<?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-6071830301599261293</id><updated>2011-09-17T05:44:37.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simplyME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7824207649390286863</id><published>2010-12-21T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:43:38.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TRBakPQidSI/AAAAAAAACdI/6ofxIa3fT_o/s1600/tumblr_l4pbol1r9g1qc5dnjo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553037919165510946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TRBakPQidSI/AAAAAAAACdI/6ofxIa3fT_o/s400/tumblr_l4pbol1r9g1qc5dnjo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7824207649390286863?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7824207649390286863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7824207649390286863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7824207649390286863' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TRBakPQidSI/AAAAAAAACdI/6ofxIa3fT_o/s72-c/tumblr_l4pbol1r9g1qc5dnjo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6357337280849043814</id><published>2010-10-30T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:34:10.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TMw6pB1hu6I/AAAAAAAACdA/STmPauA7n8A/s1600/tumblr_laer94wq8M1qzi15io1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533862518673488802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TMw6pB1hu6I/AAAAAAAACdA/STmPauA7n8A/s400/tumblr_laer94wq8M1qzi15io1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; In a good way though... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6357337280849043814?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6357337280849043814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6357337280849043814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#6357337280849043814' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TMw6pB1hu6I/AAAAAAAACdA/STmPauA7n8A/s72-c/tumblr_laer94wq8M1qzi15io1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6180277899774710723</id><published>2010-10-17T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:35:12.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TLqYxBOKYEI/AAAAAAAACc4/G7HTLg0wypU/s1600/tumblr_l0kgv4VwDw1qbas1so1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528899460459552834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TLqYxBOKYEI/AAAAAAAACc4/G7HTLg0wypU/s400/tumblr_l0kgv4VwDw1qbas1so1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindda sick yet still active. x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6180277899774710723?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6180277899774710723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6180277899774710723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#6180277899774710723' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TLqYxBOKYEI/AAAAAAAACc4/G7HTLg0wypU/s72-c/tumblr_l0kgv4VwDw1qbas1so1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3804899974093983730</id><published>2010-10-10T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:55:02.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;For the past few months, I was not myself. I hold myself back in being myself. I was not as fun as I used to be in school, not so talkative and sociable. I had the feeling of being alone all the time, thinking that I'll be ok if I got no friends. Thinking back, and looking at my results, I feel the urge of doing better, and heck yea, who needs friends when they are just there and gone in a few months. I don't need that kind of friends. I can still live and survive with the people that I love and treasure most. And I don't care if they say I'm anti-social, boring or whatever. For what I know, I am what and who I am. I just realise that now, all that matter is being early and punctual too school and to do GREAT in my daily grades, since the new semester is around the corner, and for the fact that I need to a so-called personal assistant to my dear friend, who keeps on having problems with either work, school, her guy and her laptop. Anw I feel proud of myself, as for all the hard work that I've put in my studies, it pays off. Well, apart from the deduction of my grades due to all the downgrading, and that my grades decrease because of it, I know I did great. And I'm ready to do better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3804899974093983730?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3804899974093983730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3804899974093983730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3804899974093983730' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3081578919095976220</id><published>2010-09-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T05:23:19.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TJIH1uWnpoI/AAAAAAAACcw/9rX5-sCYICs/s1600/my+grades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517481113039644290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TJIH1uWnpoI/AAAAAAAACcw/9rX5-sCYICs/s400/my+grades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking at my grades for this semester, I'm just wishing the best for my UT3 grades. And especially to my Drawing module. Though I have improved a little by 1 grade, I still don't think that would be enough for me in order to pass my overall grade. My daily grades are all average. I'm just wishing myself the best despite that I messed up a little bit on my UT3 Drawing. I hope I could maintain my GPA for this semester. On another note, I have to buck up on my CE Points, like seriously. That is like the key thing in order for me to graduate. What the hell was I thinking last year man... Only 16 points for the past a year and a half in RP! Jeez! Pfffft!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3081578919095976220?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3081578919095976220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3081578919095976220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#3081578919095976220' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TJIH1uWnpoI/AAAAAAAACcw/9rX5-sCYICs/s72-c/my+grades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5543396397699669183</id><published>2010-09-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:06:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TI-O-rQ3xOI/AAAAAAAACco/phhWVQPv9uA/s1600/bday+wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516785275968668898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TI-O-rQ3xOI/AAAAAAAACco/phhWVQPv9uA/s400/bday+wish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just received tonnes of birthday wishes. This is only part of it. At first i really didnt thot no one would care to wish me, but when I logged in to FB, I was totally taken by suprise, in a good way though. I'm so thankful and grateful to these people to bother to wish me. Some were expected, and some was totally unexpected, which made me feel touched. It feels really nice to realise that u are surrounded by people that care and loved u. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5543396397699669183?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5543396397699669183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5543396397699669183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#5543396397699669183' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TI-O-rQ3xOI/AAAAAAAACco/phhWVQPv9uA/s72-c/bday+wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-8344908762951066053</id><published>2010-09-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:38:12.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TIBfW6oNNfI/AAAAAAAACcg/Oy6NkWRMiOc/s1600/tumblr_l7kw0iqJkp1qaligpo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512510791201142258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TIBfW6oNNfI/AAAAAAAACcg/Oy6NkWRMiOc/s400/tumblr_l7kw0iqJkp1qaligpo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TIBfWby78QI/AAAAAAAACcY/5whr6xnjtnw/s1600/tumblr_l2ewywLIXd1qzdr4go1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512510782924648706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TIBfWby78QI/AAAAAAAACcY/5whr6xnjtnw/s400/tumblr_l2ewywLIXd1qzdr4go1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-8344908762951066053?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8344908762951066053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8344908762951066053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8344908762951066053' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TIBfW6oNNfI/AAAAAAAACcg/Oy6NkWRMiOc/s72-c/tumblr_l7kw0iqJkp1qaligpo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5880467199613209624</id><published>2010-08-19T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:13:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGyhAjNS3eI/AAAAAAAACcI/R8AFfTImuo8/s1600/tumblr_l5tdi6ibwd1qaobbko1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506953475190349282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGyhAjNS3eI/AAAAAAAACcI/R8AFfTImuo8/s400/tumblr_l5tdi6ibwd1qaobbko1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGyhAdFR4nI/AAAAAAAACcA/1Ho7oOV5l3M/s1600/tumblr_l3v1r1tt7t1qalet0o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506953473546117746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGyhAdFR4nI/AAAAAAAACcA/1Ho7oOV5l3M/s400/tumblr_l3v1r1tt7t1qalet0o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGyhAKWYrCI/AAAAAAAACb4/WbRzlOozi8c/s1600/tumblr_l353niU6X21qbu6ago1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506953468517592098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGyhAKWYrCI/AAAAAAAACb4/WbRzlOozi8c/s400/tumblr_l353niU6X21qbu6ago1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5880467199613209624?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5880467199613209624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5880467199613209624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#5880467199613209624' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGyhAjNS3eI/AAAAAAAACcI/R8AFfTImuo8/s72-c/tumblr_l5tdi6ibwd1qaobbko1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-8645229495233353037</id><published>2010-08-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:55:15.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGndalixxQI/AAAAAAAACbw/4nj6SJ25a7A/s1600/ramadhan-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506175468261459202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGndalixxQI/AAAAAAAACbw/4nj6SJ25a7A/s400/ramadhan-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Selamat Menjalankan Ibadah Puasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-8645229495233353037?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8645229495233353037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8645229495233353037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#8645229495233353037' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TGndalixxQI/AAAAAAAACbw/4nj6SJ25a7A/s72-c/ramadhan-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-2329307998025339131</id><published>2010-07-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:11:13.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TEhb-ff6dPI/AAAAAAAACbE/vIHi6s9-PII/s1600/tumblr_ky8e9zbm9O1qzbqvao1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496744474371060978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TEhb-ff6dPI/AAAAAAAACbE/vIHi6s9-PII/s400/tumblr_ky8e9zbm9O1qzbqvao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But most of time it's the one on the right. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-2329307998025339131?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2329307998025339131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2329307998025339131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#2329307998025339131' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TEhb-ff6dPI/AAAAAAAACbE/vIHi6s9-PII/s72-c/tumblr_ky8e9zbm9O1qzbqvao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5081259262064566314</id><published>2010-07-12T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:53:47.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3LBoKlMI/AAAAAAAACa8/glyKp5s0Lqk/s1600/Despicable-Me-691x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493044833063441602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3LBoKlMI/AAAAAAAACa8/glyKp5s0Lqk/s400/Despicable-Me-691x1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3K2QvEDI/AAAAAAAACa0/e2GsC_wjkeU/s1600/12072010965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493044830012379186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3K2QvEDI/AAAAAAAACa0/e2GsC_wjkeU/s400/12072010965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3KcQ4fQI/AAAAAAAACas/FeBeC5qM-xM/s1600/12072010959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493044823033675010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3KcQ4fQI/AAAAAAAACas/FeBeC5qM-xM/s400/12072010959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3KIlArLI/AAAAAAAACak/tV9lT6lbDcc/s1600/12072010961-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493044817749388466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3KIlArLI/AAAAAAAACak/tV9lT6lbDcc/s400/12072010961-vert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3JVXQC_I/AAAAAAAACac/Zmcwg9ap_68/s1600/12072010964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493044804001467378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3JVXQC_I/AAAAAAAACac/Zmcwg9ap_68/s400/12072010964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just came back from meeting my bf just now. Had a GREAT time with him. We decided to catch a movie which we hadn't really watched before, which is 3D movie, and the movie that we watched was Despicable Me in 3D. I just loovee the kiut yellow menions in the movie. It really made the movie a less emotional movie than how it could be esp during the part where the kids had to leave the house and the part when the yellow menions and the kids gave up their money &amp;amp; whatever they have for the sake of fulfilling the guy's mission.. awwwhh.