<?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-4384181946035241493</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:36.750-07:00</updated><category term='marit larsen'/><category term='asian idol'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>*~Astrophel~*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-3431148071929073766</id><published>2009-03-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:05:47.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAha. wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;ok. can u guys read this? i dunno for some reason all my past posts have been super tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz. sec4 is a whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;every other second i am agonized by the sheer memory that im sitting for O levels THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;waah. i can type soo fast on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;komputer riba. haha. love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;i wana keep it foreva. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. all this time and not a single post??&lt;br /&gt;wht to do? my fingers r always busy typing out instant messages or writing notes or doing homeowork. but mostly it's IM-ing. ehehe. =__=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? even now i cant concentrate. wehh )'=&lt;br /&gt;wooh. Az will be gone the rest of the week. exams. sadd. now i got no fwen to merepek2 with until 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;well actually there's still Ria. yeah. i'll bug her =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG HOUSE IS BACK!! SEASON 5!!&lt;br /&gt;oh DAMN i waited like half a year for it! HALF A YEAR! u know how long that is? it's like a few seconds short of  forever!! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugh. u ROCK. u're hottt and cute and soo talented omg. haha =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-3431148071929073766?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/3431148071929073766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=3431148071929073766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3431148071929073766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3431148071929073766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6443398827255568046</id><published>2009-02-07T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:30:56.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like, yea.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i'm just sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo much to dew. sooo busy. sooooo little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sobsobsob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally around this time i'd launch into how i'm&lt;strikethrough&gt; [soo omg]&lt;/strikethrough&gt; secFOAR already.&lt;br /&gt;but really, it's not very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;what's amusing is, though, how this much workload can actually be LEGAL.&lt;br /&gt;oh, dang.&lt;br /&gt;FiqhTauhidBioMalayEngArabEMath&lt;br /&gt;*groaann*&lt;br /&gt;dropdeadexhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6443398827255568046?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6443398827255568046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6443398827255568046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6443398827255568046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6443398827255568046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-4388563699353137412</id><published>2008-11-12T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:43:59.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi guys! today, i'm gonna answer this survey in alien talk as a tribute to the book i just finished XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Last night, did u go to sleep happily?`&lt;br /&gt; no. =( blaaty nightmares. wary scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)When was the last time you changed clothes in front of someone?&lt;br /&gt;`in front of my podmates in the school toilet back when i still, like, DID do p.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;` nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;` 'twas okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was the highlight of today?&lt;br /&gt;` pizza. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;` when i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What happened at 3:00am today?&lt;br /&gt;` how should i blaaty know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When was the last time you took a picture with your number 1 friend?&lt;br /&gt;` podmates don't like taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;` maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do they know who they are?&lt;br /&gt;` they dunnoe whafa hit them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;` umm, seaweed? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;` few days ago. don't really rememory it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Have you ever collapsed on the bathroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;` naw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have a good relationship with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;` yeah, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) When was the last time you bought something?&lt;br /&gt;`just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Have you ever told someone you love them?&lt;br /&gt;` blaaty yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you continue fighting in an argument even though you know you're wrong?&lt;br /&gt;` i guess it, like, depends, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Where are you ytd?&lt;br /&gt;` like, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Is there anyone that calls you baby?&lt;br /&gt;` har har har har har no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) In the next 2 months what are you looking forward to the most?&lt;br /&gt;` starting the new school year? but, like, i guess that's not something whafa normally look forward to, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Why?&lt;br /&gt;` i don't blaaty know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Who did you last called?&lt;br /&gt;` i don't.. know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;` not much, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) When and where was the last timeyou partied?&lt;br /&gt;` =_= not really my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Have you ever sat and waited for someone to come online?&lt;br /&gt;` for, like, projects? ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?&lt;br /&gt;` don't rememory that, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Did you tell someone something today?&lt;br /&gt;` that's kinda like, general, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you like make-up?&lt;br /&gt;` yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you like dressing up?&lt;br /&gt;` duh? hence the make-up? hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Have you ever considered a sex change?&lt;br /&gt;` full-frontal crazy much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) What will you buy next?&lt;br /&gt;` i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Have any crazy family members?&lt;br /&gt;` no no, they're all sane thank you very much. (except maybe my brother HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;` YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What's on your mind right now&lt;br /&gt;`????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) What are you wearing&lt;br /&gt;` silver helmet and a silk robe with lots of frills and bunny ears. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Any plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;` no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) What's the connection between you and the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;` mom=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) What's your favorite Gatorade flavor?&lt;br /&gt;` whafa gatorade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;` my exam results! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What's beside you right now?&lt;br /&gt;` na~ni~mo~nai desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Where do you want to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;` right here is fine X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50)what is it that you find so hard to forget?&lt;br /&gt;` syafiqaaaaaaaah! haha! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-4388563699353137412?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/4388563699353137412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=4388563699353137412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4388563699353137412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4388563699353137412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-guys-today-im-gonna-answer-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-7249254905151118422</id><published>2008-11-06T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:05:27.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the coolest things just happened. (if you could call it that)&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, me and my bro were having dinner a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i was using spoon and fork, due to this freshly-cooked scalding-hot egg on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;so then my stickboy of a brother took a drink carton from the fridge, and asked me to open the straw's plastic wrapping. since his hand was dirty.&lt;br /&gt;so, just to fool with him, i took the straw off the carton but didn't take it out.&lt;br /&gt;so he was like"take it out, silly!"&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, "ohhohoo you called me silly i'm not opening it for you"&lt;br /&gt;then he started kicking the table.&lt;br /&gt;"ohoho i'm not gonna open it even more"&lt;br /&gt;then he started screaming, super high pitch, one of those sounds that'll give you permanent ear damage if you listen too long.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to shout louder than him, waay louder, to get through his not-fully-developed-yet-i-guess skull.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SHUUT UUUUUUUPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and he stopped immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought, "cooool" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but then my Grandma, all the way in her room heard.&lt;br /&gt;so did a few neighours, i think.&lt;br /&gt;it *was* the loudest i could manage, after all. for a moment there i thought i was gonna permanently rip up my vocal cords.&lt;br /&gt;i guess not. haha XP *whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo anniieeewayy,&lt;br /&gt;i'm, like, really sad, cuz two teachers are leaving (in fact, have left) us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to another phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. got you in a bit of suspense there huh? heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, GYAAA GEO WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS??&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it's superduper suckish.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it even got me thinking, "it can't get worse from here, can it?"&lt;br /&gt;i have a hunch that it can, but i reeeeaallyy hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee, these past few days were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, anime after anime after anime after anime!&lt;br /&gt;i ACTUALLY finished TWO anime series DURING the exams. i can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elfen Lied&lt;/span&gt;, which had 13 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/6/f_Nyuum_28d9e1f.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img02" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img02.picoodle.com/img/img02/3/11/6/t_Nyuum_28d9e1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and Special A&lt;/span&gt;, which had 24 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/3/11/6/f_SpecialAm_d73134f.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img29.picoodle.com/img/img29/3/11/6/t_SpecialAm_d73134f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totall would be (13 +24) x 25 = 925 mins = 15.42 hours of anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwaah! awesomeness! those two animes were EPIC!&lt;br /&gt;well, Elfen Lied was, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Special A's awesome too actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm currently watching  about 6 animes at  the same time.&lt;br /&gt;wow, that's gotta be a record.&lt;br /&gt;this includes: Rosario+Vampire, Kannagi, Chocolate UnderGround, Bleach, &lt;em&gt;Junjou Romantica&lt;/em&gt;, and Zombie Loan.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i've got lotsa time on my hands now that exams are over. why not eh?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah i know, why not go to the library? it's waaay more beneficial, and it'll get my bum off my seat once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, well, i guess i could. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. time to watch bleach. bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaffie&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-7249254905151118422?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/7249254905151118422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=7249254905151118422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7249254905151118422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7249254905151118422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-coolest-things-just-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-4689332951016022877</id><published>2008-10-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:18:24.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nee!!&lt;br /&gt;why's everyone suddenly acting wierdly?&lt;br /&gt;suddenly my own friends are acting like they don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;why? ? ? ? ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it just me or was Asmaa avoiding me again?&lt;br /&gt;it was like she was doing everything to get away from me.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't even smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe cuz i didn't smile at her first, but why do I always have to be the first to smile.&lt;br /&gt;she's already breaking her promise to "try and smile more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's up with Farah? she gets all defensive at the slightest irk.&lt;br /&gt;and recently it's been like, "oh, i can't live without asmaa, i don't care about anyone else."&lt;br /&gt;i mean, sure, i hang out with Ria alot now, mostly because i'm sitting next to her.&lt;br /&gt;even so, she kinda forgets about me with Farah around.&lt;br /&gt;then again, Farah forgets about me when asmaa is around.&lt;br /&gt;and asmaa, she doesn't need anyone to forget about me. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like i don't forget any of them.&lt;br /&gt;it's just, all of that wierd behaviour's been really weighing down on me lately.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's gotten worse, or i'm just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, i'd love to say that i'm just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Saffie, she's neutral most of the time, but seems more comfortable with Asmaa.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- smay's more loved than she thinks she is.&lt;br /&gt;and me? i'm just a banana peel tossed aside only to trip someone seconds after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like i don't have any other friends.&lt;br /&gt;like Dal, but she's got her own clique.&lt;br /&gt;so does Amy.&lt;br /&gt;TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess the main question now is what am i doing wrong? is God mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;it's really difficult. it's REALLY difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today's probably the last day i'll see Cher Sarinah for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;it's sad, really sad.&lt;br /&gt;oh cher, i'll really miss you. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//X_X\\&lt;br /&gt;~zaf~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-4689332951016022877?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/4689332951016022877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=4689332951016022877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4689332951016022877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4689332951016022877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/10/nee-whys-everyone-suddenly-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6655668224380887118</id><published>2008-10-14T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:43:58.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;kay, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;am taking a break from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my nose still kinda hurts&lt;/span&gt; from all the sneezing and blowing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt; of u might've noticed the sneezing today. har har.&lt;br /&gt;andd... today's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TUESDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, obviously, took the nap as soon as i got home, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TUESDAY = NAP DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not right, fellow maarifians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;crickets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, owkay then. so exams start, like, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm not sure if i should panic&lt;/span&gt;. it keeps coming and going, coming and going.&lt;br /&gt;cuz, seriously, there isn't very much to study.&lt;br /&gt;(what the tooot?!?! u say. is this girl crazy??)&lt;br /&gt;hmph. i guess. kay? &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt; gonna go back to studying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;^^)&gt;&lt;(^^)&gt;&lt;(^^&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;dew thuh dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 zaffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6655668224380887118?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6655668224380887118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6655668224380887118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6655668224380887118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6655668224380887118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/10/kay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-3060051275731206812</id><published>2008-10-01T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:58:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rayarayarayaraya</title><content type='html'>i think,&lt;br /&gt;a whole night of nothing but 45 minutes of sleep is finally taking it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;at first i felt terribly lightheaded, like my head was replaced with an air-filled (not helium!) balloon.&lt;br /&gt;it was like my head would fly right off my shoulders at the slightest turn.&lt;br /&gt;and then it was a few hours of hyper-activeness, and high speed (nonsensical) chatter.&lt;br /&gt;and finally what i'm feeling now, slightly heavy with a tendency to fall asleep if i stay still for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now u ask, why the toot did i stay up all night last night?&lt;br /&gt;two words. sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: don't EVA eat chocolates/drink tea/ both before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i was wide awake all night, blinking dumbly at the dark.&lt;br /&gt;man, i shoulda dragged my blanket to the living room and watched TV or something.&lt;br /&gt;and then, i was sneezing my face off half the night.&lt;br /&gt;and my room light went on and off, on and off.&lt;br /&gt;until subuh the next morning when i went to the kitchen where my grandma was cooking she asked me, "Firah takle tido eh?"&lt;br /&gt;i was like "uhhhh.... uhh....  *nods*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i continued my futile efforts to sleep till about 8 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;i tried lots of things, warm milk, honey, warm bath.&lt;br /&gt;nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i gave up, knowing my body would, at one moment, wear itself out and i'll finally faint of exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;oh, that sounded gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a very confusing situation to be in, with your body limp and weighing you  down, your bones heavy in their muscel casing, whilst your nervous system refuses to accept the fact that it's BEDTIME, DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;sending buzzing impulses to your fingers and toes every few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;what dismayed me most was how distorted my face was, deprived of the 8 essential hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my eyebags like mini-cushions, ultimately shrinking my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;finally around 9 am, i folded my arms before me on the computer table and slept like how i'd sleep in class when teacher's not around.&lt;br /&gt;oh, that 45 minutes was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next appointment with unconsciousness came with the 3rd house of the day, my other grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;curled up on my aunt's bed and shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;oh, heaven.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to the sound of (very) loud laughter in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;oh, more kin, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i desperately wanted to, i knew i couldn't sleep through this one, it'd be embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;so i grappled around for my long wraparound scarf and half-clumsily put it on.