885665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicks-upcoming-single-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3268338698980885665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882356817264732566/posts/default/3268338698980885665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-hannasaywhat.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicks-upcoming-single-who-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hAnNa luhh..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371602185275422940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SDZZfHCfkZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2L9PuolU7o4/S220/1_666851832l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_edBCgIsO_do/SwJ_TlpK9-I/AAAAAAAAArI/cDD-hCy6Jsw/s72-c/nick+jonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