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5081259262064566314?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5081259262064566314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5081259262064566314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#5081259262064566314' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDs3LBoKlMI/AAAAAAAACa8/glyKp5s0Lqk/s72-c/Despicable-Me-691x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3762781727303810382</id><published>2010-07-09T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:53:03.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDa4b1sCtbI/AAAAAAAACaU/T7EFQm1SYU0/s1600/hot+jacob!+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491779584032683442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDa4b1sCtbI/AAAAAAAACaU/T7EFQm1SYU0/s400/hot+jacob!+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDa4buZHxTI/AAAAAAAACaM/J4EnU-9l0MY/s1600/hot+jacob!+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491779582074275122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDa4buZHxTI/AAAAAAAACaM/J4EnU-9l0MY/s400/hot+jacob!+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDa4bRdVjjI/AAAAAAAACaE/Jl0YONivEW4/s1600/hot+jacob!2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491779574307327538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDa4bRdVjjI/AAAAAAAACaE/Jl0YONivEW4/s400/hot+jacob!2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*melting.....*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3762781727303810382?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3762781727303810382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3762781727303810382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#3762781727303810382' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TDa4b1sCtbI/AAAAAAAACaU/T7EFQm1SYU0/s72-c/hot+jacob!+3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-2868775323477321016</id><published>2010-06-28T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:42:04.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCR9SjJ0I/AAAAAAAACZ0/YtPXmHU5ZJ0/s1600/27062010741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849759716878146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCR9SjJ0I/AAAAAAAACZ0/YtPXmHU5ZJ0/s400/27062010741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCRQcQwwI/AAAAAAAACZs/55AU4Gy0Veg/s1600/27062010737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849747678020354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCRQcQwwI/AAAAAAAACZs/55AU4Gy0Veg/s400/27062010737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCQ3nj7rI/AAAAAAAACZk/ZmQawqUOZrI/s1600/27062010742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849741014527666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCQ3nj7rI/AAAAAAAACZk/ZmQawqUOZrI/s400/27062010742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCQYFFMSI/AAAAAAAACZc/J_9owkkkyqU/s1600/27062010743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849732548407586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCQYFFMSI/AAAAAAAACZc/J_9owkkkyqU/s400/27062010743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCP6m4TsI/AAAAAAAACZU/JtA5cCJ89xE/s1600/27062010744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487849724637105858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCP6m4TsI/AAAAAAAACZU/JtA5cCJ89xE/s400/27062010744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a lovely day with bf yesterday. Went out almost the whole day together. Wish we could do it more often! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-2868775323477321016?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2868775323477321016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2868775323477321016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2868775323477321016' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCjCR9SjJ0I/AAAAAAAACZ0/YtPXmHU5ZJ0/s72-c/27062010741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3404292060830489065</id><published>2010-06-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T06:51:26.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCS0EYcnFRI/AAAAAAAACZM/7avvTfvuDiY/s1600/tumblr_l19ytbDccS1qa9la0o1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486708233419035922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCS0EYcnFRI/AAAAAAAACZM/7avvTfvuDiY/s400/tumblr_l19ytbDccS1qa9la0o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3404292060830489065?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3404292060830489065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3404292060830489065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3404292060830489065' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TCS0EYcnFRI/AAAAAAAACZM/7avvTfvuDiY/s72-c/tumblr_l19ytbDccS1qa9la0o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4758456371670399068</id><published>2010-06-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:51:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TBeELQoZBqI/AAAAAAAACZE/TmWvjTfJKNc/s1600/x_b2bd0840_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482996400324675234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TBeELQoZBqI/AAAAAAAACZE/TmWvjTfJKNc/s400/x_b2bd0840_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time I felt the desire to splurge my money on the things that I want. I know I'm working right now, but it just feels like I am not at all. Maybe because I worried too much on other things that I neglect to fulfill my own needs. Now it feels like somehow quality is becoming my concern when shopping. Maybe the fact that I know that I'm making money that I want "good" stuffs. Somehow I wish money would fall from the sky. HAHA *DREAM-ON!* =_=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4758456371670399068?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4758456371670399068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4758456371670399068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4758456371670399068' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TBeELQoZBqI/AAAAAAAACZE/TmWvjTfJKNc/s72-c/x_b2bd0840_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7489310513032102243</id><published>2010-06-11T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:30:07.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TBGr4nWH8uI/AAAAAAAACY0/Fdy3cWXAGgY/s1600/tumblr_kyvglktUJ51qzs6uro1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481351210609406690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TBGr4nWH8uI/AAAAAAAACY0/Fdy3cWXAGgY/s400/tumblr_kyvglktUJ51qzs6uro1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last night or shall I say this morning I chat with my friend who was in my sem 2 class. I talked about a few things with her that's been running in my mind lately. I was quite relieved after the chat as she gave me some views and advice which I've never thot about. It was like a breathe of fresh air though the problem was not gone completely. But somehow the chat lifts some burden off my shoulder. And I'm very grateful for that. Maybe sometimes things didn't go our way because of wrong timing. And I think I should give this a pause for a little while, hoping it would be ok by then. Cuz it's been years &amp;amp; I really don't want to throw it away just like that, well unless, the other party insist on being apart instead. I don't blame her. Mostly it's my fault I guess. So she have the right to feel that way. Just want her to be happy with whatever way she wants it to be. I heart her truthfully. But I know my ways are wrong, so, guilty's been charged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, I really can't wait to go back school. It's so boring staying at home doing nothing, and doing the same routine over and over again, waking up late &amp;amp; do nothing. Seriously, it bores me to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7489310513032102243?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7489310513032102243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7489310513032102243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7489310513032102243' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TBGr4nWH8uI/AAAAAAAACY0/Fdy3cWXAGgY/s72-c/tumblr_kyvglktUJ51qzs6uro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4120517464814187021</id><published>2010-06-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:47:24.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TA2jMabR6aI/AAAAAAAACYs/P0YigBOISXM/s1600/Old_friends__Old_times__by_CupcakeMoonster_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480215755227261346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TA2jMabR6aI/AAAAAAAACYs/P0YigBOISXM/s400/Old_friends__Old_times__by_CupcakeMoonster_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I miss my friends. :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4120517464814187021?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4120517464814187021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4120517464814187021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4120517464814187021' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TA2jMabR6aI/AAAAAAAACYs/P0YigBOISXM/s72-c/Old_friends__Old_times__by_CupcakeMoonster_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-9134254639012358462</id><published>2010-06-02T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:15:58.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TAUx0bzebJI/AAAAAAAACYU/yN-0OGR5xH0/s1600/tumblr_l3ailrAYS71qzfya1o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477839298652695698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TAUx0bzebJI/AAAAAAAACYU/yN-0OGR5xH0/s400/tumblr_l3ailrAYS71qzfya1o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How ironic is that when I'm supposed to rest after being stuffed with drugs, now having difficulty to sleep. My mind feel like as if I'm on lala land and my body felt as if I could just melt into my bed. But how on earth could I sleep when I'm awake &amp;amp; blogging on the net. Oh man. Now I don't even understand what I just wrote. My mind feels like its gonna go haywire soon. Gossh. It's midnight &amp;amp; everyone's asleep. Except me. I should be the first to turn in as I'm having fever for like 4 days straight. Maybe this fever made my mind go cuckoo! I just hope I could sleep, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-9134254639012358462?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9134254639012358462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9134254639012358462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#9134254639012358462' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TAUx0bzebJI/AAAAAAAACYU/yN-0OGR5xH0/s72-c/tumblr_l3ailrAYS71qzfya1o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-9162588291603710502</id><published>2010-06-01T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:44:34.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TARza-2SWaI/AAAAAAAACYM/26ScNFfBvUg/s1600/vdnopegte-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477629954173852066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TARza-2SWaI/AAAAAAAACYM/26ScNFfBvUg/s400/vdnopegte-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh well. Holidays hasn't been that fun for me. I'm down with 38.9 degree fever (again...) + sore throat/cough &amp;amp; flu. Haix. I don't know why I'm not immune to this illness. Everytime when I'm sick it's always this "combo". Maybe the fact that my body is like a child's immune system that made me fall sick easily. Anyway, today I'm feeling a bit better. So maybe that explain the hype of a moment of vanity using my webcam. lol. I just wanna get well real soon. Can't wait to enjoy my holiday to the fullest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;There's always a kid in everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:D &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-9162588291603710502?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9162588291603710502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9162588291603710502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#9162588291603710502' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/TARza-2SWaI/AAAAAAAACYM/26ScNFfBvUg/s72-c/vdnopegte-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1010766381805254264</id><published>2010-05-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:21:06.