&lt;br /&gt;checked my appearance in the mirror. okay, the components of my face were (fortunately)proportionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....... well, they're still out in the living room now. and i'm still in my aunt's room blogging about sleep on her computer.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i qualify as a sociopath, now.&lt;br /&gt;House? what do u think?&lt;br /&gt;right. i haven't done anything particularly illegal, or, in my case, anything that gives me reason to shun society.&lt;br /&gt;aren't those two the same?&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so ends my hari raya entry.&lt;br /&gt;adieu,&lt;br /&gt;Zaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-3060051275731206812?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/3060051275731206812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=3060051275731206812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3060051275731206812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3060051275731206812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/10/rayarayarayaraya.html' title='rayarayarayaraya'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6317937383497166532</id><published>2008-08-22T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:08:54.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~ZAFFIE NEEDS HER BEAUTY SLEEP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ZAFFIE ALSO NEEDS TO DO HER HOMEWORK~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do? sleep or homework? sleep or homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, uhh, tomorrow's SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lahh! going outt. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone submitted bio except me today.&lt;br /&gt;AND i owe Norueeeen $6.50&lt;br /&gt;you guessed. i totally forgot about the TYS.&lt;br /&gt;despite having reminded others and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! okay! i'm drop-dead selenge! what're u gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea baby!&lt;br /&gt;i got promoted to the second row today.&lt;br /&gt;with most of my fave peoples. whoopee~&lt;br /&gt;but then Ray-ray and Rad-rad were complaining they can't see over my *towering* figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever la ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo occupied nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;make that *supposed* to be occupied.&lt;br /&gt;Bio, Fiqh, Hadith, Chem, Phy, Tafsir, Tauhid, E.Math.&lt;br /&gt;and that's just part of it.&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhkkk wanna cry mommieeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;dunn lyykkk all theeese hommmewoorrrkk stuuufffsss...!&lt;br /&gt;dunn likkee! dowwaaann! boooohoooooo....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klar. enuf lar. bye lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 zaffie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6317937383497166532?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6317937383497166532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6317937383497166532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6317937383497166532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6317937383497166532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/08/zaffie-needs-her-beauty-sleep-zaffie.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-521797331916784352</id><published>2008-08-20T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:34:48.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>conscience: hey, you ever considered stepping up your studies a bit?&lt;br /&gt;me: why? i'm studying aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;C: you're on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;me:...learning the art of video-making*!&lt;br /&gt;C: no seriously. hit the books. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;me: what? what for? next test** isn't so soon!&lt;br /&gt;C: hah. when was the last time you did your homework, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so i've been slacking off. a LOT. which is why i'm about to attempt the chem worksheet Tchr M gave us. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz. ur &lt;a href="mailto:lazy@$$"&gt;lazy@$$&lt;/a&gt; friend,&lt;br /&gt;zaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*...not really.&lt;br /&gt;**Hadith! omg..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-521797331916784352?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/521797331916784352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=521797331916784352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/521797331916784352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/521797331916784352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/08/conscience-hey-you-ever-considered.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-717143818969508622</id><published>2008-08-18T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:49:24.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kay, so&lt;br /&gt;today on fs one of my significant impressions was,&lt;br /&gt;"wtf?? so many views? holy s***!!"&lt;br /&gt;kay, so&lt;br /&gt;not exactly. but it was somewhere along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just KNOW i have no life when i start blogging about fwen-stir.&lt;br /&gt;i've recently updated my devArt gallery, for those who care.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda find it easier to digi-paint than to digi-draw.&lt;br /&gt;basically because digipaint has a million and one more features. no duh.&lt;br /&gt;oh, sumi-e! i am soo in love with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, speaking of slacking off, i soo gotta study.&lt;br /&gt;leik, srsly gotta studey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz, we had a Qur'an writing test today.&lt;br /&gt;try doing that with a leaking nose.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't wanna. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a plan to make up for my no-life-ness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if it'll work, but i could try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;zaffie nolife who stays home all day painting on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;not like art is bad, but i have to get out sometime, u know?&lt;br /&gt;to take some stock photos.&lt;br /&gt;which is, well, art too.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if one can be good at both science and art. that'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah. blah.&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-717143818969508622?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/717143818969508622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=717143818969508622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/717143818969508622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/717143818969508622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/08/kay-so-today-on-fs-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-8476196048006541624</id><published>2008-08-16T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:49:59.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mindless self indulgence!!!&lt;br /&gt;equals!!&lt;br /&gt;not studying for upcoming tests!!&lt;br /&gt;plus slacking off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, amimie, slackattack!!!!&lt;br /&gt;weeheehee, okay. enough exclamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i'm barely halfway done with studying.&lt;br /&gt;okay. so now i'm gonna pick a random day of the week and see how much of it i remember.&lt;br /&gt;i pick... tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;because!&lt;br /&gt;you'll see.. (enough exclamation marks u idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evanescence songs are becoming very depressing to listen to. (random)&lt;br /&gt;am looking forward to doing the photography proj. (more random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout tuesday.pretty boring actually. until a slight conflict (if u can call it that) aroused a amusing discovery in -someone-'s personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it from the top. i went downstairs to finish up the noticeboard and suddenly got reprimanded by tchr Khairinah. on some stuffs. about the noticeboard. wrong noticeboard, took down what she had put up, do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i was more or less like 'omg! *runs upstairs to tell Aishah*'&lt;br /&gt;there i saw -someone- and -someone else- talking. like really talking.&lt;br /&gt;i just stared at them thinking wth? that looks suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;when Ria finally got their attention -someone- was all 'no la, we're discussing malay...'&lt;br /&gt;one word, girl. P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C.  i knew u were lying as sure as hell.&lt;br /&gt;u two can't be doing malay. u're not even in the same group.&lt;br /&gt;i understand that there are things you don't want me to know. but i can't accept that u think i'm stupid eough to buy that.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, next time u lie, make it a good one, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i just broke into the mind of a typical teenage buddy frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm NOT typical.&lt;br /&gt;can't be! nnnoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-8476196048006541624?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/8476196048006541624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=8476196048006541624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8476196048006541624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8476196048006541624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/08/mindless-self-indulgence-equals-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-3773715138165237061</id><published>2008-07-30T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:33:48.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i've been cramming on chem when i have a Tauhid test tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY understood something! in chem! i actually did it!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i'm still waaaaaay behind the class (refer to previous post) but at least i understand something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so mass=molecular mass in g.&lt;br /&gt;then 1 mol in non gases would be the no. of molecules of teh substane.&lt;br /&gt;and no. of moles does NOT always equal mole ratio.&lt;br /&gt;in gasses,.. okay wait i'm still figuring that out.&lt;br /&gt;that would be vol. given/24000...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how did i do all that?&lt;br /&gt;i studied like hell myself.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i never seem to understand what Cher M is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;she's ok with phy, but she's so damn FAST with chem!!&lt;br /&gt;nyaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am disliking so many things right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-3773715138165237061?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/3773715138165237061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=3773715138165237061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3773715138165237061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3773715138165237061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/07/xx-i-cant-believe-ive-been-cramming-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-4857107642454478428</id><published>2008-07-23T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:22:51.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what laaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one reads my rantings anyway. what for update?? huh? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i *think* i survived the sejarah test. can't say the same for math tho.&lt;br /&gt;(yea i'm kinda updating cuz i wanna practice typing... resently it's been 70% tablet n 30% other stuff like mouse n keyboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthehuh. i'm soo behind on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;homework, studies, projects, life.&lt;br /&gt;school=life?&lt;br /&gt;nahh. -waves thought away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so off the social scale these days. (it's not like i've ever been on it haha)&lt;br /&gt;but then right, sports day tak datang, youth day tak datang.&lt;br /&gt;i think i won't be attending on national day either.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, whattheheck, i don't even like sports.&lt;br /&gt;even less group sports.&lt;br /&gt;(no offence, group sports is okay for other people, just not me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee, i just remembered today's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;^^ thankies for the wishes guys =)&lt;br /&gt;want to McCafe after school and got me a free caramel frappe.&lt;br /&gt;yes- in my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a free CARAMEL frappe! (emphasis on the 'free')&lt;br /&gt;hee, and RMD has been giving quite a good respond today.&lt;br /&gt;(i've got two collabs! AND i won 2 competitions! isn't that great?)&lt;br /&gt;ok. not like U'd care. but I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i said school is killing my self-esteem? (okay, maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, everyone else seems like they're getting better and better and better.&lt;br /&gt;me? i'm like "wtf?? hey wait up guyss!!" SAAAAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;oh MAN. i feel so worthless sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;why? because one of my buddies is the most popular girl in school.&lt;br /&gt;and another one has been accusing me of treating her badly.&lt;br /&gt;and another one's just so good at everything.&lt;br /&gt;what i thought only i can do apparently became a mutual skill (is that the right word?)&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like credit has been going to all the wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. unsocial + no self esteem = yescom? no can do, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just die of guilt when i suddenly  cut something in half ( and i don't mean just the cards )&lt;br /&gt;sorry, Nir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9_9"&lt;br /&gt;-Sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-4857107642454478428?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/4857107642454478428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=4857107642454478428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4857107642454478428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4857107642454478428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-laaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-830466994626025499</id><published>2008-07-08T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:55:41.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leik, zomg, this is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;if u press backspae-backspace-F5 you'll see a mushroom dane aross the screen.&lt;br /&gt;eh, who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;didn't believe me? yeah me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i've been thinking of a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU'VE DONE TOO MUCH DIGI-ART WHEN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you don't worry about staining your fingers because you think your pen has no ink.&lt;br /&gt;- when you make a mistake on paper you go "omg! undo! undo!"&lt;br /&gt;- when drawing on paper you actually look up expecting your monitor.&lt;br /&gt;- you start thinking that in real life you have access to all sorts of painting utensils of all sizes and transparencies at your disposal.&lt;br /&gt;- when they say 'transparency', it's not the plastic sheet the teacher uses with the OHP.&lt;br /&gt;- you think you have a million color pancils at your disposal.&lt;br /&gt;- "cm" becomes "pixels".&lt;br /&gt;- you start expecting tutorials for everything (though this also applies to compy game freaks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's all i can think of for now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;bai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-830466994626025499?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/830466994626025499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=830466994626025499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/830466994626025499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/830466994626025499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/07/leik-zomg-this-is-really-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-3350310270074032397</id><published>2008-06-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T02:35:49.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school &gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>you know what?&lt;br /&gt;maybe school isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;apart from having to wake up at too-early-for-anything a.m, it's completely bearable.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not like i'm not used to sitting for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;and mondays are ok because i don't have to do anything during first period.&lt;br /&gt;and IT class is fun.&lt;br /&gt;bio and chem experiments are interesting, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK!? ALL THOSE HOURS AND I'M SUPPOSED TO PAY ATTENTION EVERY SECOND OF THEM?!&lt;br /&gt;just sitting there and staring and trying to make sure the info doesn't spill off the sides of my head.&lt;br /&gt;and trying to stay AWAKE makes it even worse!&lt;br /&gt;plus, the class's stuffed to the brim! i can barely breathe!&lt;br /&gt;all the noise and chaos and.. and.. PEOPLE! so many PEOPLE! squeezed into a room meant for 3/4 of the amount!&lt;br /&gt;and don't even get me started on the truckloads of work!&lt;br /&gt;worksheets! excercises! presentations! essays! projects!&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget all those wierd assignments Ust. S gives us!&lt;br /&gt;herbs? HERBS?! why would we care about herbs?!&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the tests! so many tests!&lt;br /&gt;memorize this! memorize that! remember this! remember that!&lt;br /&gt;and the loooooooooooong school hours all the more adds to my reluctance to even wake up!&lt;br /&gt;and what's this? ONE recess? just ONE?! are you barkin' MAD?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;and the long climbs up the stairs because the lift's too crowded!&lt;br /&gt;and then the long descend that makes it feel like it'll be forever before we get downstairs!&lt;br /&gt;don't forget the uniform! the never-changing UNIFORM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO going to poly after O lvls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-3350310270074032397?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/3350310270074032397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=3350310270074032397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3350310270074032397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3350310270074032397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school.html' title='back to school &gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-3673214500575903323</id><published>2008-06-19T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:01:18.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my ~</title><content type='html'>ZOMG. it's been ages since i blogged. i guess i owe you ppls (whoever u are) an update =_=''&lt;br /&gt;uh. i'f been dying to talk about the bio pract last month.&lt;br /&gt;haha. when we got the samples i felt like asking teacher "uhh.. this isn't REAL urine, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't. because if it was, they'd have REAL diseases in them and i wouldn't wanna risk finding out.&lt;br /&gt;then again, why the hell would we be forced to deal with real diseased pee? that's just cruel and unusual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah, my exam results were better than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;except for english.&lt;br /&gt;and arab.&lt;br /&gt;and english. (c5?! what the hell??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that i'm super relieved that i finally got a B in math!!! omg. i've been getting borderline marks all this while =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the post-exam dilemma (which includes studying that i've never bothered to do) i've been preoccupied with the new wacom and Corel Painter this oh-so-generous person lent me.&lt;br /&gt;-wwooww!- a tablet! one of my wildest dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i'm just borrowing it neways. at least that's what mom told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping to upload my first finished painting on DevArt by today. i hope. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ok. i guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-3673214500575903323?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/3673214500575903323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=3673214500575903323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3673214500575903323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3673214500575903323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my.html' title='oh my ~'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-1459084834910576523</id><published>2008-05-19T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:03:59.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsensia!!!</title><content type='html'>ok since i can't sleep yet.. i'm gonna say a few random things till i get sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the other time when i sat for my math paper,&lt;br /&gt;when we started i think  was like "alright, let's dance, baby!"- *write write write*&lt;br /&gt;not like i think i'm gonna score for that or anything.&lt;br /&gt;heck. it'll be good enough if i actually PASS. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like this blog lost color as of march 11.&lt;br /&gt;that was the last post that actually was colorful and expressive...&lt;br /&gt;not like you need different sizes and colors to express yourself in a passage, tho. boy, imagine how compos would be like?? Cher would have a headache.. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO dreading tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;SEJARAH. E MATH. i think i'm gonna sleep late on purpose tonight so that i'll be too sleepy to care tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;yeah. sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* ok..... moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todady i broke my own record.&lt;br /&gt;my house to the interchange in less than 10 mins flat. yay me!&lt;br /&gt;'cuz usually i take almost 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it's the little things that keep me happy. it works, you know. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.... sleepy now. really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-1459084834910576523?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/1459084834910576523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=1459084834910576523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/1459084834910576523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/1459084834910576523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/05/nonsensia.html' title='nonsensia!!!'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-1322151500988690944</id><published>2008-05-16T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:52:30.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stickee!</title><content type='html'>AH! i'm back! finally! after several attempts at logging in =___=''&lt;br /&gt;yea.. i forgot my password... sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, it's been ages since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;'cuz whenever i'm on the comp i'm always doing someting else like drawing or playing games... &gt;.&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today i'm here to COMPLAIN before things build up and get worse and then i'll have complaints by the truckload and you have to know that's reeeeaally nasty.&lt;br /&gt;ok. first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the littler things that irked me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i burnt a hole in my scarf this morning because the iron's outta whack. BIG hole. BIG BIG hole. now i need a new one. siigghh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i reached school late because i hadn't expected everyone else to be there. u know, like, just sec 3's. but nnnooo, every other class was there and.... i guess it was lucky that me and Farah managed to give everyone else the slip. hoohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. now on to the bigger things that irked me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO PRACT WAS EVEN WORSE THAN CHEM PRACT!!! well.. at least there's no phys pract or i'd be DEAD by now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i got the first experiment entirely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe.. instructions always fuzzle my brain the first time i read them.&lt;br /&gt;like just now. i was like "whaaaat...???" *blur*&lt;br /&gt;the second experiment wasn't so bad. i found out that i wasn't the only one who boiled the biuret tests to make sure they were negative (like that'll help!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on to the biggest irk of all today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA MOURN MY GEOGRAPHY MARKS!!! as we left the classroom just now, most of us looked like we've just been to a funeral. well, mostly me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGRRAAAAH. i have to try to look forward to the treetop walk next thursday. =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to do some *educational* surfing to make up for my goofing off these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;zaffie&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-1322151500988690944?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/1322151500988690944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=1322151500988690944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/1322151500988690944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/1322151500988690944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/05/stickee.html' title='Stickee!'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-4529015690454569490</id><published>2008-04-27T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:11:31.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPERFECTO</title><content type='html'>WOO!&lt;br /&gt;ok. one of the most UNlikely times to blog, especially after a whole month in oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;but.. english paper 1's tomorrow, so what better way to study for it other than read the worksheets cher gave us?&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. today was one of the most bizarre first day of exams in my list of first day of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i like that. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kick started  when i was just outside the classroom and only then did i realise i didn't bring my friggin' pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;well, wouldn't make a difference if i realised a little earlier either. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm forever in debt to my oh-so-sensible classmates who actually brought extra pens and offered to help.&lt;br /&gt;especially amimie and smaay.&lt;br /&gt;well at least i'll be in debt till i give them chocolates for their good deeds XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. moving on to the next bizzare thing that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;i learned that i cannot eat anything spicy within 5-6 hours of waking up.&lt;br /&gt;it ended up with me running to the toilet halfway through the second paper.&lt;br /&gt;lol. never done THAT before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambahan pula, i messaged jennie "ne! puase? puase?" last night.&lt;br /&gt;this morning she was like "huh? pause-pause??"&lt;br /&gt;lol. i never let her forget that the rest of the day. "awak PAUSE can?? nnti bole PLAY balek.. rewind... fastforward...."&lt;br /&gt;and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. way to start off the exams, huh? awesome, huh? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;-Zaffie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-4529015690454569490?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/4529015690454569490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=4529015690454569490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4529015690454569490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4529015690454569490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/04/imperfecto.html' title='IMPERFECTO'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-2546246826590180251</id><published>2008-03-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:29:53.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by default~</title><content type='html'>hi! just got back from NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;hee, the trip to the market was very eventful.&lt;br /&gt;see, Mummy told me to go buy maggi and fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my left arm was supporting the maggi while i looked at the fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to decide which brand to buy wen suddenly this girl went all "assalamu'alaikum kak..."&lt;br /&gt;girl: *puts out hand* *says something about selling bookmarks for $2 to help the poor*&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks at fishballs in hand* *looks at girl's hand* *looks at fishballs* *looks at her hand* umm... the money's not mine.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. awkward situation! i only realised she wanted to salam me 5 mins later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more. after i left NTUC i saw the same girl, or rather someone who looks like her, or maybe the same clothes confused me... she too said more or less the same thing. i was kind of speechless and was turning from NTUC to her to NTUC back to her, blabbering wordlessly like an idiot, and she probably sensed my confusion so she said "oh, dah eh....?? tkpe tkpe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''"''"'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was pretty much eventful, too.&lt;br /&gt;was going somewhere in my Aunt's car along with my mum, bro and grandma when one of the tyres punctured...&lt;br /&gt;on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;we were like damsels in distress, lol!&lt;br /&gt;tried changing tyres. it was really hard loosening the screw-things that held the tyre to the car.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we called a tow truck. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see it, though, because my uncle came along and everyone except my aunt drove off, while she waited for the tow truck.&lt;br /&gt;turned out that the tyre wasn't really punctured, just deflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to takashimaya to look for my uncle's bride-to-be's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;took AGES. all that time. all those overpriced footwear!&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i doubt i'll ever want to pay over $300 just for a pair of shoes...!&lt;br /&gt;some of the workers there were pretty cocky, too.&lt;br /&gt;like when it was almost closing time and i was looking at a pair of overpriced sunglasses and this woman said to me "we're closing... now."&lt;br /&gt;with a really cocky voice and cocky tone and, well, you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;so i said "yeah yeah i know."&lt;br /&gt;would've yelled at her if mum wasn't calling me.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to simpang bedok to eat.&lt;br /&gt;there was a clothes shop there, the Geylang Serai type that sells muslimah clothes.&lt;br /&gt;in the end the girls bought a piece each.&lt;br /&gt;ehehee, about time i added something to my wardrobe. it's been ages since i bought clothes.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i need new jeans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now we'll jump to this morning when i woke up to the sound of really, really, REALLY loud drilling.&lt;br /&gt;turns out they were hacking the staircase right outside our house.&lt;br /&gt;it was soo loud, that my ears were throbbing whenever they paused.&lt;br /&gt;it went on for about a couple of hours and i knew i had to go out if i didn't want to get permanent ear damage.&lt;br /&gt;dad was bothered, too. so he brought me and bro to go eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;then, just to kill time we went to Mount Faber.&lt;br /&gt;it's a really nice place, and it was my first time going there. i'm thinking it's a nice place to have our next class outing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok-kay! mum's not in a good mood and she'll prolly blow her top if i don't clean the mess that's my room.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Zaffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-2546246826590180251?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/2546246826590180251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=2546246826590180251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2546246826590180251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2546246826590180251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/03/by-default.html' title='by default~'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-3150803887371682781</id><published>2008-03-12T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:17:35.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrowing Situations.</title><content type='html'>i get the wierdest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;like this morning, i dreamt that i was back in the primary 1 class of the old school building.&lt;br /&gt;and that i fell asleep- get this: i dreamt of falling asleep!- and when i woke up i saw that everyone's gone to the science lab for chem 45 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;there was a clock. so i somehow knew it was 45 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;so.. yeah, i was searching around for my chem stuff only to find that i didn't bring my textbook.&lt;br /&gt;and then all of a suden i'm back at this scene that happened last year on my visit to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;where i asked him to let me stay, at least until geo was over.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i didn't bring the book.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh boy do i have alot to say about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;alamaaaaaaaak. frus seyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;but let's go to the beginning of the story so you'll get a clear picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition before the excursion. so i asked Rash and Mai and Zqah to eat with me at the coffeeshop nearby.&lt;br /&gt;ahaa. chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;ok. that has nothing to do with me being frustrated by the time i got home.&lt;br /&gt;-well- my gay partner kinda fainted on the way down the slope at snow city.&lt;br /&gt;the place was so cold i couldn't even talk properly. ha!&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i got reeeeaaally worried.&lt;br /&gt;and the guys-in-charge (is that what you call them??) were all crwoding aroun her.&lt;br /&gt;then one of them asked if he could carry her.&lt;br /&gt;then Farah was all "takpe takpe..... darurat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; Hady was limping for a bit after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Lili just HAD to throw snow on my face.&lt;br /&gt;ouch. okay, that hurt. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;but i kept telling myself to 'let it go, zaf.... just let it go.....'&lt;br /&gt;because i was practically freezing my butt off and i HAD to get outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the omni-theatre show was really short.&lt;br /&gt;when it ended we were all "huh?? so fast??"&lt;br /&gt;but by the time it was over it was already almost 6.&lt;br /&gt;went to masjid Al-Mujahidin in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;my socks were so wet they couldn't get any wetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had half a mind to join the others when they decided to go eat after that, even though i was out of cash.&lt;br /&gt;but then i remembered that american idol's gonna be on and ended up asking some ladies there for directions to the interchange .&lt;br /&gt;went back with Naze and Qaqa.&lt;br /&gt;didn't stop bugging naze with the phony-gameshow-host impersonation that kinda caught on after the umbrella thing Qaqa did.&lt;br /&gt;"this is Zaffie reporting live from next to Nazeha"&lt;br /&gt;"and.... 14 more stops to go!!"&lt;br /&gt;ehh. you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we get to the "alamaaak. frus seyyy" part.&lt;br /&gt;got home to find that grandma had a couple of guests.&lt;br /&gt;these two makciks talking about how awesome this company is or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;the irritating part was when i found out that they had prayed in MY room.&lt;br /&gt;MY messy upside down room.&lt;br /&gt;and they weren't even MY guests, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;grandma didn't even spare me a couple of ounces of shame, i'll give it that.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, can't they pray in HER room?!&lt;br /&gt;they're HER guests, aren't they??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i'm still reeeeaaally mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. dad's taking bro to watch Horton today.&lt;br /&gt;he asked me, but i said no cuz i haven't prepared for next week's tests.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't study tomorrow, i'm going shopping. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;well.. shopping for someone else's stuffs, but i love shopping, so whatever. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! David Archuletta forgot the lyrics!!!&lt;br /&gt;but,, whatever. he looked so cute in that outfit last night.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wanna squeeze his face. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mum went gaga over Jason Castro.&lt;br /&gt;well, mostly me.&lt;br /&gt;soo cuuuuuuuuuuute!! nyanyanyanyanya~&lt;br /&gt;mum kept saying that Carly and David cook were proffesionals.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think so too.&lt;br /&gt;andd, we made a pact to call one of my uncles DD Cook because they look so much alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ okay, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Zaffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-3150803887371682781?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/3150803887371682781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=3150803887371682781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3150803887371682781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3150803887371682781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/03/harrowing-situations.html' title='Harrowing Situations.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-2408565983234254451</id><published>2008-03-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:49:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Entendre</title><content type='html'>SO. PATD &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do a Killer Queen cover.&lt;br /&gt;but then people are saying that they're not as good as Queen, &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the other day on the way back from school i saw a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;squished frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;like&lt;em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ran-over-by-a-bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; squished.&lt;br /&gt;it took a few seconds for the revolt to swell up my throat and finally escape in the form of an ear-splitting screech.&lt;br /&gt;kinda made the others &lt;em&gt;jump..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there was Zeeqa and Dal and 2 other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Awareness turned out to be quite what i expcted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was kinda hard not to sleep during the opening and closing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. KK Seet isn't the only buyers on The Arena.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gaurav kept siding on R.I,&lt;/span&gt; mann!!&lt;br /&gt;oh well. -sigh- what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i actually felt nervous for the debaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i keep complaining about how many tests i have..&lt;br /&gt;Fiqh, Hadith, Qur'an, Tafsir, Faraidh, Chem, Bio...&lt;br /&gt;but i heven't actually done much......&lt;br /&gt;heck, and there're only 5 days left!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and here's a vid i wana share with you guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the "i'm a total idiot but i'm sure God still loves me" part. so cute!! =D&lt;br /&gt; here's the URL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbcmPe0z3Sc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbcmPe0z3Sc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's titled "A Land Called Paradise"&lt;br /&gt;really motivating for muslims. hee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now i'm gonna talk about something less... err... religious.. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selena Gomez acted in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Barney!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder she looked so familiar!&lt;br /&gt;umm... she's that girl in Wizards of Waverly High.&lt;br /&gt;and now she's this bubblegum-pop singer..&lt;br /&gt;and i heard she's gonna act in a movie with her best friend Demi Lavato..&lt;br /&gt;or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;she's so pretty. i'm almost jealous XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got tuition in approximately.... 12 hours. lol!&lt;br /&gt;ok. irrelevant info.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you guys tomorrow, inshaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Zaffie. ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-2408565983234254451?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/2408565983234254451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=2408565983234254451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2408565983234254451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2408565983234254451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/03/double-entendre.html' title='Double Entendre'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6147294177477923969</id><published>2008-02-29T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:54:11.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gunpowder</title><content type='html'>ok. i know i'm not one to bla-bla about every single detail that happened in one day.&lt;br /&gt;but. today's 29th Feb. it's a special day that happens only once every 4 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so, what the heck? i love that date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewind to monday. my first thought after waking up was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'alright. bring it on, Monday...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok. i don't think you're laughing. moo-ving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today kicked off with circular-kallang-waves during P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's been ages since i really excerised, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO not fit. kyaa! gotta find some time to do a bit of jogging or jumping or push-ups or any of that old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after that we had MORE grueling potato experiments to do during Bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qaqa was reeaally particular about the measurements an everything.&lt;br /&gt;and then Ria was going on and on about wanting to help cut the potato and we had to convince her that she'll need to get her own penknife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of her, i think i'm developing a habit of playing that word-game with her every time it's Bio or Chem.