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_8YEtiheZI/AAAAAAAACYE/zxE8-NY8nSY/s1600/29640_452642883503_747633503_6019331_4444241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476122141128751506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_8YEtiheZI/AAAAAAAACYE/zxE8-NY8nSY/s400/29640_452642883503_747633503_6019331_4444241_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_8YEOABi9I/AAAAAAAACX8/QKg1B4KRF1o/s1600/31088_1444975692990_1491060401_1153378_5906182_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476122132662553554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_8YEOABi9I/AAAAAAAACX8/QKg1B4KRF1o/s400/31088_1444975692990_1491060401_1153378_5906182_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_8YDqreS8I/AAAAAAAACX0/zAnQWHJ-KHE/s1600/31088_1444975812993_1491060401_1153380_3499981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476122123181116354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_8YDqreS8I/AAAAAAAACX0/zAnQWHJ-KHE/s400/31088_1444975812993_1491060401_1153380_3499981_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeayy! Finally! It's holiday! Anyway...now I can use this time to chill, spend some time with friends and complete my school work that I've left out for the past few days. Yesterday my module was fun. My module was Art of Story and we were supposed to act like some "paparazzi". Sounds interesting right?? I know. And it is! My team managed to capture 3 conversations of random people. And from that, our task is to create a dialogue story from 1 out of the 3 conversations that we have. I just love this course man... but at the same time, I'm scared. Cuz I heard in sem 2 and in year 3 there will be tonnes of work to do. *bitenails* I hope I would be able to catch up.. Anyway, despite the fact that it's holiday and I'm quite excited about it, on the contrary, I woke up like as if I'm going to school! wth. And u know what, the first thing I said when I woke up, &amp;amp; when I realised it is actually a holi-day, F***!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1010766381805254264?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1010766381805254264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1010766381805254264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1010766381805254264' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_8YEtiheZI/AAAAAAAACYE/zxE8-NY8nSY/s72-c/29640_452642883503_747633503_6019331_4444241_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-359244243616492607</id><published>2010-05-24T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:44:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_qB3CCdt8I/AAAAAAAACXs/GlpZ01lrMeg/s1600/20090603_suju_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474831079462254530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_qB3CCdt8I/AAAAAAAACXs/GlpZ01lrMeg/s400/20090603_suju_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ehem ehem.. I would like you all to meet my infatuation-hottie-scandal-crush, Han Geng. hehehehee. naaahhh.. just kidding. Even I would be embarrassed if I have a scandal with that kind of name! hahaha. No offense hor. For the past few weeks, this classmate of mine keeps on playing korean songs and projects it in class. Which ended up after a few weeks, I accidentally fall for his hot moves and gorgeous looks. Actually to be honest in real life he's not that dashing uh, bt in the video clip he's like ohh-so-HOT! With his sleek moves and hot looks! I can just melt as I watch him dance.. *sigh* oh well. He'll now safe in my "spare pocket" for now. nyahahahahaax! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-359244243616492607?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/359244243616492607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/359244243616492607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#359244243616492607' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_qB3CCdt8I/AAAAAAAACXs/GlpZ01lrMeg/s72-c/20090603_suju_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7861444523403677933</id><published>2010-05-23T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:15:59.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_iq8FFhISI/AAAAAAAACXk/dX8ahFMJakg/s1600/tumblr_l2cxryttqu1qb1kaao1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474313296203030818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_iq8FFhISI/AAAAAAAACXk/dX8ahFMJakg/s400/tumblr_l2cxryttqu1qb1kaao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time, I will say SCHOOL IS FUN! I LOVE COMING TO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timetable is awesome! I think I can get the hang of this artistic studies. Maybe I would become some artistic person someday. lol. Anyway, what I know is, I wanna do well this sem. My module is really interesting and am really loving it! Well, it's just been a few weeks, so I think there's plenty of time for improvement. I know it sounds weird. But heck yeah! I LOVE SCHOOL! STA ROCKS MY SOCKS! hahhaha. oh. And my new classmates is real cool too. You would hear the sound of "noise" early in the morn, and u will know it comes from E35B. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway...I had a great time yesterday wit bf &amp;amp; his family. We all decided to throw a birthday suprise for bf's mom as she reached home. It was cute laaa.. All of bf's sis's &amp;amp; bro's were like stunned when she's at the door, not a single "Suprise!" till I was the first to shout "Happy Birthday!" to her. Think they were paiseyy to shout like a kid when all of em' are like "old". hahahaa. But I really had a good time. Not that we get to that everyday.. All are busy with their lives and seldom do they get together and do stuff like this. So which is why I myself decided to be involved and be part of the picture. Well, especially me &amp;amp; bf has now reached to a year and half. I feel it IS time to be part of the picture. I hope in the future things will be just fine for me and for us. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7861444523403677933?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7861444523403677933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7861444523403677933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7861444523403677933' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S_iq8FFhISI/AAAAAAAACXk/dX8ahFMJakg/s72-c/tumblr_l2cxryttqu1qb1kaao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-8272515573083756095</id><published>2010-05-02T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:19:14.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S9z8FhpFitI/AAAAAAAACXU/PjxZJnXAMU4/s1600/4442714893_ced78dfa97_b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466521219581184722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S9z8FhpFitI/AAAAAAAACXU/PjxZJnXAMU4/s320/4442714893_ced78dfa97_b_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally! I updated my blog... Things had been kindda hectic for the past few weeks. I barely have time for myself. I had to juggle studies with my tution schedule as their exams are coming (for P4 that is..). So ended up I had a 39.2 degree fever. My head felt like it could explode anytime.. '-.- But i'm ok now. I just can't wait to get well. So that I could catch up some things which I've elft behind due to being sick and weak. Darn! Year 2 really is challenging. Despite I'm not that artistic &amp;amp; creative when it comes to drawings, making stories &amp;amp; etc, I feel I'm doing pretty good at it. And I am quite satisfied &amp;amp; proud bout that. :) Anyway school has been good fun with new classmates. Well though sometimes I do wish to get out from it cuz it's too noisy &amp;amp; kecoh, I enjoyed having their company &amp;amp; presence as my classmate. I'm minggling quite ok with them, not that close though, but still ok. First week's module grade is fine. It's just the beginning of the school anyway...so it's quite acceptable. Oh man...I really wanna get well soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;p.s I hate the fact RP doesn't have Labour Day's holiday. urgh!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-8272515573083756095?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8272515573083756095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8272515573083756095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8272515573083756095' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S9z8FhpFitI/AAAAAAAACXU/PjxZJnXAMU4/s72-c/4442714893_ced78dfa97_b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5370692882792578963</id><published>2010-04-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:21:29.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7_rTA6d20I/AAAAAAAACXM/vkS9r5YaRmk/s1600/09042010388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339985291598658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7_rTA6d20I/AAAAAAAACXM/vkS9r5YaRmk/s320/09042010388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7_rSmXGjcI/AAAAAAAACXE/wmRxEAkbERM/s1600/09042010393-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458339978163948994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7_rSmXGjcI/AAAAAAAACXE/wmRxEAkbERM/s320/09042010393-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just got back from a morning walk at the park. It was so nice. I just love the greenery and the cool breeze in the morning. It makes me feel nostalgic like as if it is back during the kampung days. Anyway, I went out for a stroll at Chua Chu Kang Park, and I took a chance to walk inside the forest a little. Who knows I could caught a durian?? haha! oh my god hannah...out of all the things, durian! Anyway, when I got back, it just started to rain. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah...&lt;/em&gt; Thank god I've reached home on time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday I accompanied fiza to changi. The plan was to go to her friend's party. But she was having doubts, so ended up we walked back &amp;amp; forth and didnt went to the party. Oh well. We didn't lose anything though even despite we didn't went for it. We had some moments sitting at this jetty or something and talking crap..and the wind was so nice at night, and the sounds of the ocean. Oh. How I wish I had a home near the beach. I will go out every morning &amp;amp; night and head to the beach alone &amp;amp; enjoy the scenery. hahaa. Anyway, my legs still hurt though due to last night.. Urgh.. Fiza..! This is your fault! heehee. Joking jeee. :D Oh well, I just wish I could to changi beach one day. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S Thank you baby for being our chauffeur yesterday. hehehe. love you lots! I owe you one. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5370692882792578963?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5370692882792578963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5370692882792578963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5370692882792578963' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7_rTA6d20I/AAAAAAAACXM/vkS9r5YaRmk/s72-c/09042010388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4618420922877718911</id><published>2010-04-06T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:28:28.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7pveV72TFI/AAAAAAAACW8/vmCsyaYntT8/s1600/tumblr_kwzusqGTg11qacy6io1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456796465587702866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7pveV72TFI/AAAAAAAACW8/vmCsyaYntT8/s320/tumblr_kwzusqGTg11qacy6io1_400_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought our schedule could be so packed till we couldn't even spare some time for meet-ups. Well I'm fully aware of the fact that we could only make short meet-ups despite both of us lived far away from each other &amp;amp; we are busy with our own things. I know this will occur more often from time to time. I just have to get use to it. Well, look at the bright side, we both could use a little breather... Anyway, it will be refreshing to finally meet and have a hell of a day together, after some time. That would be nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.S Baby, I love you. Don't ever let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4618420922877718911?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4618420922877718911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4618420922877718911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4618420922877718911' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7pveV72TFI/AAAAAAAACW8/vmCsyaYntT8/s72-c/tumblr_kwzusqGTg11qacy6io1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7804594824567716645</id><published>2010-04-04T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:41:56.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7lIwbRht6I/AAAAAAAACW0/uWu9G9r-FUw/s1600/20090112203530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456472420328257442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7lIwbRht6I/AAAAAAAACW0/uWu9G9r-FUw/s320/20090112203530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People tend to forget the things that they have, and chase after what that they don't have. They often forget that what they have is far more valuable and precious compared to what they are chasing for. Thus these people would tend to &lt;u&gt;take things for granted&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;failed to appreciate what they have.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now living my life in a different direction as compared to how I do last time. When I was young, I dreamed of having &lt;u&gt;beautiful clothes&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;nice shoes&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;lots of money&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;live life to the fullest&lt;/u&gt;. But now all of it doesn't really matter to me. I feel having &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; and my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;loved ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; beside me is more than enough to make me happy. Having all those things that I have doesn't satisfy my needs. It does, only to a certain extent. But more importantly, having those who loved you &amp;amp; care for you is all it takes to get that &lt;b&gt;ultimate satisfaction&lt;/b&gt; in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a time for every one of us to realize of what we have and ignore those that we want but isnt that important and neccessary in life. I believe every one will have their time. It's just a matter of they are willing to accept it or not. And I do think that it's time for us to appreciate what we have, before it's &lt;u&gt;too late.