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the country-animal-plant-celebrity-brand game where someone gives you a letter and you have to.....&lt;br /&gt;...eh. you guys prolly know already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during math Cher drew this graph on the whiteboard and there were these curved lines on it,&lt;br /&gt;so we were all wondering what they were and the she explained that they were mountains and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;and we all went &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'pfffft'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during Nahu Ust was going all &lt;em&gt;'saper nyer keje ni??'&lt;/em&gt; when she read my sentence on the board.&lt;br /&gt;translated, it would probably mean &lt;em&gt;'i cooked a chicken that was dead'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(if you get the strokes wrong it'd mean &lt;em&gt;'i cooked the chicken when i was dead',&lt;/em&gt; but i don't think anyone noticed..)&lt;br /&gt;and then everyone was looking at each other. for some reason, they all turned to look behind...&lt;br /&gt;so i was all &lt;em&gt;'oh shuuucks.... *raise hand*'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;at me.&lt;br /&gt;eh. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i guess it was kinda funny...&lt;/span&gt; Ust said something like &lt;em&gt;'of course la ayam tu dah mati... takkan ayam tu hidop2 awak nak masak kan??'&lt;/em&gt; then someone said something about&lt;em&gt; 'bangkai'&lt;/em&gt; and someone else said&lt;em&gt; 'kesian ayam tu....'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaww. during A.Maths i went downstairs &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all alone&lt;/span&gt;, beause i dunno where the rest of my non-A-Math buddies were.&lt;br /&gt;=( sadd.&lt;br /&gt;then when i went to the toilet there was a really strong shit-like odour coming from one of the cubicles..&lt;br /&gt;and there were several lower-pri girls all kecoh2-ing at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;i asked around, and some said something about this 'terlepas' thing.&lt;br /&gt;so i went frantically up and down lev 1 to lev 2 to lev 1 to lev 3 in search for the janitors..&lt;br /&gt;only to find the toilet was empty when i came back.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like "what the......???"&lt;br /&gt;uhh. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pai sey nyerrrr&lt;/span&gt;....... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Killer Queen is a reeaaalllly nice song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum just HAD to spoil it by saying that the singer's DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;but i really love it. got that aristocrat-classy-harlequin-ish thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;something P!ATD might do.&lt;br /&gt;loved how Luke did that song on A.I.&lt;br /&gt;heck, you'd think it was written quite recently if it weren't 80's week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm finally on track with the Photoshop thing.&lt;br /&gt;hee~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;i want photoshop!!! &gt;.&lt; it's soo much fun to play with!!&lt;br /&gt;-lol- i dun think i'm gonna get enough of immitating KK Seet's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'reguuurrgitaytedd out ov nohh-sea'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, you'll see.. on The Arena. soon enough. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heckk. it's 10:50 lah sey. wanna sleep. bai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Zaffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6147294177477923969?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6147294177477923969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6147294177477923969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6147294177477923969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6147294177477923969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/gunpowder.html' title='gunpowder'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-164008530413209918</id><published>2008-02-29T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:53:58.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt; my blog's soooo messy &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa. so today's a &lt;em&gt;leap-day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, a day added to every fourth year to make up for the 1/4 extra days per year that we don't normally count thus we do it ever four years because 4 quarters make a whole and then we add it to february because it's the shortest month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;try reading that out loud in a single breath.&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;and... what the heck i just checked my calendar because i wasn't sure how to spell 'february'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. English Role Play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i played a hippie armed policeman!&lt;br /&gt;who meditates the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;and ends up killing himself!&lt;br /&gt;i like playing all the wierd characters, particularly because i'm not exactly 'normal' myself.&lt;br /&gt;'normal' personality wise, not mental wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraay really knows how to entertain!!&lt;br /&gt;ooeeooeooeeooeeaaaooeeeoooeeoooeeaaaooo&lt;br /&gt;or however that survivor song goes.&lt;br /&gt;i never watched it before, so i was kinda blur when they did the survivor-ooeeoo-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amimi's group did good, too.&lt;br /&gt;Saffie was reeeeaally funny.&lt;br /&gt;you go saffie!! woot! and amimi! and Smaay! and Fraay! and Jennie! and Johnny Depp! and David Archuletta! and Jason Chong! and... and...&lt;br /&gt;ok. i got carried away. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. English Book Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time writing one, so i really didn't know what to expect. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but then Cher asked me to read mine up front, and that's really not fair..&lt;br /&gt;beause she read Rai's and Hal's and Shab's for them!!&lt;br /&gt;kyaa~ i got really, reeaaally nervous mann.&lt;br /&gt;i think if i was in a national school everyone would've seen my knees shaking..&lt;br /&gt;boy, THAT'd be damn embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Geog presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i saw Fraay's group present, i kinda felt that mine was boring.. X_X&lt;br /&gt;'Weather' and 'Forecast'!&lt;br /&gt;AND, for the first time ever, Fray displayed the 'gay' side of herself!&lt;br /&gt;ok wait... i don't think a GIRL can be GAY right?&lt;br /&gt;girlie, maybe.. but not gay... unless you mean happy-gay... which isn't what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaina's OUT! i think alot of people hated her for flirting with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really, that Britney thing? an absolute no-no if you want to stay in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. we've got 6 tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;5 for those not taking A Maths, including me!&lt;br /&gt;but 5's alot, kay.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i still think my life's rather uneventful....&lt;br /&gt;but, oh well. less stress is better than more stress, and no stress is better than any stress at all!&lt;br /&gt;the more events, the more stress,&lt;br /&gt;and more acne to decorate my face, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i just wanna ask, if any of you have the tabs for To An End by Marit Larsen please please email me!&lt;br /&gt;i can't find them anywhere, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. zzat iz awwl from mme, ze gay wonnabee.&lt;br /&gt;hey! it rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Zaffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-164008530413209918?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/164008530413209918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=164008530413209918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/164008530413209918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/164008530413209918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/pong.html' title='PONG!'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6561878265323989546</id><published>2008-02-28T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:59:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i owe 16 people an apology.&lt;br /&gt;yea- reality check: it happened 5 days ago. and pretty much everyone's over it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, some people are still inconvinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also think that some people hate me for being such a sensitive pain in the toot on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;until i quit DK for some abysmal, selfish reason. (or so you might think)&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are. i don't think i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. to the first lot, you know i'm pretty damn sorry. i know you do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really x 100 sorry for not knowing the whole situation, or at least trying to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the second lot, i'm sorry too. so please stop giving me that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. i'ma delete all and any entries about The Arena in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE, they're not pretty.  not nice. caused too much conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6561878265323989546?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6561878265323989546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6561878265323989546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6561878265323989546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6561878265323989546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-i-owe-16-people-apology.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6429709375438917012</id><published>2008-02-23T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T04:29:36.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. so apparently alot of people are getting really, really annoyed by my recent post. SO. i'm here to clarify and hopefully admonish any bad thoughts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i was anly trying to talk about how terrible my day was. and if i DID want to offend you guys (which i don't) i'd make an entry ENTIRELY about what I thought you should have done. you have to take in the whole picture. which is, today wasn't the best day ever and since it's saturday and i have time, i'd like to talk about it. (so, nir, it is clearly NOT a big deal. it was merely part of the many things that happened today )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, since when did my opinions matter? i'm only one person. clearly you don't HAVE to care if you didn't want to. everyone else talks about how they feel on their blogs, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thirdly, i'm your FRIEND, at least that's what i think. do you think that i mentioned that because i KNEW about the audience-supporter thing?? i DID NOT!! why are you scolding me as if i actually KNOW the whole picture??? well, clearly i was wrong for posting based on what i ASSUMED was right. but then you ppl go blasting at me and i'm not gonna bring my feelings into this because those clearly don't matter here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, alot of people were probably thinking the same way i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all. i hope that was clarifying enough for you. byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6429709375438917012?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6429709375438917012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6429709375438917012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6429709375438917012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6429709375438917012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-5227923268166667864</id><published>2008-02-23T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:39:44.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>classic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AL MAAREEEEF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arena went well just now. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;woke up late seyh. AND i still had to iron my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that second speaker from S.A.S was really conescending.&lt;br /&gt;sume budak maarif menyampah seyh tengok dier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she thinks she's so damn good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she should go to a demoralising centre for a year or two so that she'll be more humble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, one of the judges kept siding with S.A.S.&lt;br /&gt;padahal dier dulu lecturer Cher Sarinah seyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not supposed to "&lt;em&gt;disclose the results on the internet&lt;/em&gt;" or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so um... i won't say anything about the results...&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the internet, today's motion was a classic.&lt;br /&gt;it was how the internet had more cons than pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opposition found themselves protecting PORN and i thought it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;they sounded like they've actually been watching porn.&lt;br /&gt;they kept saying stuff like "porn doesn't really damage people" or whatever they meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then everyone &lt;em&gt;else h&lt;/em&gt;ad to come, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nearly the rest of 3pink came&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;you people could be at least more supporting and wore uniforms!!&lt;br /&gt;on tv you'd think they're supporting S.A.S&lt;br /&gt;(Dal sed "padan muke..." cuz Cher Sarinah was all "those not wearing uniform please go to the other side....")&lt;br /&gt;to crush me into much more miniscule bits, my english group just HAD to discuss at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;it was as if they purposely didn't want me there seyh.&lt;br /&gt;and then they were going on and on about "&lt;em&gt;nak makan kat ne? nak makan kat ne??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was starving, cuz i haven't eaten AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;so what did i do? blast my ipod and pretend not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to Kembangan to buy something 2 eat from Old Chang Kee but it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could this day get any worse??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor saffie. i'm sorry you had to listen to my complaints all the way back from school just now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really furious at so many people right now.&lt;br /&gt;i mean &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really, really furious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bubble tea straw didn't penetrate the plastic cover the first and second time.&lt;br /&gt;then the third time bubble tea splurted all over my uniform. on the way back just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so. it COULD get worse after all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and to top it all off&lt;/span&gt;, got two big tests on monday and the usual heap of homework to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfect end to a perfect day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? you bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Zaffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-5227923268166667864?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/5227923268166667864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=5227923268166667864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5227923268166667864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5227923268166667864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/classic.html' title='classic.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-9031568405698790561</id><published>2008-02-15T04:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T04:58:31.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chivalry show me the way to go.</title><content type='html'>on the way back from school a couple of weeks ago. passed through Bedok Central, past NTUC, all that.&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden this malay guy with dyed hair and punkish clothes approached me.&lt;br /&gt;he was saying "kak, nak tolong derma tak......"&lt;br /&gt;0_o "kak"??? hell, he was head and shoulders taller than me and he calls me "kak"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i kinda paused and stared for a bit, trying to take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like saying "i think you better help yourself first before trying to help other people."&lt;br /&gt;instead i said "uhh.. sorry"&lt;br /&gt;and then while walking away this malay girl in a miniskirt was calling to me "handsome tak? handsome tak????"&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking, he was so tall and was standing so close i don't think i CAN look at his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on wednesday i saw them again. only they had a larger group.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped short. i seriously, seriously had to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;made a u-turn and walked behind the shops.&lt;br /&gt;yea, the part with the stinky rubbish bins and God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've seen the same people at tampines.&lt;br /&gt;with the obnoxious clothes and the colorful hair.&lt;br /&gt;it's wierd, them.&lt;br /&gt;i guess they thought that they'd get more attention like that.&lt;br /&gt;well, REALITY CHECK: people'd think they're scamming, even IF they were collecting donations for a good cause, which i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you're one of those people, please, please change ur ways.&lt;br /&gt;although you're prolly thinking i'm a bitch for calling u obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Zaffie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-9031568405698790561?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/9031568405698790561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=9031568405698790561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/9031568405698790561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/9031568405698790561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/chivalry-show-me-way-to-go.html' title='chivalry show me the way to go.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-1700474015283896476</id><published>2008-02-15T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:47:15.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasterawan Jepun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY!! I MADE BROWNIES!! AND THEY'RE DELICIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hershey's+Van Houten&lt;br /&gt;woohs~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go 2 school today. swollen tonsils.... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;the doctor went &lt;em&gt;"oh..!"&lt;/em&gt; when he looked into my throat.&lt;br /&gt;musta seen some chocolate stuck there. =P&lt;br /&gt;i was eating&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Toblerone&lt;/span&gt; while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;terror seyh dekni... sakit2 makan chocolate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir?&lt;/em&gt; got back in, to replace Wyda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir?&lt;/em&gt; so out of my element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir?&lt;/em&gt; can't believe i'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir?&lt;/em&gt; i'm really shy with the greenies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir?&lt;/em&gt; personally i think we need to sit down and discuss it first. not practice aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir?&lt;/em&gt; no arrangements whatsoever. just the malay songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dikir?&lt;/em&gt; progress as pathetic as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who am i to talk? it's not like they'd listen.&lt;br /&gt;but leave it all to 3g? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that's not fair.&lt;/span&gt; pinks have to play their part too.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i'm working on an english song that we can all agree on, inshaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;"go sec 3!!" ? no thanks. no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, please, please &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't take it to heart&lt;/span&gt;. i don't want anybody to be offended.&lt;br /&gt;smiles, everybody! let's not spoil the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyaa! the chem test? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang tak blaja tu lah yang masok.&lt;br /&gt;hape bende merepek meraban.... irritating seyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tauhid test? i seriously need more brain cells to accumulate all the info.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start with Sudoku. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inshaa' test? postponed. wheew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese poets and songwriters are geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"the world trembles, threatening to take everything away from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"if i'm a sinner, chivalry show me the way to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, beautiful!! &gt;.&lt; color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stepstepstepstepstepstepstepstep T-U-R-N stepstepstepstepstepstepstepstep T-U-R-N stepstepstep...