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7804594824567716645?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7804594824567716645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7804594824567716645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7804594824567716645' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S7lIwbRht6I/AAAAAAAACW0/uWu9G9r-FUw/s72-c/20090112203530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3118383979025113607</id><published>2010-03-29T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:49:36.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S66pqFiFDtI/AAAAAAAACS4/XWl1F32apb8/s1600/26032010329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453482739296964306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S66pqFiFDtI/AAAAAAAACS4/XWl1F32apb8/s320/26032010329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S66pp0h26rI/AAAAAAAACSw/e2xwg7nWM1E/s1600/26032010330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453482734732634802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S66pp0h26rI/AAAAAAAACSw/e2xwg7nWM1E/s320/26032010330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is my kids. I mean my tution kids. The younger one is Sharmin while the ilder one is Naznin. They are such an adorable kids, with their own unique personalities. Sometimes, I tried not to laugh in front of them whenever they make lame but funny remarks. But they can be annoying at times. Well they're just kids, wht do you expect ryt? Anyway, I wish I would follow my sister's footsteps in the future. Actually I wanted to, but I don't know. It's just not something I REALLY enjoyed doing &amp;amp; have a passion for. I prefer to do stuff like filming, shootings or any other kinf od stuff that has got to do with arts. But oh well. It's still too soon to say anything. I'm just able to have dreams.. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3118383979025113607?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3118383979025113607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3118383979025113607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3118383979025113607' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S66pqFiFDtI/AAAAAAAACS4/XWl1F32apb8/s72-c/26032010329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5257329358187338021</id><published>2010-03-25T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:43:17.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6t2cRlbAjI/AAAAAAAACSo/VseXtCMvhF8/s1600/ut3+grade.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452582001990894130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6t2cRlbAjI/AAAAAAAACSo/VseXtCMvhF8/s320/ut3+grade.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmm..just gotten my results. It's ok i guess. I took UT4 for T205 &amp;amp; C111. Turns out ok also. Gotten a D+ &amp;amp; C+ respectively..I just hope my D grade wun bring down my GPA points.. oh crap. I soo hate this feeling. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5257329358187338021?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5257329358187338021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5257329358187338021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5257329358187338021' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6t2cRlbAjI/AAAAAAAACSo/VseXtCMvhF8/s72-c/ut3+grade.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4245449037188721703</id><published>2010-03-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:37:38.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6ovVY2GDXI/AAAAAAAACSQ/P3g4bUrNaGg/s1600/dress2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452222343378505074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6ovVY2GDXI/AAAAAAAACSQ/P3g4bUrNaGg/s320/dress2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6ovU0NIOjI/AAAAAAAACSI/t3cw3s5pTt8/s1600/dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452222333543004722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6ovU0NIOjI/AAAAAAAACSI/t3cw3s5pTt8/s320/dress1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Urgh. Isnt it gorgeous!? Damn. I sooo want to own these dresses. Money paid &amp;amp; transferred. But that stoopid ModAttic Facebook is giving me problems! It's the 2nd time they cancelled my orders. First is about the dresses I want is not in stock, now they say they're cancelling the orders because quantity of orders to little.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:WT*!$!@$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WT*!$!@$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!! URRGGHH! dumbshit. Nab**Ci!!! boohoo. :( I want these dress,............ I hope they can help me get em.. I want both of em'... :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4245449037188721703?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4245449037188721703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4245449037188721703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4245449037188721703' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6ovVY2GDXI/AAAAAAAACSQ/P3g4bUrNaGg/s72-c/dress2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-2358965682260914662</id><published>2010-03-23T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:37:42.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6gkvfvJN3I/AAAAAAAACSA/9Nta3o10Ia0/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451647747323672434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6gkvfvJN3I/AAAAAAAACSA/9Nta3o10Ia0/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6gkvJtVk5I/AAAAAAAACR4/rJ8K2m9oGmU/s1600-h/4442714893_ced78dfa97_b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451647741410513810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6gkvJtVk5I/AAAAAAAACR4/rJ8K2m9oGmU/s320/4442714893_ced78dfa97_b_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yeayy! I've installed the newer version of Windows to my laptop. But it took such a long tym for it to b installed. Hmm. Anyway, all thanks to my dearest friend, fiza, who accompnied me thruout the day. Oh. Btw, I met my secondary school teachers ystdy in my school. There was Mr Tan K S, Mr Shanmugam, Mrs Ram &amp;amp; this another chinese male teacher, i forgot the name. What a suprise! They were having this talk or workshop in RP. Oh I miss Mr Shanmugam.. Him &amp;amp; his "opening speech" at every starting of the Chemistry lesson. Anyway, I'm planning to stay home &amp;amp; company my mum, she's sick, having fever. :( I think it's the season of people being sick I think. My mum, fiza, my dad's friend, my sister's friend, all a sick, down with fever and all. hmm. I'm glad I'm not. Though, I am sickly sometimes.. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On a random note. I'm going to b missing Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's ice-cream today. *sob-sob* :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;P.S I wish things hadn't been this way...to be honest, I didnt knew where I went wrong, but I would gladly give in for the sake of our relationship. Love you dear..&lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-2358965682260914662?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2358965682260914662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2358965682260914662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2358965682260914662' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S6gkvfvJN3I/AAAAAAAACSA/9Nta3o10Ia0/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4753308097473405507</id><published>2010-03-16T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:28:15.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S57rVRcd6MI/AAAAAAAACQw/rKUCjEoeN5s/s1600-h/13022010267edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449051349857462466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S57rVRcd6MI/AAAAAAAACQw/rKUCjEoeN5s/s320/13022010267edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My weekend was a blast. I met with pri school mates for a bbq and we talked &amp;amp; chit-chatted as we flashback-ed the swit memories in primary school. It was fun catching up with them. All of my friends had changed in their appearance, well that's usual. And also to joke around with them. It was good fun! Me &amp;amp; bf also had a wonderful time aft that. It was a great day to celebrate our 16th Mth. Wanna do again some day baby? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4753308097473405507?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4753308097473405507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4753308097473405507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4753308097473405507' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S57rVRcd6MI/AAAAAAAACQw/rKUCjEoeN5s/s72-c/13022010267edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-9044696154036602515</id><published>2010-03-08T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:08:37.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S5SQB1B77GI/AAAAAAAACQo/yoSsi20UK5c/s1600-h/tumblr_krd19pN2mw1qzfszjo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446136210487241826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S5SQB1B77GI/AAAAAAAACQo/yoSsi20UK5c/s320/tumblr_krd19pN2mw1qzfszjo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey dear, this post is just for you. I just wanna say that I hope we could get through this together. After more than a year together, I believe we would be able to think through things more maturely together, as a couple. I admit that both of us has our own things to do, and I admit that sometimes I would get carried away with things. I actually don't meant to think of all the negative thoughts about you. I just love you too much baby, and I really don't want to lose you. Well, I admit, that was very silly and childish of me. I know. But baby, just give me some time alright. And I promise you, as I time goes by, I will be able to get used to things and we will get throught this. I promise. I love you, with all my heart my dear. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-9044696154036602515?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9044696154036602515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9044696154036602515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#9044696154036602515' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S5SQB1B77GI/AAAAAAAACQo/yoSsi20UK5c/s72-c/tumblr_krd19pN2mw1qzfszjo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7897383574418149832</id><published>2010-03-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:01:45.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S48NUN-go6I/AAAAAAAACQg/UCpGS-_x5rg/s1600-h/j+vs+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444585115514610594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S48NUN-go6I/AAAAAAAACQg/UCpGS-_x5rg/s320/j+vs+s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jordan Vs Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2)                 (1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 3rd March 2010, 11.55PM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh man...what is going to happen to Singapore's football spirit..?? Watched football in the middle of the night last night and I was damn dissapointed with Singapore's team man.. Lately I don't feel that football spirit in Singaporeans anymore.. Well I guess maybe it's because Singapore not majoring in football that gives Singapore a disadvantage in this field. Oh well. I just hope Singapore's team would bring up that Singapore spirit once more, somehow, someday..cuz I really would want to see Singapore gaining it's recognition of it's success and advancement worldwide.. oh well. I just wish all the best for Singapore's team. My support is always for them, though they might suck a lil bit. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7897383574418149832?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7897383574418149832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7897383574418149832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7897383574418149832' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S48NUN-go6I/AAAAAAAACQg/UCpGS-_x5rg/s72-c/j+vs+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1258034487333279361</id><published>2010-03-02T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:27:33.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4xnmqinywI/AAAAAAAACQY/1FRKEq24Cd8/s1600-h/khan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443839963536280322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4xnmqinywI/AAAAAAAACQY/1FRKEq24Cd8/s320/khan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yesterday, watched "My Name Is KHAN" with sister. The movie is very sad. I cried a lot as I was really feeling the movie. It's really an emotional and sad movie.. :'( Some would say the movie is a bit ridiculous, well that's for those who thinks skeptically. But I think it's a good movie that shows how love could unite people of different backgrounds and religion together, and how it could move people who are always being selfish and self-centered. It's definitely worth the money to watch this show. I think I'm gonna watch it again with bf. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*On a random note, this marks my 100th post. My blog is officially a Century Old. lol. x)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1258034487333279361?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1258034487333279361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1258034487333279361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1258034487333279361' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4xnmqinywI/AAAAAAAACQY/1FRKEq24Cd8/s72-c/khan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7088623715212852913</id><published>2010-03-01T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:28:48.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4qTR-DvyNI/AAAAAAAACQQ/RUMDAG0r8RA/s1600-h/20081016101004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443325036556437714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4qTR-DvyNI/AAAAAAAACQQ/RUMDAG0r8RA/s320/20081016101004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4qTRZ2UxXI/AAAAAAAACQI/9VUzXKSE5rw/s1600-h/tumblr_kvrhenMhTg1qapadno1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443325026836465010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4qTRZ2UxXI/AAAAAAAACQI/9VUzXKSE5rw/s320/tumblr_kvrhenMhTg1qapadno1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I should actually be grateful to have such a wonderful guy in my life, who really loves me for who I am, and accepting all my flaws, my childishness, my craziness, &amp;amp; all of my other negative behaviour. Well, easy to say, I may not be the perfect girl with all the “criteria’s” that he’s looking for, but he just accepts me for who I am. I’m feeling really bad for feeling this way towards him. Others would say I think too much. It is partly true, but on the whole of it, I’m just INSECURE. The past is still haunting me. I need a closure. But don’t know where to begin. I’m just clueless of my helplessness in my insecurities. I don’t know what else to do other than to blog about my thoughts about this problem which I have been having since the moment SHE came into mine and our life. I really don’t want this to be a problem for US in the future. But if only I know the way to get rid of this feeling, I will do it no matter what it takes. Right now I’m just waiting to get over with this feeling. I just hope that I and WE would be strong enough not to let this be an obstacle in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth is, sayang, no matter how much I love and care for you and willing to do anything for you, but when it comes to this, I’m really helpless and do not know what else to do to make things better. I too do not want this to become part of a problem for US in the future. I just hope you could understand my helplessness sayang. And hope that somehow you could lend me a helping hand in order for me to fight these insecurities. I really do love you truly madly deeply my dear, and wish to last long with you till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7088623715212852913?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7088623715212852913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7088623715212852913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7088623715212852913' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4qTR-DvyNI/AAAAAAAACQQ/RUMDAG0r8RA/s72-c/20081016101004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4777468995542366896</id><published>2010-02-26T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:05:24.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4eN6IbuYrI/AAAAAAAACPw/SoMylc-fgkQ/s1600-h/tumblr_ky106sPrcc1qa2txho1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442474704536232626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4eN6IbuYrI/AAAAAAAACPw/SoMylc-fgkQ/s320/tumblr_ky106sPrcc1qa2txho1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This road has a long way to go. So does life. Appreciate the things and people around you. You will soon realize how beautiful your life is and how it means to you. Think positive and enjoy life while you can. Life is like a mirror. You'll know how beautiful it is if u smile at it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4eNOXaKM8I/AAAAAAAACPg/gr2TA71P60U/s1600-h/tumblr_kv0vct9Wfi1qzbqbwo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442473952641954754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4eNOXaKM8I/AAAAAAAACPg/gr2TA71P60U/s320/tumblr_kv0vct9Wfi1qzbqbwo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4eNNut25yI/AAAAAAAACPQ/ITvT32Z1KJA/s1600-h/tumblr_ky8ph2kCAN1qzu1fjo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442473941718722338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4eNNut25yI/AAAAAAAACPQ/ITvT32Z1KJA/s320/tumblr_ky8ph2kCAN1qzu1fjo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4777468995542366896?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4777468995542366896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4777468995542366896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4777468995542366896' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4eN6IbuYrI/AAAAAAAACPw/SoMylc-fgkQ/s72-c/tumblr_ky106sPrcc1qa2txho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7179681042026804173</id><published>2010-02-21T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:06:13.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4Eiae64eJI/AAAAAAAACPI/5vzkXZhrUpw/s1600-h/20090406002457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440667663212247186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4Eiae64eJI/AAAAAAAACPI/5vzkXZhrUpw/s320/20090406002457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4EiZ3d9SPI/AAAAAAAACPA/h1pDdAPFNSs/s1600-h/4220418366_8831793983_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440667652621945074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4EiZ3d9SPI/AAAAAAAACPA/h1pDdAPFNSs/s320/4220418366_8831793983_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4EiZuFhCvI/AAAAAAAACO4/KEnWPA24aeo/s1600-h/4278026599_9b93503d72_o_large.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440667650103511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4EiZuFhCvI/AAAAAAAACO4/KEnWPA24aeo/s320/4278026599_9b93503d72_o_large.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We'll make it through together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7179681042026804173?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7179681042026804173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7179681042026804173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7179681042026804173' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S4Eiae64eJI/AAAAAAAACPI/5vzkXZhrUpw/s72-c/20090406002457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5102572107629043458</id><published>2010-02-13T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:09:11.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="320" height="210" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm really glad that he's back. I've made this video for him while he was away, and wanted to suprise him. Afterall, it's been awhile. So, after the 4 weeks, finally we could get back together, and doing things that we love doing together.. However apart from this happiness, I am a bit sad, cuz i suddenly gotten a fever with a temp that was extremely HIGH, which really made it almost impossible for me to sit for the test when i'm neither mentally or physically capable. haix. This had happened the second time, the first was during UT2. haix.. I don't know why this thing must happen. Whenever, there's something important, surely something will go wrong, or not according to plan. But sometimes, when I came to realize it, maybe there's a good cause despite all this things...hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;On the 11.02.10, I wanted to do a lot of things wit u. But things doesnt go that way, instead it went the other way round. oh well. At least we get to spend tym the nxt day.&lt;/s&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5102572107629043458?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5102572107629043458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5102572107629043458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5102572107629043458' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5093445698867735542</id><published>2010-02-08T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:30:47.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S3AsIzulv7I/AAAAAAAACOw/nWQflJX5bas/s1600-h/cnduifhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435893280072384434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S3AsIzulv7I/AAAAAAAACOw/nWQflJX5bas/s320/cnduifhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last weekend, i went to my friend's engagement ceremony and &lt;strong&gt;gossh!&lt;/strong&gt; she was looking sooo gorgeous! That was the first time I saw her so pretty! haha. Anyway, I really wish that both of them will last long, and hopefully till their marriage, and for years and years to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S If i can wait for more than 3 weeks, less than 3 days is  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"chicken feet"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5093445698867735542?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5093445698867735542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5093445698867735542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5093445698867735542' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S3AsIzulv7I/AAAAAAAACOw/nWQflJX5bas/s72-c/cnduifhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3096372136551498286</id><published>2010-02-03T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:31:58.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgUL3ut4gyQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgUL3ut4gyQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm just counting the days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3096372136551498286?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3096372136551498286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3096372136551498286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3096372136551498286' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5450926955236294033</id><published>2010-02-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:33:15.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2go5KraGUI/AAAAAAAACOo/i3Y3Unt69TA/s1600-h/20090317154935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433637913006577986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2go5KraGUI/AAAAAAAACOo/i3Y3Unt69TA/s320/20090317154935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2go4cdltNI/AAAAAAAACOY/CKxPeAB76_s/s1600-h/tumblr_kwb2hpd6nY1qzilpso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433637900600587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2go4cdltNI/AAAAAAAACOY/CKxPeAB76_s/s320/tumblr_kwb2hpd6nY1qzilpso1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2go4C4gcuI/AAAAAAAACOQ/FXzVh9QqTa4/s1600-h/20pvsxqkt3_29ar3bb_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433637893734167266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2go4C4gcuI/AAAAAAAACOQ/FXzVh9QqTa4/s320/20pvsxqkt3_29ar3bb_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I will be right here waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5450926955236294033?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5450926955236294033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5450926955236294033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5450926955236294033' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2go5KraGUI/AAAAAAAACOo/i3Y3Unt69TA/s72-c/20090317154935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3393914414307921140</id><published>2010-01-29T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:05:13.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Entrepreneurship Problem 14 Showcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2L3cmCTixI/AAAAAAAACOI/k-_8wsUtyuk/s1600-h/20077_1236607353312_1173061446_30595613_5037998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432176171180854034" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2L3bgql8fI/AAAAAAAACN4/7iT64i4NLY4/s320/20077_1236613833474_1173061446_30595653_5703032_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2L3bH8iWLI/AAAAAAAACNw/_4EvR-j6YJU/s1600-h/20077_1236621673670_1173061446_30595694_5528790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432176145923725490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2L3bH8iWLI/AAAAAAAACNw/_4EvR-j6YJU/s320/20077_1236621673670_1173061446_30595694_5528790_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Team SENSE(ae)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2L3a-PPnvI/AAAAAAAACNo/Gb6Mri0C_JI/s1600-h/20077_1236621513666_1173061446_30595691_8224758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432176143317835506" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2L219AHwLI/AAAAAAAACNA/k-RgjAyunQE/s320/19350_303907585119_637170119_5096234_3973618_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Love my classmates. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3393914414307921140?