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you get the idea. "alamak!! baru tingkat 4???" the most irritating part is when u're already there and you realize that you left your wallet upstairs. "NNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!" =_=""" oh... and i'll prolly update the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/threepink-oheight.blogspot.com"&gt;class blog&lt;/a&gt; later, inshaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaff!e...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-1700474015283896476?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/1700474015283896476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=1700474015283896476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/1700474015283896476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/1700474015283896476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/sasterawan-jepun.html' title='Sasterawan Jepun'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-5982494593432805593</id><published>2008-02-08T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:41:46.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dunno why&lt;/span&gt;, but ever since  a few days ago this person's been popping into my head.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea who he is, yet it feels that i've known him all my life.&lt;br /&gt;i struggle to remember who he is, but i come up with nada.&lt;br /&gt;eh. must be some long-forgotten actor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WANT. HALO. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;KILLING SPREE lah oi!!&lt;br /&gt;i want killing spree kyaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;Khairiah i want ur xbox and halo2 can can can???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, strong cravings muddle up my language. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we celebrated my bro's bday @ my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;the cake was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DELICIOUS!!&lt;/span&gt; white choc+milk choc+ strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;*___* i'm hungry....&lt;br /&gt;++ my now-6-year-old bro got all the things he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;transformer toy, hotwheels cars, play-doh..... the works.&lt;br /&gt;eh,, in that case i want a party too!!&lt;br /&gt;i wantt, i wanttt.... new phone, drawing tablet, Photoshop 7, PSP...... like that's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;well, actually i don't want a PSP.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; wasted&lt;/span&gt;. spent the whole day on the comp. (mum sed "tau takpe")&lt;br /&gt;have to make up for it by studying all night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, mum commented that i've been listening to Agnes Monica songs tak abes2.&lt;br /&gt;fine.. *switches to Marit Larsen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the compy's been &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;real bratty&lt;/span&gt; today. especially the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;i clicked once, it clicks twice.&lt;br /&gt;tk faham tkpe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read that water shortage causes daytime fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i am SO going to TM to buy a water bottle tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;wah... tm... so far lehh....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy from mini toons lar!! so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to say! too lazy to blog about what happened during the week.&lt;br /&gt;except that the acting during english was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;AND that it was so cool that Cikgu let us eat in class on tuesday after our presentations.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, Cher S has been trying to convince us she's not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;then she said it was hard to make our class laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking "oooohhhh..... now i get it.... LOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this big silat match at Bedok stadium tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and Kak Nis's gonna be in it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering if i should go.&lt;br /&gt;it'd be kinda awkward.... several months after quitting i suddenly show up to support GRASIO.&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i actually KNEW those silat kids.&lt;br /&gt;OR the instructors.&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe a couple of 'em might recognise me but...... i think i'll pass. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. the bio test didn't realy feel like a test.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it had puzzles and helping words and everything.&lt;br /&gt;but part of it wasn't in the book.&lt;br /&gt;like 'lysosomes'.&lt;br /&gt;what???&lt;br /&gt;never heard of them seyh....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; yeah, i scoured every letter in that chapter before the test.. (cheyhhhh.. prasan seyy dehni..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 DAYS TILL THE RELEASE OF L: CHANGE THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahhoo!! I LOVE YOU RYUUZAKI!!&lt;br /&gt;*snuggles an invisible L*&lt;br /&gt;i want an L plushie..... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe there's still a whole weekend before school reopens!!&lt;br /&gt;two whole days to study!&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. it's as if studying is the only reason for which i was born.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-kaay... i'm out of  ideas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.....&lt;br /&gt;XzaffieX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-5982494593432805593?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/5982494593432805593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=5982494593432805593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5982494593432805593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5982494593432805593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dunno-why.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-173667410527988575</id><published>2008-02-03T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:24:34.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazyLaLa</title><content type='html'>YEAH!! i finally got my baby back from Nadee today.&lt;br /&gt;at Ria's bday party.&lt;br /&gt;my thumbdrive lah deii. thumbdrive thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;my babyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;also got some piccies off Ria's cam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/2/3/f_DSCN0729m_d92e24d.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img03" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img03.picoodle.com/img/img03/4/2/3/t_DSCN0729m_d92e24d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Saffie @ escape. hujaan. tkde keje teros amek gamba. huhuu~&lt;br /&gt;i look fat lah oi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/2/3/f_DSCN0764m_2ccc956.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img34" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img34.picoodle.com/img/img34/4/2/3/t_DSCN0764m_2ccc956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ Shaa and HAYATI who came to singapore last two months. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/2/3/f_DSCN0836m_a4a40e4.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img32" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img32.picoodle.com/img/img32/4/2/3/t_DSCN0836m_a4a40e4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumer dah kelaparan kat rumah Ria. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/2/3/f_DSCN0838m_5056e7a.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img01" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/4/2/3/t_DSCN0838m_5056e7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHUSYUK main racing.. go go go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/2/3/f_DSCN0848m_a210055.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img31" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img31.picoodle.com/img/img31/4/2/3/t_DSCN0848m_a210055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sorang step cute. alamaaaak. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/2/3/f_DSCN0850m_0d6f22f.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img33" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img33.picoodle.com/img/img33/4/2/3/t_DSCN0850m_0d6f22f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Ria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picoodle.com/view.php?img=/4/2/3/f_DSCN0847m_384242d.jpg&amp;amp;srv=img28" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 119px" height="128" alt="Image Hosting by Picoodle.com" src="http://img28.picoodle.com/img/img28/4/2/3/t_DSCN0847m_384242d.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kecoh2 tak tentu pasal.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah couldn't make it just now... &gt;.&lt; SAD. sunyi seyh dier tkde. Farah was SAD too. aww.&lt;br /&gt;don't be so sad, Fraay... nobody blames you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i withdrew from the dikir barat thing. tannak uhk. nyanyi depan lelaki. datangkan dosa jek.&lt;br /&gt;then2, kalo Ust tau nnti susah.&lt;br /&gt;so i don't want anything to do with it from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH PLAY TOMORROW!! hehehe. my group's play is gonna be real... i dunno, crazy, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's gonna be fun. if i can get over my nerves, that is. huhu~&lt;br /&gt;i haven't memorized my lines lah seyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, i wanna say a real big THANK YOU to my group pasal susah2 jumpe, edit2 kan, especially NADIA, cuz i made u go back home and print the script and blabla. whatever happens tommorow happens, kay?? just have FUN. =D&lt;br /&gt;cheyh. mcm nak aper sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlau!! haven't done compo. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;the bright side? CHINESES NEW YEAR!! 4 days no school lah sey!!! whoopee!!&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK. dah tu there's gonna be a math test on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;TAUHID test after CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sadd. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;nak buat homework lar. byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^ZAffIE^&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-173667410527988575?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/173667410527988575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=173667410527988575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/173667410527988575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/173667410527988575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazylala.html' title='crazyLaLa'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-3890275684716614634</id><published>2008-02-01T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:48:37.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday greens.</title><content type='html'>whoopee!!&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;, baby!&lt;br /&gt;againn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, this week wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;missed 2 whole days&lt;/u&gt; ~__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday i felt, like.. REALLY nauseus the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;kept complaining &lt;i&gt;"wanna baaaarf.... nak muntah lah sey.... sakit peruuut.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tak muntah2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;alhamdulillah.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i had to go to the doctor on tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;doc was like, &lt;i&gt;tappy-tappy-ing&lt;/i&gt; my tummy and blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;said i was slightly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dehydrated&lt;/span&gt;, and also prescribed me a bottle of medicine labeled 'for stomach wind'.&lt;br /&gt;the rehydration salts tasted like &lt;strong&gt;orange syrup mixed with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleakh!! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Doccy had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;compy-tablet&lt;/span&gt;!! the Doccy had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;compy-tablet&lt;/span&gt;!!!! squeeeee!!!!!! i want! i wantttt!! &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ok by tuesday night, actually. but since i had 2 days MC and that we finish LATE on wenesdays i as like... &lt;em&gt;'tk payah suda...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar i know. terok kahnn. dah tu kakak subsitute suro buat excercise bio terus BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. las2 tak buat. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;!! i missed cher Sarinah's lesson on wenesday!!&lt;br /&gt;missed my lesson of free expression.&lt;br /&gt;boohoo =(&lt;br /&gt;AND i wanted to submit my book review...&lt;br /&gt;why i didn't come??&lt;s&gt; blom buat inshaa' &lt;/s&gt;lah... no idea lah seyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;farah didn't come today.&lt;/u&gt; 'ceret-beret'.... again.&lt;br /&gt;poor thing. get well soon, buddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we had our first faraidh lesson.&lt;br /&gt;we have 2 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;memorize&lt;/span&gt; la sey the first page tuh.&lt;br /&gt;dah tu Hadith klaka sey... ketawe sampai sesak nafas... huuhuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher Sumirah didn't come yesterday... today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH MEANT THAT OUR BIO TEST WAS CANCELLED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was all &lt;em&gt;'wheeew~' 'yaay!' 'alhamdulillah'&lt;/em&gt; and so on.&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. i don't know what's wrong with me today.&lt;br /&gt;i kept bumping into people.&lt;br /&gt;budak sec2 la, 3g la, afiqah n farisah la, haziqah la.... tk abes2 sey.&lt;br /&gt;clumsy!! it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; friday, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now during maths we had an 'ability test' to see how good we are in coorinate geometry.&lt;br /&gt;terus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLUR&lt;/span&gt; sey. new topic, and i totally forgot most of the formulas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'how to find the gradient uhh?? kene squared tak?? abeh yang square root tu aper bende?? ape hal nih intercept2... tk faham uhk...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;s&gt;in the end i only got 1 question right&lt;/s&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just now during Qur'an lili an fiqah came in late from d toilet..&lt;br /&gt;and ust. S was like 'cantiknye muke dh pakai bedak...' and she was all SMILEY and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i was like 0_o;; WIERD! you'd think she'd say something like "apasal lambat2 nih?? muke pucat semacam!! pakai bedak ehk???"&lt;br /&gt;good mood gaknye. ntah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoes! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first IT lesson&lt;/span&gt; just now!&lt;br /&gt;quite fun, playing around with the tools on photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not really paying attention to the instructor-lady up front&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;Liyana was playing with Mr. Bean's face!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;in the end she was 'oh my husband! &lt;em&gt;*kisses computer screen*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lerr. i should get her a mr. bean plushie toy or something. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost took the &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt; MRT just now.&lt;br /&gt;until i met Haziqah and she told me i was on the wrong platform.&lt;br /&gt;wahlau. so embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-kaay. that's a really long entry. i wanna go search up some photoshop tuts. weee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ma go now.&lt;br /&gt;signing off!!&lt;br /&gt;XzaffieX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-3890275684716614634?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/3890275684716614634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=3890275684716614634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3890275684716614634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/3890275684716614634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoopee-its-friday-baby-againn-ok-lah.html' title='friday greens.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-4172606345857876119</id><published>2008-01-26T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:45:25.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance Makes The World Go Round.</title><content type='html'>ok. i am blogging for 3 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;a) it's Saturday, for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;b) i seriously can't think of what to put in my book review at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;c) i can't think of another reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so maybe C is an old joke. &gt;.&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's still on fast-forward. and it transcends all in my power to turn in back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;so much to be done. so much to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;haven't done notes... haven't done essay... haven't revised... haven't done homework..&lt;br /&gt;it all just keeps coming.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i wasn't this messed up last year.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. right. i only started taking school seriously this year.&lt;br /&gt;yar. terok kahnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, look...there's a cloud outside that looks like Hello Kitty's head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to say.. because i can't really remember what happened the past week. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all just flies by, lol. &lt;br /&gt;played with candles and fire for Chem.&lt;br /&gt;looked at more cells for Bio.&lt;br /&gt;more memory-defying formulas in physics and maths.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i still don't get the gradient-y-intercept thing.&lt;br /&gt;more sleeping during Inshaa.&lt;br /&gt;did anyone else sleep too??&lt;br /&gt;more note-copying from Ust Zainab.&lt;br /&gt;more theories in Geo.&lt;br /&gt;more stories from Cikgu and Ust Jumu'ah.&lt;br /&gt;more math homework.&lt;br /&gt;more memorizing.&lt;br /&gt;more wacky jokes from Ust Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ust Muz gave us toffee so as to keep us from falling asleep. (it was 3++ pm)&lt;br /&gt;played a memorizing game for Geo.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking project fo Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Acting for English.&lt;br /&gt;Tauhid test coming up.&lt;br /&gt;math test coming up.&lt;br /&gt;book Review due wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my speech succkkkedd!!! seriously.&lt;br /&gt;about marriage and children. no comment la sey! ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, my time this week wasn't very well spent.&lt;br /&gt;lol, i noticed ALOT of us have eyebags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;with a capital W,A,S,T,E and D.&lt;br /&gt;got "dikir barat practice".&lt;br /&gt;said it was "really important"&lt;br /&gt;that "everyone had to come"&lt;br /&gt;because "it's the last time we're training outside"&lt;br /&gt;didn't you guys notice that "the theme's not out yet"??&lt;br /&gt;and that the competition is in "2 months"??&lt;br /&gt;and just when they were about to start i had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;because they "spent a whole hour discussing songs" and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;be more prepared lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am mad. i had half a mind to withdraw that second.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that i absolutely HATE loud traditional thingies.&lt;br /&gt;like that hadra thing at weddings. &lt;br /&gt;ugh. so damn loud!! i can cry lah seyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. breathe in, breathe out. relaax.&lt;br /&gt;i believe blogging is a session for free expression.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if u're offended or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said i shouldn't withdraw, that it'll be "a good experience".&lt;br /&gt;oh well. we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;go out. scream my head of. jump into a pool of icy cold water. be happy.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the next long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|zaffiwah|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-4172606345857876119?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/4172606345857876119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=4172606345857876119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4172606345857876119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4172606345857876119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/distance-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Distance Makes The World Go Round.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-2384927487186585913</id><published>2008-01-21T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:22:36.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naught but the truth.</title><content type='html'>weii ok i know i shouldn't be blogging so i'll make this reeeeeaaaally short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choked, like 3 times already today. twice during recess, and once just now on my bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting this wierd notion that someone's been gossiping about me &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and btw sorry Fraay, Smaay, Jennie, Ria, Saffie cuz i ran off with Dal juz now. especially Fraay, cuz i told u that i' be w8ing 4 u guys downstairs. =_=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lambat lah dei. i seriously wanted to go buy that mocha ice blend. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.. this thing happened in claz just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY got a new english dictionary!! thanks, mum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the thing that happened jux now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened was, i was going gaga and all jakon over the list-of-countries-and-their-capitals-and-currencies, so came along this short dialoge between me and Dal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *dubious grin* Da-li-laa-a-aah, what's the capital of Bahraiin??&lt;br /&gt;D: Manama.&lt;br /&gt;me: amazing.. &gt;.&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! i wonder what she does in her free time... read encyclopedias?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;no offence, Dal, if u're readin' this. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night my family wnet shopping. w/out me. cuz i had homework. =_=""&lt;br /&gt;so when they got home asked i mum what they bought.&lt;br /&gt;and she answered "spongebob underpants."&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "!!!"&lt;br /&gt;ha ha. but they're real cute, u know. they were 4 my brother. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! and i have tips for staying awake after a long day at school!!&lt;br /&gt;-get ur ipod and blast the numa-numa-iei song and do little jerky dances, you'll feel better in no time!!&lt;br /&gt;ok. so that's just one tip. but it worked for me!! ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! this is becomeing longer than i'd planned!! X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE. i'll go do that arab name list now. it's the main reason i on-ed the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0zaffie0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-2384927487186585913?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/2384927487186585913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=2384927487186585913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2384927487186585913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2384927487186585913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/naught-but-truth.html' title='naught but the truth.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-7735183441574464534</id><published>2008-01-19T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:30:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panache! Panache! Panache!</title><content type='html'>Hey Nir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i've cut out ur cerpen from monday's newspaper~!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessar! should i frame it up and put it on the class notice board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;or better yet... @ level 2 so everyone can see!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, tak abes2 eh aku nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ok, so on friday there was this charity concert thing on Suria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and there was ANUAR ZAIN!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;me and mum were screaming like &lt;s&gt;maniacs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was the only reason we watched the charity show.. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;anuar zain put on weight.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;well, ok.. so i noticed the hair ages ago,&lt;br /&gt;but... i hope he put on weight because of &lt;u&gt;body-building&lt;/u&gt;, not anything else. =_=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday there was a wedding kat block seblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;memekak la sey!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai malam plak tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;but it sounded fun, and grand.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all-white, i think. dunno lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;then they had something like these african percussion music.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that uhs. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called fray last night. she said she was practising dikir barat outside.&lt;br /&gt;hel-lo-o!! the competition is, like, in MARCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;we have all the time in the world....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess she's just really, really excited.&lt;br /&gt;eh well, i'm not gonna interfere with her happiness. &gt;.&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i discovered this anime called Le Chevalier D'eon.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really cool. i've always liked French-y stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;like Ozone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the band that sang the numa-numa-iei song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;are they french??&lt;/u&gt; hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maia-hee,maia-hoo,maia-haaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ma go now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;^^Zaffiei&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: school house rock is super LAME. why do these people even bother????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-7735183441574464534?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/7735183441574464534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=7735183441574464534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7735183441574464534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7735183441574464534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/panache-panache-panache.html' title='Panache! 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Panache!'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-751191599619483136</id><published>2008-01-18T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T04:29:02.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>numa-numa-iei</title><content type='html'>OH M G!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i've ever been more grateful for the existence of Friday!&lt;br /&gt;and it's finally here! so -aww-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i love u friday&lt;/span&gt; -snuggle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee! this week was a roller coaster... with slightly less thrill, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sneezing my &lt;em&gt;guts&lt;/em&gt; out at school on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;leaky-leaky nose kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE FINISH EARLY ON TUESDAYS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;but after that i had tuition so i was "alaa.... tk payah sudah.."&lt;br /&gt;i think i used so much energy sneezing that i could've sworn my legs were shaking under my weight after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu didn't come on wed and thur. it was kinda... uh, how do i say it.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dissapointing&lt;/span&gt;, i guess,&lt;br /&gt;mcm tk bes gitu uhk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i tripped on my skirt, like,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; three times&lt;/span&gt; already, this week???&lt;br /&gt;so irritating la!! =_=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday Ust. S asked us to memorize d first 10 Ayat of surah Al-Hujurat.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i didn't notice the part when she said "sape2 yg boleh.." part, because last night i was hafal-ing like maaad!&lt;br /&gt;the first 10 ayat is, like 1 page++??&lt;br /&gt;wahhoo! well, at least kte dh bace depan ust....... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SELAMAT &lt;/span&gt;la sey!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right, then right!!&lt;br /&gt;i always, always, always look forward to Cher Sarinah's lesson evry wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;evry1 got different topics to do a short speech on..&lt;br /&gt;and when it was my turn Tcher was like "&lt;em&gt;Zaf, are you mature&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;uhh.... &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;she asked me that because my Q was about marriage.. kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;then the next day Dal was like "Zafirahh &lt;i&gt;matured&lt;/i&gt; ha-ha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i still haven't finished the review yet.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like someone's put my life video on fast-forward because it's too boring.&lt;br /&gt;and now studies and homework are raining on me like it's nobody's business!!&lt;br /&gt;AND my library books are overdue. 0_0;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..! &lt;strong&gt;TODAY'S FRAY'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy b'day frayy!&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. i think i'll, um, make a sandwich and do dat Bio homework thing.... if i brought home the right workbook! 0_0;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me all!&lt;br /&gt;-zaf. zafzafzafzafzafzafzafzafzafzafzaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-751191599619483136?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/751191599619483136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=751191599619483136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/751191599619483136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/751191599619483136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/numa-numa-iei.html' title='numa-numa-iei'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-8767953687095321981</id><published>2008-01-11T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:53:09.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marit larsen'/><title type='text'>Cyrano Cyrano Cyrano.</title><content type='html'>i'm not feeling very normal today.&lt;br /&gt;honestly??&lt;br /&gt;i feel really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like really really crappy.&lt;br /&gt;one minute happy. the other crappy.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my brain's turned to mush and my muscles are on riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood swing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lahs. they tend to get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;nyAaaAaAAaaaAAAaaaaa X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now in class i kept complaining about how crappy i was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and now at home it's like... sit down, write a little, get up, walk around the house, sit back down, draw a little, get up, sit down, lie down, do some homework, yell at my bro, get up..... every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;ok *&lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;* that's exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i have no mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in these situations it's good to listen to Marit Larsen songs&lt;/span&gt;. =))&lt;br /&gt;you know. the former M2M member.&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that our teachers are pressuring us to work fast.&lt;br /&gt;like, one-worksheet-in-two-minutes fast.&lt;br /&gt;but we were doing it in groups.&lt;br /&gt;our beloved teachers' reason?&lt;br /&gt;"u have to be fast in your o levels".&lt;br /&gt;you mean fast AND accurate, right, cher? =))&lt;br /&gt;bcoz right, kalo fast and wrong kan tk gune..... haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm talking nonsense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe in. breathe out. &lt;em&gt;wheeeeeeew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. hang on. my mood's changing. i'm feeling....&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. still a little crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our S.I teacher didn't come innn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG i was so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;bukan aper... it's not like i'm in trouble or anything.&lt;br /&gt;but with a teacher like her... even if you're not in trouble you'll be in trouble with her one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;uhm, no offence. there ARE benefits of her ways of teaching, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;helps you keep alert.&lt;/span&gt; pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! i so love Marit Larsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has this classic-aura-ish-voice...&lt;br /&gt;like Lily Allen... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joyy, i think i'm cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. WIERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not waste your precious time any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+fifeza+&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Smaay finally got to take A Math!! omg.. now i'm all alone... all my buddies are taking A Math!! except me!! shit! i feel so..... stupid la sey. stupid stupid stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-8767953687095321981?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/8767953687095321981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=8767953687095321981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8767953687095321981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8767953687095321981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/cyrano-cyrano-cyrano.html' title='Cyrano Cyrano Cyrano.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6425136367216074243</id><published>2008-01-10T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T03:09:19.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year.... again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WHY OH WHY do we have 2 go 2 school tomorrow?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's like, only one day.... =_=;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yeesh. mcm malas gituk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YAY JENNIE'S BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;finaly!! missed her alot =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but she lost her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as in, sakit tekak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;poor her!! =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okay.... something really embarassing happened 2 me last Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the soles on my shoes were lousy, and the day was wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;like.. puddles everywhere kinda thing. very slippery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you can guess i had a difficult time going 2 tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was going down some steps under some block when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i fell smack on my butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;like. OUCH. super super OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and people saw me. for goodness' sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of all times for people to be there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i actually said "S**T!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so the chinese lady and two more men behind her could hear me very, very clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;at least i wasn't in uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wahhaho. disaster sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday Cher Sarinah told us to do book reviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;either "The Alchemist" or "The Little Prince".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;there were tons of copies of The Alchemist at Bad Oak Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bedok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bedok Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so needless to say that i've already started reading The Alchemist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's really interesting, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;set in Andalusia (spain). it even mentioned Muslims when the boy journeyed 2 Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OK! TOO MUCH INFO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;go read urselves la. nnti cheating plak kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i wonder what The Little Prince is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmm. teacher did say we can do 2 reviews....... -.-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                                   ------------&gt;          --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ha ha! i made a face!! see??      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok. shutup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! my bro's watching The Emperor's New Groove!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go join him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~zaffie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6425136367216074243?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6425136367216074243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6425136367216074243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6425136367216074243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6425136367216074243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-again.html' title='happy new year.... again?'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-4452979512449091063</id><published>2008-01-06T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:25:17.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Family's out. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;like, more bored than i'll ever be on holls.&lt;br /&gt;and here's the catch- it's NOT a holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do, so blog lah.&lt;br /&gt;(i could be studying, but......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. Cher Aslina has been trying to "scare" us by talking about the new Geo Syllabus for o lvls.&lt;br /&gt;like.... all essay questions kinda thing. sound's scary. but i like essays. if i get to do them one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;not 3 or 4 in a couple of hours. 0_0;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also? i'm NOT looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Qur'an AND Sejarah Islam.&lt;br /&gt;same nenek2 teacher.&lt;br /&gt;aaaack!!!&lt;br /&gt;the bright side??&lt;br /&gt;first period's A Maths, which i'm not taking, so i get to SLEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;for ONE WHOLE HOUR!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fray and Saffie and Ria are so gonna hate me.&lt;br /&gt;if i rub it in their noses, i mean. or was it rub their noses in it?? eh. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! i better remember 2 pack my S.I book.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, staring blankly at me from my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?? Ust. S made me promise her to Khatam Qur'an in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;what sey!!&lt;br /&gt;she like, hates our stupidity and enjoys embarassing us by going through irrelevant procedures (like making all those who haven't khatam Qur'an stand up) and passing off insulting nenek2 remarks (like "mcm nenek banyak hutang" kinda thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has this fearful aura that makes us automatically shut up whenever she enters the class.&lt;br /&gt;like last friday when she strode outta the classroom for something everyone broke into nervous chatter and whining about how we wanted Ust Mahmudah back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i haven't had my fair share of Teacher's Remarks.&lt;br /&gt;"ah, Zafirah dah start ah tu"&lt;br /&gt;"i don't want to catch you dreaming in my class again"&lt;br /&gt;"awak pergi cuci muka... pergi!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Zafirah.&lt;/em&gt; *stare*"&lt;br /&gt;"awak! mane buku awak??"&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on. yup. with a record like that i don't stand a chance becoming a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;heck. i don't even WANT that kinda responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. there's this show on Disney right now  of a bunch of SG wannabes teaching HSM2 dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;the "leader" is a girl named FARAH.&lt;br /&gt;hey farah. hahahahhahaha. ok shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:24. BEDTIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU REVOIR!&lt;br /&gt;*zaff***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-4452979512449091063?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/4452979512449091063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=4452979512449091063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4452979512449091063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4452979512449091063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/familys-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-8958898461537807419</id><published>2008-01-03T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:39:31.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lost cause.</title><content type='html'>one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TGIF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, technically it's 4 words.... but, um, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HECK! sec three ain't no bed of roses!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(you never really liked roses, anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never expected it to be any easier than my past years of school.&lt;br /&gt;but not THIS terrible, man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;already a teacher hates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not. but lemme explain.&lt;br /&gt;S teaches us Qur'an and Sejarah Islam.&lt;br /&gt;our first lesson with her was Qur'an.&lt;br /&gt;and she just HAD to ask me what the islamic date was on that day.