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3393914414307921140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3393914414307921140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3393914414307921140' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S2L3cmCTixI/AAAAAAAACOI/k-_8wsUtyuk/s72-c/20077_1236607353312_1173061446_30595613_5037998_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5258711460905426862</id><published>2010-01-25T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:39:09.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4fHzsOUMYJA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4fHzsOUMYJA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last night I was soo glued to the TV, as I watch him sing, dance and grooove thruout the whole movie... How I wish I was in that time, when these kind of guys are considered the hottest guy on EARTH! *sigh&amp;amp;melting* but too bad, he's in heaven now. May he rest in peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5258711460905426862?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5258711460905426862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5258711460905426862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5258711460905426862' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7709445282620358739</id><published>2010-01-23T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:01:00.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1plioDVuFI/AAAAAAAACM4/RDEm8pn4tqI/s1600-h/Bash_Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429763946289936466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1plioDVuFI/AAAAAAAACM4/RDEm8pn4tqI/s320/Bash_Banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm sucha fanatic-fan of Didicazli. Ohhh..his voice...I can so melt in front of him if he were to sing for me, LIVE!! Mann..that would be sooo greeaatt! But I just hope he would know i'm exist! LOL. Am in his Facebook Page and his Second Facebook Acc! Gossh. My mum, knows him, and i think he shud know my mum too, it think. oh well. I don't care. Eh no, I DO care! haha! Oh well, ultimately I just wish I could be part of the crew during this event so that I can see HIM and catch him LIVE!!! *special thanks to my dad who gave me that idea! xD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VmVecxqLwws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VmVecxqLwws&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A song sang LIVE from him, Kekasih Gelapku, in his own version...isnt his voice just sooo beautiful... It touches my heart the moment I heard this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7709445282620358739?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7709445282620358739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7709445282620358739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7709445282620358739' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1plioDVuFI/AAAAAAAACM4/RDEm8pn4tqI/s72-c/Bash_Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1027440817872736086</id><published>2010-01-20T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:39:09.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1Zefp4D8XI/AAAAAAAACMY/uJKTlIpcDfQ/s1600-h/imissyou1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428630298751660402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1Zefp4D8XI/AAAAAAAACMY/uJKTlIpcDfQ/s320/imissyou1_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1ZefeuYXfI/AAAAAAAACMQ/28oXlsYGGZ8/s1600-h/tumblr_krmg26zM2L1qzr04eo1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428630295758265842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1ZefeuYXfI/AAAAAAAACMQ/28oXlsYGGZ8/s320/tumblr_krmg26zM2L1qzr04eo1_400_large.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1ZefCMSysI/AAAAAAAACMI/HZO8OaMbySY/s1600-h/tumblr_kvbzl3YOHs1qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428630288099101378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1ZefCMSysI/AAAAAAAACMI/HZO8OaMbySY/s320/tumblr_kvbzl3YOHs1qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1027440817872736086?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1027440817872736086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1027440817872736086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#1027440817872736086' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1Zefp4D8XI/AAAAAAAACMY/uJKTlIpcDfQ/s72-c/imissyou1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4849420311394816985</id><published>2010-01-18T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:56:37.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1QUH3azfOI/AAAAAAAACLg/ATr3wgVopoc/s1600-h/fvbjfbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427985576256306402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1QUH3azfOI/AAAAAAAACLg/ATr3wgVopoc/s400/fvbjfbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1QUHl0zNCI/AAAAAAAACLY/_UTU3a7tpmY/s1600-h/eeopgrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427985571533501474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1QUHl0zNCI/AAAAAAAACLY/_UTU3a7tpmY/s400/eeopgrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I had a great weekend! Met fyza on sat as it’s been quite awhile we went out together. I do miss going out with her and sharing stories together, and with all the gossiping which I really really miss doing it with her. God knows whatever topic we could talk about whenever we meet... Then Sunday went to Marina Barrage with family plus the Batam kid! Gossh. She is soo Indon...&lt;s&gt;no offense&lt;/s&gt;. Sister is so irritated of her Indon lingo. Haha! But i think she’ll become a pretty mixed Indon-Sing girl when she grow up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4849420311394816985?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4849420311394816985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4849420311394816985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4849420311394816985' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1QUH3azfOI/AAAAAAAACLg/ATr3wgVopoc/s72-c/fvbjfbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-937239780539320014</id><published>2010-01-16T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:35:23.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1EplV0CrJI/AAAAAAAACLA/JKQuJw_ZLfg/s1600-h/salman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427164747445480594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1EplV0CrJI/AAAAAAAACLA/JKQuJw_ZLfg/s320/salman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Yesterday, this person made my day. Well, not literally. But bcuz during DMA class presentation, one of the team uses this man, as a suprise of their work...which really is hilarious. Kesian Huda, salman kau jgk jadi mangse, sabar ehh... hehe. Anyway, I did mine,and it was ok la..and oh. I accidentally erased off Mariam's work! Cuz I was trying to help her with her problem about the so called background, when her laptop just suddenly crashed... Oh my god. I still feel guilty about it... haiz. Well, at least I hope she learned a lesson from that, which is to save her work every now and then, when editing using Flash. Big sorry for your deleted work.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-937239780539320014?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/937239780539320014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/937239780539320014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#937239780539320014' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S1EplV0CrJI/AAAAAAAACLA/JKQuJw_ZLfg/s72-c/salman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5904088850991388042</id><published>2010-01-14T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:59:47.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S07rDMs3YdI/AAAAAAAACK4/MXiomR9mE6g/s1600-h/tumblr_kpoy1qQkpU1qzkqiro1_400_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426533041209565650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S07rDMs3YdI/AAAAAAAACK4/MXiomR9mE6g/s400/tumblr_kpoy1qQkpU1qzkqiro1_400_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5904088850991388042?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5904088850991388042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5904088850991388042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5904088850991388042' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S07rDMs3YdI/AAAAAAAACK4/MXiomR9mE6g/s72-c/tumblr_kpoy1qQkpU1qzkqiro1_400_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3262226356955852342</id><published>2010-01-11T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:47:30.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S0sobywU-UI/AAAAAAAACKg/ecscYUwBABg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425474634043947330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S0sobywU-UI/AAAAAAAACKg/ecscYUwBABg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S0sobsSYe0I/AAAAAAAACKY/VlhSgJVvOok/s1600-h/09012010181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425474632307735362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S0sobsSYe0I/AAAAAAAACKY/VlhSgJVvOok/s320/09012010181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S0sobLtavHI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Io9GLsqh3pY/s1600-h/09012010182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425474623562759282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S0sobLtavHI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Io9GLsqh3pY/s320/09012010182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, last weekend I spent my tym wit my dearest gf, Hazzy. We went to watch "Pyaar Impossible" which I thought was quite a cute romantic comedy movie, where how a geek could possibly be together with a hot and sexy lady, who apparently is a divorcee and has a child. So, yea. Aft movie, went to meet with her friends somewhere in Arab St, sheesha. It was somehow a great day wit hazzy and spending the night outside with her, while catching up with some stuff. So anyway, reached home at midnight and gotten a nag from Dad on the phone. =.= Bottom line, I would love to go out with her again and goig home late, again. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just could beakdown on that night, but managed not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How I wish all of this are notfor real...&lt;br /&gt;And to wake up and realize that all of this a re just a bad dream. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3262226356955852342?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3262226356955852342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3262226356955852342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3262226356955852342' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/S0sobywU-UI/AAAAAAAACKg/ecscYUwBABg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4585707738679044456</id><published>2010-01-08T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:07:28.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6S_-UfssnY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6S_-UfssnY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been watching this fan-made movie "Yeh Mohabbat". It's pretty good show. And I must say I'm really proud of this person who made this whole movie, bcuz it's really hard to even make one good, smooth video, cuz even as a media student, I dun think I wud b able to this. Haha! Shame on me. lol. Anyway, y'all must watch this. It's really creative of this person to came with such a story out of many hindi movie scenes... Gosh, I wish I was that creative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4585707738679044456?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4585707738679044456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4585707738679044456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4585707738679044456' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7777395466265049711</id><published>2010-01-02T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:21:39.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_euO7xGCI/AAAAAAAACJQ/0ROU_H3-cd0/s1600-h/31122009143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297362241493026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_euO7xGCI/AAAAAAAACJQ/0ROU_H3-cd0/s320/31122009143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_et4pQ8cI/AAAAAAAACJI/YNKA-INVrN4/s1600-h/syg+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297356258308546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_et4pQ8cI/AAAAAAAACJI/YNKA-INVrN4/s320/syg+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_etgYwYfI/AAAAAAAACJA/omlhBUXLEh0/s1600-h/31122009156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297349746614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_etgYwYfI/AAAAAAAACJA/omlhBUXLEh0/s320/31122009156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_etKcAfOI/AAAAAAAACI4/tyzYO1DWcNY/s1600-h/31122009161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297343854673122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_etKcAfOI/AAAAAAAACI4/tyzYO1DWcNY/s320/31122009161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eabdA-jI/AAAAAAAACIo/FOzuQf2WlVc/s1600-h/31122009159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297022004787762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eabdA-jI/AAAAAAAACIo/FOzuQf2WlVc/s320/31122009159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eZxy7RNI/AAAAAAAACIg/kCdKGZmfd1U/s1600-h/31122009162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297010822399186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eZxy7RNI/AAAAAAAACIg/kCdKGZmfd1U/s320/31122009162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eZZXxlqI/AAAAAAAACIY/Px4a8Nde6qY/s1600-h/31122009160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297004266067618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eZZXxlqI/AAAAAAAACIY/Px4a8Nde6qY/s320/31122009160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Countdown at &lt;strong&gt;Khatib&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eY-c9uZI/AAAAAAAACIQ/swERbVDs77c/s1600-h/31122009168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422296997040077202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_eY-c9uZI/AAAAAAAACIQ/swERbVDs77c/s320/31122009168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It’s &lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;/strong&gt;! Yet it’s just another year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2009 has been a wonderful year. I’ve learned &amp;amp; grew many things from it. I’ve overcame obstacles &amp;amp; problems throughout the year which I’ve never thought I would be able to. Now a new year has come for me to learn &amp;amp; grow new things, which could be a useful tip for my future endeavours. I hope this year I could achieve my new year’s resolution this year, rather than saying it out loud, but had never ever accomplished it, which is usually the case in general. I know one of my N.Y.R has been accomplished...and I’m sure am proud of myself for it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyway, the countdown was fun and I celebrated it with bf at Khatib. Not usually the norm place that people would want to go, as we all LOVE fireworks! But I guess, we just want to celebrate it in a simple manner, so no need to go so far. I sure had fun that night. Bf was trying to keep it cool while I was screaming &amp;amp; jumping like crazy, when the rest around me are all stoned! -_- Oh well...who cares. I want fun! :) At the end of the day...we had fun &amp;amp; countdown with a twist! &lt;s&gt;Baby, you know what I mean... ;)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7777395466265049711?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7777395466265049711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7777395466265049711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7777395466265049711' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sz_euO7xGCI/AAAAAAAACJQ/0ROU_H3-cd0/s72-c/31122009143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1563636343090443075</id><published>2009-12-26T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:58:58.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SzYFUw74YSI/AAAAAAAACII/LsB5KawoTA4/s1600-h/221220091252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419525055878553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SzYFUw74YSI/AAAAAAAACII/LsB5KawoTA4/s320/221220091252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It has been a rather tough journey throughout this few weeks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're still holding on while we can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Embracing the moments that are left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Destiny will determine our story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All that we can do is to rely on fate and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Although my heart breaks,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I will be right here&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1563636343090443075?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1563636343090443075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1563636343090443075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1563636343090443075' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SzYFUw74YSI/AAAAAAAACII/LsB5KawoTA4/s72-c/221220091252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7518858736736327801</id><published>2009-12-23T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:12:13.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SzFq433sKRI/AAAAAAAACIA/Bps_Vmx5JtQ/s1600-h/clouds,dark,girl,lonely,nature,photography,purple,sad,sea,sky,water-53da543f6ddb9d6d3895fccff93c8b69_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418229352006166802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SzFq433sKRI/AAAAAAAACIA/Bps_Vmx5JtQ/s400/clouds,dark,girl,lonely,nature,photography,purple,sad,sea,sky,water-53da543f6ddb9d6d3895fccff93c8b69_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's exactly a week from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish that day would never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But I just do not have the power to stop all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The days are numbered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So does my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That I used to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;still growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;shattered to pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;What's the point of having dreams when your life has torn apart..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7518858736736327801?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7518858736736327801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7518858736736327801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7518858736736327801' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SzFq433sKRI/AAAAAAAACIA/Bps_Vmx5JtQ/s72-c/clouds,dark,girl,lonely,nature,photography,purple,sad,sea,sky,water-53da543f6ddb9d6d3895fccff93c8b69_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3595671245622653575</id><published>2009-12-21T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T05:22:04.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow this few days feels like weeks...and I just wish I could freeze time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For the first time ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tomorrow would never comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3595671245622653575?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3595671245622653575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3595671245622653575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3595671245622653575' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3234708152004493447</id><published>2009-12-14T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:14:48.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEW HP &amp;amp; WALLET! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyWQnNTxZGI/AAAAAAAACHw/6MlLqWFVLvA/s1600-h/DSC01896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414893130244777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyWQnNTxZGI/AAAAAAAACHw/6MlLqWFVLvA/s320/DSC01896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEEEE!! I feel lyk I jst got a lottery! Tdy I'm in a real good mood. Well, apart from the wrong message I gave to Jamal, which I feel quite paisey about it uhh.. +_+ but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I know wht I saw in the announcement. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway..we've almost rchd the end of 2009. And 2010 is coming soon. I just hope next year will be much meaningful for me as this year. This year, I've learned many things, adjusting to some situation which I'm usually not able to adjust with, understanding and appreciating that little things in life..which I used to take advantage of. There's just too many things for me to mention..but bottom line. This year has been a great year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S I'll miss you 2009. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3234708152004493447?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3234708152004493447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3234708152004493447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3234708152004493447' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyWQnNTxZGI/AAAAAAAACHw/6MlLqWFVLvA/s72-c/DSC01896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-2524723756569731375</id><published>2009-12-12T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:35:40.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1svShbRI/AAAAAAAACHo/NzsiNzoytZE/s1600-h/zombieland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414511694730849554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1svShbRI/AAAAAAAACHo/NzsiNzoytZE/s320/zombieland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1mbV6uKI/AAAAAAAACHg/NNEMLqNn9Rk/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414511586297165986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1mbV6uKI/AAAAAAAACHg/NNEMLqNn9Rk/s320/DSC01844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1mJ4K0JI/AAAAAAAACHY/PW2Zt38OC1k/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414511581608988818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1mJ4K0JI/AAAAAAAACHY/PW2Zt38OC1k/s320/DSC01845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1l60SykI/AAAAAAAACHQ/ATd7yVQnJIA/s1600-h/DSC01857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414511577566202434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1l60SykI/AAAAAAAACHQ/ATd7yVQnJIA/s320/DSC01857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414511572168869922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1lmteCCI/AAAAAAAACHI/7bgccHnXR64/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks for the great-fun-&amp;amp;-laughter-filled day ystdy dear. Love u lots, from the bottom of my heart, I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-2524723756569731375?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2524723756569731375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2524723756569731375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2524723756569731375' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyQ1svShbRI/AAAAAAAACHo/NzsiNzoytZE/s72-c/zombieland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1945688854607103042</id><published>2009-12-10T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:21:40.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It has been a hell-of-a-hectic week for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGr0eNqrlI/AAAAAAAACHA/fL-oGofTL9Y/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797145027980882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGr0eNqrlI/AAAAAAAACHA/fL-oGofTL9Y/s320/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGr0G5uHDI/AAAAAAAACG4/jm7yUfUj7GM/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797138770304050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGr0G5uHDI/AAAAAAAACG4/jm7yUfUj7GM/s320/Picture0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGrzwfmqiI/AAAAAAAACGw/kQDbsA7ndbQ/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797132755184162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGrzwfmqiI/AAAAAAAACGw/kQDbsA7ndbQ/s320/Picture0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGrzjlAXzI/AAAAAAAACGo/LtkuwONb4kI/s1600-h/Picture0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797129288179506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGrzjlAXzI/AAAAAAAACGo/LtkuwONb4kI/s320/Picture0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGrzA0NI0I/AAAAAAAACGg/M188ScQQtWw/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797119956689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGrzA0NI0I/AAAAAAAACGg/M188ScQQtWw/s320/Picture0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; I am officially nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1945688854607103042?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1945688854607103042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1945688854607103042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1945688854607103042' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SyGr0eNqrlI/AAAAAAAACHA/fL-oGofTL9Y/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3980339251783459180</id><published>2009-12-08T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:47:11.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sx4EIISxJ1I/AAAAAAAACGY/ABaQV1P9sRo/s1600-h/Photo0066-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412768339857581906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sx4EIISxJ1I/AAAAAAAACGY/ABaQV1P9sRo/s320/Photo0066-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lately my schedule has been so pack! I even have little time to spend for myself. I think I'm trying to hard to make time for everybody that I neglected a time for myself. But I think it's all for a good cause. I want the people around me to feel that they are being appreciated and loved by the littlest things that I've done. I hope they do. Oh well. I really miss going out and having fun without a care less about my problems &amp;amp; my tight schedule. I especially miss this girl. We are very busy and have our own things to do. Meet-ups seems hard because of our schedule and timing. Haix. But whatever it is, I hope we could go out together soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3980339251783459180?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3980339251783459180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3980339251783459180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3980339251783459180' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sx4EIISxJ1I/AAAAAAAACGY/ABaQV1P9sRo/s72-c/Photo0066-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1368091302656096335</id><published>2009-12-01T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:24:30.