&lt;br /&gt;ME, who sits in the back corner of the class, most of the time concealed by Qaqa's head. (no offence, qaqa)&lt;br /&gt;what is it with these teachers?! it's not like they haven't got a myriad of students right in fronta their noses. yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;so ANYWAY, i was stammering when Amirah saved my life... she was hissing "24" at me like mad. and S didn't notice. lucky Amy.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like "24 Zulhijjah.." she was like "tahun brape??" i was like"1428"&lt;br /&gt;then she broke into some thailand story about a guard and a prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;just to embarass me for not saying "24 zulhijjah 1428" in one complete sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT SEYH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just now during S.I she asked me what was the difference between Muslims in Mecca and Muslims in Madinah during the time of Rasulullah (saw).&lt;br /&gt;me: orang Islam di Mekah diseksa oleh.. umm... orang quraish.&lt;br /&gt;S: abes tu orang Madinah?  takde orang tentang?&lt;br /&gt;me: (huh????) umm.... dorang bebas..?&lt;br /&gt;s:*disgusted look* dudok. *asks someone else*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like.... what was that about???&lt;/span&gt; i so can't live with  a SENIOR teacher picking on me ll the time.&lt;br /&gt;at least i only see her 3 times a week. 1 period each. (only?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something wierd happened on the first day of school. it ws about 9.30 pm and i was trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my bro was really noisy.&lt;br /&gt;me: shut up lah.&lt;br /&gt;bro: *ignores* *strides outta the room, mumbling nonsense while at it*&lt;br /&gt;then i had a sudden craving for sausages.&lt;br /&gt;like.... wtf???&lt;em&gt; sausages&lt;/em&gt;?? before bed??? so unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;but i ate them anyway. popped a couple into the toaster oven and waited 10 mins. ate. got chided by mum for eating during bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i took the wrong bus this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i always go from the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;so i saw people boarding the bus next to the bus i'm supposed 2 take.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was my bus.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was wierd that the bus was crowded. usually it ain't.&lt;br /&gt;when the bus took a wrong turn i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;got down. walked all the way to another stop.&lt;br /&gt;at least i wasn't late.&lt;br /&gt;am waking up half an hour earlier than last year. so that i have time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hheeeehooo i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Zah Q is teaching us Hadith this year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy i could've kissed someone.&lt;br /&gt;except i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i didn't bring my hadith book.&lt;br /&gt;0_0 ironic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. guess that's all i have 2 say for now.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;0_o&lt;br /&gt;byes&lt;br /&gt;-ZAFFieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-8958898461537807419?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/8958898461537807419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=8958898461537807419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8958898461537807419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8958898461537807419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-cause.html' title='the lost cause.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-4793725436843895289</id><published>2007-12-31T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:26:51.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two thousand and eight.</title><content type='html'>OMG 2008 ALREADY?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;and school reopens TOMORROW??!?!&lt;br /&gt;oh GOD... this can't be happening..... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my aunt's in the hospital.... high fever due to an infection caused by the wisdom tooth extraction she had a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;aww, get well soon, Bik!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rightoes. first day of the year. time to list my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) proper sleeping pattern. no more sleeping after midnight on weeknights for me.&lt;br /&gt;2)spend wisely. don't buy unnecessary costume jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;3) watch what i eat. NO BUTTER COOKIES!! ='(&lt;br /&gt;4) take studies more seriously. o levels next year beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 4? i guess there're more, only i forgot them =_=''&lt;br /&gt;bah. i think the chipmunk version of Summer Love sounds better  than the original.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS WAS AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn cute!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. mum asked me 2 iron my uniform. just in case i don't have time after coming back from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-byes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-4793725436843895289?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/4793725436843895289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=4793725436843895289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4793725436843895289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/4793725436843895289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-thousand-and-eight.html' title='two thousand and eight.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-5373398599885135788</id><published>2007-12-29T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:12:45.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{Cyrano}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEAH!! i FINALLY CHANGED THE BLOG SKINN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!! congratulate me, everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crickets chirping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt;. SO, if this is your first time visiting here you may have to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; some parts of my previous entries to read them.&lt;br /&gt;see, they're in &lt;strong&gt;WHITE.&lt;/strong&gt; that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LET'S DO SOME HIGHLIGHTING EXERCISES SHALL WE?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;try highlighting this next line to read it:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cingratulations!! you passed the highlighting test!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;NOW.&lt;/span&gt; if you DID successfully highlight the line above you'll have noticed i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;misspelled one word&lt;/span&gt;... which one is it, now???&lt;br /&gt;(you can tell me in the tagboard over there &lt;-- or you could just leave thinking i'm a retard... but i strongly suggest the first option. ^^) SO. &lt;strong&gt;if you passed my little test you'll be able to read my previous entries easily!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unless you have a cataract over your eyes or have really, really bad eyesight and lost your specs, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i never knew changing blog skins can be so tedious! geh. so irritating. all those "a href"s and&lt;br /&gt;s and stuff. &gt;.&lt; color="#ff0000"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but it has &lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY DEPP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on itt!!! woohoo!!!! that's also kinda why i put the Pretty Boy song. wee! hoo! i love JD!!!! ok ok shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lah-di-dah. had a class picnic yesterday. was it yesterday? o yea. ok it was.&lt;br /&gt;was loadsa fun. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we attacked the playgroud like littles kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;with cameras&lt;/em&gt;. ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;i had to go there from potong pasir, since i slept over at nanny's house the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Nanny packed for me chicken rice.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; mmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; XDD&lt;br /&gt;i had to take the MRT, bcuz bibik (she's my aunt, ok. my mom's younger sister. step-sister. like that uh.) had to drive to school (she's a teacher) really early for photo taking. i think.&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; torture&lt;/span&gt;, i tell you. with blistered feet. grrr. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of alighting @ Dhoby Gaut (is that how u spell it?) but then i remembered the place being so huge i was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;afraid of getting lost&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;so i went all the way 2 Outram and switched trains. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet @ 9.30. i reached at 10.20.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the others went ahead and left me behind. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haw haw. it was Azie's farwell/ Nina's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they'll benefit from the prezzies i gave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehees. Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmonks tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;mom's trying 2 spoil my blogging mood by telling me to &lt;em&gt;"wipe the comp cuz it's so dusty".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, fine. i'll do it now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}zaffie{&lt;br /&gt;p.s: anyone notice that my conscience has been reeeaally quiet lately??&lt;br /&gt;(am here, BAKA.)&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-5373398599885135788?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/5373398599885135788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=5373398599885135788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5373398599885135788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5373398599885135788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/cyrano.html' title='{Cyrano}'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6856197123337302947</id><published>2007-12-26T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:59:25.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look! a dark albino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the kinsfolk are coming! THE KINSFOLK ARE COMING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dunnno. i get all paranoid when it comes to family gatherings and birthday parties and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"the kinsfolk are here! RUN!!" THAT kinda paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they're like a whole crowd of people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who supposedly share my bloodline an ancestry and i barely even know their names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you never bothered to know, anyway.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;come on, it's not like there's gonna be a "describe your family tree and list all your relatives" question in 'o' levels, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, at least my brother has it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that five-year-old can charm almost anyone. the little brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm not badmouthing ALL of them. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know quite a few. only we don't exactly share the same line of thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm a japanese-crazed RPG geek. so naturally it's easier to snuggle up with a book in some isolated corner of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;um... i'm talking about my 3-year-old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cousin's birthday bash last tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so many people i didn't recognise, and in the end my mom chided me for not helping out in the kitchen after the party was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the kitchen was small. and there were already several people in it. i figured i'd just get in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la-la-la. picnic tomorow. hopefully everything turns out okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HECK!!!!! school reopens next week shibattaaaa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't think i'm ready. but i guess it'll be ok cuz i won't spend my days skulking around the house bored to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you needn't be bored. there's alot to do. like sorting your underwear.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i did that yesterday, granny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no harm in doing it again.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wtf. i've gotta chow in a few. going to granny's house today~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-zaff!e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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albino!'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-7034217836055806985</id><published>2007-12-17T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T06:28:21.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian idol'/><title type='text'>transcend man's limits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hady won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hady won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hady Mirza won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that is ubber cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i guess now i can't deny that deep down i was secretly hoping he'd win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;GO SINGAPORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kind of unexpected, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and when they announced the winner i literally fell off the chair gaping at the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;guess what. at the same time Hady fell to his knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we both fell. great minds think alike, hey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whoooaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;at least that viet girl didn't win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when she did that "i love rock 'n' roll" with that judge i thought my ears were going to jump off my head and run away in horror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hady and Jac ruled the stage with the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Freedom song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;i think that song is Hady's..... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;good luck charm&lt;/span&gt;. something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;because he performed that during the SG Idol finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and won&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;now he did it in Asian Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mau looked so sad. i kinda liked her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok. not like THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean she has a great voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mike has a great voice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and that indian guy, Abhi-something? i was sorta expecting him 2 win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean, he's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(and married.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yeah. that's sad. =_=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i liked Jac's trench coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but she needs 2 loosen up a little, ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Indonesia mengarot seyh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean, i was trying to watch Agnes Monica's opening performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(did i mention?? Agnes is one of my favourite singers. haha. one of my two reasons i watched Asian Idol last night- the other reason was finding out who won.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and you could hear the backstage people talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so unprofessional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who was that guy? Taylor Hicks? semangat seyh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he even brought a harmonica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;too bad Kelly Clarkson didn't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love her, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;they should've invited someone like Misha Omar, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or Siti. or Anuar Zain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anuar Zain The Heartthrob Who Resembles My Dad But That's Not Why I Like Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;looong nick. but explains everything. almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;mum likes Guy Sebastian's singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i don't exactly agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was @ granny's house last night. so we kinda debated about that through SMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;cute huh? mum and daughter discussing celebrities via SMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the "made in india" song was a classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(must you comment on every nanosecond of last night's show??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bug off. this is MY blog. go get your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(i'm your conscience, babe. what's yours is mine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm. what's yours would be mine, too- except you're only a fragment of my imagination and don't really exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(come now, ain't that a bit too harsh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;of course it's harsh- it's reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but still.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;still what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nevermind....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry. we don't always agree, my conscience and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(that i have to agree.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whatever. today we went to downtown east since i had that 7-year-itch scratch card and i won a free one hour's play @ eXplorer Kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;except i'm too old to go in. so i let my bro have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whilst that me and dad went 2 play @ the arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the strap on one of my sandals, um, broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;is that the right word?? "broke"??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm. so i bought new shoes~ yayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;gosh. it's late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;better go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(zaffie)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-7034217836055806985?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/7034217836055806985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=7034217836055806985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7034217836055806985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7034217836055806985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/transcend-mans-limits.html' title='transcend man&apos;s limits.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-8735342981001128487</id><published>2007-12-16T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T05:58:26.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>much grace, indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHEE! i'm at meh granny's house again. tuitioning with me Aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;alot happened, and i don't wanna get into the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just simply have no mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;feel so... irritable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry if i've offended you with my irritable-ness today, whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ASIAN IDOL is starting soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;personally? i don't think Hady stands a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and also that viet girl can't sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but that's just my opinion. Sorry, Hady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that Mike guy has a romantic voice, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not like i'm one for romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the thought makes me wanna hurl, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who knows? maybe i'll learn in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but right now i couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the Philipino lady is good, too. she has that... "flow", you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and that indian guy.... omg! he so owns the stage. a natural. born to entertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know it's wierd of me, but i think i'll vouch for the indian, despite my, erm, past experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 minutes. i'm off. byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6ZAFFIE9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-8735342981001128487?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/8735342981001128487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=8735342981001128487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8735342981001128487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8735342981001128487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/much-grace-indeed.html' title='much grace, indeed.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-5009848543565983853</id><published>2007-12-12T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T06:22:21.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindless tedium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kamu harus sedar, Ian, kalau kamu itu adalah manusia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADRIAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maksud kamu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;god. THAT was a good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a scene from Hikmah just now. (ep 57)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you'd think he was about to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"maksud kamu? saya bukan malaikat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROTFLOLMAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*pant* okay. whoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i had a looooong day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;had a kick-start when i overslept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tuition starts @ 10.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thought it was like, 9.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but mom was all &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"it's 10.20, you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i was like &lt;em&gt;whaaaat?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha. so much for &lt;em&gt;"getting enough sleep"&lt;/em&gt; during the holls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;after 2tion went 2 meet farah @ tamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mor like &lt;em&gt;wait&lt;/em&gt; for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think i waited for about... half an hour??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;then went to get... *ehem* Ayie's present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-sshh- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the shop was crowded. so we go makan first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-blah blah blah. etc. etc.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;turned out that the book-selling @ school started a tad earlier than we thought it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ust. Q said 3-6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then dorg pandai2 go and change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;aper seyh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;APER SEYH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh my, i just realised that the full stop on my keyeboard just dissapeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the pic. not the key, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm gonna miss that fella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;0_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ school they were out of Geo/Math/chem/phys books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OR i think they didn't have them at all to start with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nya~ so we went 2 popular 2 look for the "missing" books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yay! so i got to pounce on Geo after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;whoopee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kays. better go now, my lovely kitties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(huh?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;TzaffieT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-5009848543565983853?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/5009848543565983853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=5009848543565983853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5009848543565983853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5009848543565983853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/mindless-tedium.html' title='mindless tedium.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-7492225232756834397</id><published>2007-12-11T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:35:27.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whoa. i'm so WASTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or at least i feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's like i haven't been doing anything useful with my life for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the only times i don't feel wasted is during school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;school. school. three more weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as usual. i've been playing Neverwinter Nights 2 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's like being in some sort of PC game frenzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no more massive multiplayer junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's kind of like.... suddenly retreating into yourself after a whole day dealing with other various self-minded characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the way i tend to talk to my conscience to entertain myself at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(boy, SHE's easily entertained..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;speaking of which,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I MISS JENNIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you see, she was the one who introduced the "my conscience has a mind of it's own" concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;boohoo. and i won't be able to call her until the first week of school is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, my. better save up a seat for her up front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*makes a mental note to herself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my table's messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bah. we're buying books 2morrow anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so no point of cleaning it up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuz everything will go back into my cupboard, which will be emptied out again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if not tomorrow, then.... i guess i'll have to do it &lt;em&gt;someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eh well. enough of my wasting your time reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;till next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;0zaffie0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-7492225232756834397?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/7492225232756834397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=7492225232756834397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7492225232756834397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/7492225232756834397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-8273755331984676077</id><published>2007-12-08T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T05:44:27.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too young for a life story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; and YEW, sitting in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;huneemewn&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. that song's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided that the moment i have my next year books &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna pounce on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i so hated my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;geo&lt;/span&gt; marks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hate'em&lt;/span&gt;. =_=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but that's gonna change, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pure bio looks kinda difficult, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;guyz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;with really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; words like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Mitochondria"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(may-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tuh&lt;/span&gt;-con-dray-uh)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and "Lymphatic system"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gosh.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; SCARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eh well. *shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; been talking about how school's reopening in less than a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;come on, guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;23 days ain't that short. make that 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. maybe i AM short of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; GOT to get studying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i have no idea who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;teahing&lt;/span&gt; us next year. =_=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(hardworking much? or overreacting??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;neither. everyone else is probably doing the same thing, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;next two years are gonna be big years for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what with o levels and all. sounds scary, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you're a coward.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;am not. shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(did you know that talking to yourself is a sign of INSANITY??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of course i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(and..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not talking to myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking to YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(you are so THICK...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ignore that. just ignore her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not much progress in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hikmah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;only my mum and i watched the last couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;eps&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy ending, happy ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;villains are so.... evil!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why can't they just give up and DIE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or if they were to live why can't they just live like normal people??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but then, there'd be no spice to the story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..in fact, there won't be any story at all??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yeah. did i mention?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(guess not)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have a new addiction! again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Neverwinter&lt;/span&gt; Nights 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awesome PC game. super graphics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but the cheats ain't so agreeable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean, you can only cheat your way up to level twenty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Aasimars&lt;/span&gt; are difficult to level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i don't know what my feats are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(you sound like a nerd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i do, don't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i better stop, before this sudden attack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nerdiness&lt;/span&gt; gets the better of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Zaffie-X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-8273755331984676077?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/8273755331984676077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=8273755331984676077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8273755331984676077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/8273755331984676077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/too-young-for-life-story.html' title='too young for a life story.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-6295897407025182703</id><published>2007-12-06T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T03:52:51.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>invinciblity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;god.... what a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;started off @ 9 in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and hurried off to the airport in a pair of shoes with painfully slippery soles. &gt;.&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the day was wet. so i kinda had a hard time making my way to the MRT station&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reached at 10:45. 15 minutes late. duuuuuude- and i was ready waay before Farah called to say that we're meeting at 10:30, not 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; and so off we went to meet Jennie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aww, our little girl looked so *cute* in the white dress and jilbab. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay. so she's not exactly little. in the same class, in fact. buddies~yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;speaking of buddies, i've been trying to contact Smaay lately, but no one's answered the phone so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eh. she's prolly on holiday. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after Jennie left, me, Fray and Ria went to eat @ BK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ria's mum went back..... dunno why. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who knew BK meals can be so filling?? i hate being overstuffed. and i hate wasting food, too. =_=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so.. yeah. after our lunch (is a hershey's cake considered lunch?? ria had that...)- okay. somewhat-not-lunch we went to play on the sky trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;uh. not exactly play.... but we acted pretty much like little kids on'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;crowding over that oh-so-tiny front window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i wonder if people were staring. didn't bother to check. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to T3. nothing there. so we wento to T1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we saw a mob of screaming girls in the arrival hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;apparently some chinese/taiwanese/whatever-ese celeb just arrived, because the screaming girls were all chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so the three of us hung around to see which celeb it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we saw him/them. didna recognise whoever that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then when we were back @ t2 mum called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my dad was w8ing 4 me to come home, so we can go see Enchanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was a fun movie. fun indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and when the movie was over and the lights went back on, i found my clothes covered in popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how that happened, was beyond me. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh my god. Hikmah's gonna start soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;time to start romancing with the cushions whenever i see Gunawan's face again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'd be twisting them like my life depended on it. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what can i say. Guawan's HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my mummy thinks so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zaffie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-6295897407025182703?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/6295897407025182703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=6295897407025182703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6295897407025182703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/6295897407025182703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/invinciblity.html' title='invinciblity.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-2896392492144244057</id><published>2007-12-05T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:44:01.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh my, slumber was the only medicine for me, after killing many a giant rat, man-eating plants and whatnot in the dwarven mines of Ehb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but alas, though i have ventured deep, i could not find the brother of my dear dwarf companion, Torg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not to worry, my brave heroes and i will not give up. Krug are no match for my mages, archers and swordsmen. (that's because i have cheats for invincibility and max stats...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the heck am i talking about, u ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's my new addiction. say hello to Dungeon Seige: Legends Of Aranna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok, so maybe certain parts like the Crypts and the glitterdlive-underpass thingy gave me the heebie jeebies, but overall it's pretty fun. (ESPECIALLY when you have friggin' cheats and set the difficulty level to "hard"...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;played it as soon as i settled down after coming back from tuition this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i gave up looking for the damn dwarf and plonked on m'bed at around five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woke up at seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm so wasted, indeed i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and exhausted, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cuz i slept at two last night watching numb3rs with my Aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(slept over @ granny's house. yayyyy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;which reminds me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;last night my lil bro called and he was all weepy and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he said he MISSED me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was surprised, and, well, *kinda* touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeesh. you'd think he'd be happy if i ain't @ home for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seeing Jennie off @ the airport tomorrow inshaAllah. woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha. till next time everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zaffie~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-2896392492144244057?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/2896392492144244057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=2896392492144244057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2896392492144244057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/2896392492144244057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-my-slumber-was-only-medicine-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4384181946035241493.post-5680675255920894142</id><published>2007-12-04T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:07:40.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black-and-white-narcotic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;am @ granny's house now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for some tuition-ing with my aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;helped out in tuh kitchen a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who knew carrots were so &lt;em&gt;disagreeable&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or maybe the knife was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahaha. well. that's over. wee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I WA SUCH AN IDIOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all i had to do was click that little "revert to classic" button under the HTML place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;could have done that MONTHS ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what the hell man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you see, had probs using templates from blogskins.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;another sad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i ain't goin' overseas this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom has this exam comin' up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;driving test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;accounts thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*idly chews on nail and stares out window*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think i'll go raid the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*zaffie*&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4384181946035241493-5680675255920894142?l=shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/feeds/5680675255920894142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4384181946035241493&amp;postID=5680675255920894142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5680675255920894142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4384181946035241493/posts/default/5680675255920894142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shugaholique-zaffie.blogspot.com/2007/12/black-and-white-narcotic.html' title='black-and-white-narcotic.'/><author><name>ZAPHYRA&amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16027140083044614736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xx5dHq-8t4Y/SreBkpwE8PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hV8cASQ4hng/S220/phyreabunnilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