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxTSDahWhQI/AAAAAAAACGI/tE2tuDcLky4/s1600/laughing_gas_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410180008479458562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxTSDahWhQI/AAAAAAAACGI/tE2tuDcLky4/s320/laughing_gas_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday was my "laughing-gas" day. After school I stayed in class with my other class mates till the security guard chased us away cuz it's already 5 plus. So, we need to leave. During those time... Only those that were in that class knew what happened. We were like a bunch of crazy-non-stop-laughing-gas-peepz! Non-stop laughing, seriously... I laughed so hard till I teared and left the class with a stomach cramp. hah. Even after meeting them I was still in the "crazy mood" of lame jokes. *shakehead* Then today, in class, we shared some of the lame jokes with the other class mates, and so the "mood" continues...but to be honest, yesterday was quite "memorable"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1368091302656096335?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1368091302656096335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1368091302656096335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1368091302656096335' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxTSDahWhQI/AAAAAAAACGI/tE2tuDcLky4/s72-c/laughing_gas_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5893345375836422504</id><published>2009-11-30T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:56:06.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxNmV8hD4WI/AAAAAAAACDc/t4x5Ol3S_fc/s1600/page5904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409780104610177378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxNmV8hD4WI/AAAAAAAACDc/t4x5Ol3S_fc/s320/page5904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxNmVvgV7KI/AAAAAAAACDU/YeEo3jMS8Ok/s1600/page4y7585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409780101117504674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxNmVvgV7KI/AAAAAAAACDU/YeEo3jMS8Ok/s320/page4y7585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yesterday I went out the whole day...I mean nt for the 24 hours, hah, but from morn till night I was out. Morning went to tution, exceeded 1 hour, as usual.. Then went to meet fiza to accompany her at JP. Was fun actually, cuz we were sharing stories, doing some "updating" with one another. So yeah, I really miss all those times, when we both are just young and free.. lol. But now, things are a little bit different. Each has their own things to handle. But now it seems things are somehow improving and &lt;em&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxNmVWa9kaI/AAAAAAAACDM/57_7eBVExxc/s1600/hihioj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409780094384050594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxNmVWa9kaI/AAAAAAAACDM/57_7eBVExxc/s320/hihioj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After that met with BF to catch a night movie, Case 39. It's a good show. But I think not really recommended to those who have &lt;em&gt;lemah semangat&lt;/em&gt;. A lot of &lt;em&gt;terkejut-terkejut&lt;/em&gt; scenes and all the way I &lt;em&gt;melatar&lt;/em&gt; like some makcik sia... hahah. So yeah. But I think y'all should just wait for the CD to be released out. It will be much worthed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5893345375836422504?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5893345375836422504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5893345375836422504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5893345375836422504' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxNmV8hD4WI/AAAAAAAACDc/t4x5Ol3S_fc/s72-c/page5904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-18621102212465842</id><published>2009-11-28T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:41:04.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxEzXoNKY-I/AAAAAAAACDE/fLYN8UQ2Woo/s1600/DSC0181795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409161108471309282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxEzXoNKY-I/AAAAAAAACDE/fLYN8UQ2Woo/s320/DSC0181795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Haji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to my fellow Muslims!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This year has been a great year for me. There were a few incidents which made me realised of the small but great things in life which I’ve learned to appreciate, and there were also a few incidents that made me realised of my own flaws and make it as a lesson learned in life. Well, life has been good although it had its ups and downs, but it all turned out ok when I managed to make it through, slowly as time goes by... So, I just hope that somehow, someday, I could really turned over a new leaf. I've always wanted to know how it felt like. How this people actually overcome their problems with full of patience and faith. Suria has telecasted some of the previous shows about people wanting to perform their Haj, or something like that... Only God knows how it felt like watching all those shows... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-18621102212465842?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/18621102212465842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/18621102212465842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#18621102212465842' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SxEzXoNKY-I/AAAAAAAACDE/fLYN8UQ2Woo/s72-c/DSC0181795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5178833488687357274</id><published>2009-11-27T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:21:32.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I do not know what’s wrong with me, but early in the morning I woke up, to answer nature calls, and suddenly just came cross my mind about the most controversial topic which currently hits US. I started Google-ing on the net to find at least something that may be useful for me. I do not know what’s going to happen in the future. But research has it that it may be true. Religious beliefs that there will be an end to us, but only God knows when... Somehow it hit me a little. Maybe because of the things I’ve done in the past that made me feel this way... I dunno. Maybe it’s time for US to realise that we need to appreciate the little things in life and how much things have changed from the past till the present. Really, I feel like I’m talking like some kind of weirdo and a freak! Oh well... But I think to whoever reading this, YOU know that deep deep inside, you know it’s going to happen, but just do not have the power to really know when. We are not psychics and no power to determine the future. But friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;...it’s never too late to make some changes now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Its’ better late than never... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sw8mfDzUSrI/AAAAAAAACC0/vg7_vu55Gaw/s1600/mayan_calendar-703040.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408583992533600946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sw8mfDzUSrI/AAAAAAAACC0/vg7_vu55Gaw/s320/mayan_calendar-703040.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mayan Calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"If you believe, you believe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5178833488687357274?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5178833488687357274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5178833488687357274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5178833488687357274' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sw8mfDzUSrI/AAAAAAAACC0/vg7_vu55Gaw/s72-c/mayan_calendar-703040.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6231170364897661263</id><published>2009-11-21T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:32:38.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Swc02uKF2NI/AAAAAAAACCc/2V3ZEx9HqEo/s1600/145482178_193a713e45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406347992389507282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Swc02uKF2NI/AAAAAAAACCc/2V3ZEx9HqEo/s320/145482178_193a713e45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FIRST THING FIRST I HATE "THE" FACI! YSTDY WAS A NIGHTMARE! WE WANT AMRAN BACK!! WHERE IS AMRAN WHEN E35C NEEDED U THE MOST??! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway...cut it with the drama lah kayy. haha. But yeah ystdy was a horrror for the class. Suddenly came this weird-looking-no-expression-faced faci to our class, saying he's taking over the class as Amran is not here. Urggh. I thot it wud b a lil bit like the time when Priman was not in class. Haha! But no...he's worse! The face like can explode anytime sia...and when he talk, really sound weird, wats more he got no facial expression when he talk. wad the @*%$! haix. But i'm glad ystdy was over. I really pity the class...cuz ystdy was like the problematic day for us. One cannot project the screen, another took a loooong time to export the file and another the video is somehow distorted, and when they present, the whole class like "leaving"... haix. *shakehead* Just pray next week won't be as problematic as ystdy. *prayhard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6231170364897661263?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6231170364897661263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6231170364897661263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6231170364897661263' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Swc02uKF2NI/AAAAAAAACCc/2V3ZEx9HqEo/s72-c/145482178_193a713e45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-8989781776071760290</id><published>2009-11-20T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:52:16.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwYgcfj6Y3I/AAAAAAAACCM/nXD50_HkZCY/s1600/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406044076585411442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwYgcfj6Y3I/AAAAAAAACCM/nXD50_HkZCY/s320/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know things between US hadn't been good at the moment. I hope there will be a second chance for US, I really do. Maybe due to our differences in how we view things had made things a lil worse...but I really want our friendship to go on like it used to be. We had gone through, and shared things a lot together . And i don't want to waste it just like that because of some mistakes and misunderstandings. Maybe time will give us the answer for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It will all get better in time... - Leona Lewis"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-8989781776071760290?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8989781776071760290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8989781776071760290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8989781776071760290' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwYgcfj6Y3I/AAAAAAAACCM/nXD50_HkZCY/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3002197600048026142</id><published>2009-11-18T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:14:10.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My weekend was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNjcihb4lI/AAAAAAAACB0/l9jC1PYFdeA/s1600/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; ♥ celebrated our 1st year together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've uploaded the pictures. Let them do the talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405273319729259090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNjcihb4lI/AAAAAAAACB0/l9jC1PYFdeA/s320/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNjSOpdqeI/AAAAAAAACBs/BoRLuBXseTw/s1600/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405273142595529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNjSOpdqeI/AAAAAAAACBs/BoRLuBXseTw/s320/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNjR0loKoI/AAAAAAAACBk/0c865lRkhcI/s1600/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405273135600118402" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNiyCqQFjI/AAAAAAAACAk/lXgGG5okaX0/s1600/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405272589621794354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNiyCqQFjI/AAAAAAAACAk/lXgGG5okaX0/s320/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNiVJxL8HI/AAAAAAAACAc/ffpJiuX319E/s1600/DSC01769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405272093313724530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNiVJxL8HI/AAAAAAAACAc/ffpJiuX319E/s320/DSC01769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNiU01OPtI/AAAAAAAACAU/8QHH4ZkaKeI/s1600/DSC01771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405272087693508306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNiU01OPtI/AAAAAAAACAU/8QHH4ZkaKeI/s320/DSC01771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"They say loving someone gives pains and full of sacrifices. But I'll rather take pains and lots of sacrifices than not to be loved by &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-3002197600048026142?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3002197600048026142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3002197600048026142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3002197600048026142' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwNjcihb4lI/AAAAAAAACB0/l9jC1PYFdeA/s72-c/DSC01738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-888383470806305612</id><published>2009-11-14T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:15:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtdXke_2I/AAAAAAAAB_w/bO-BhzmtvE0/s1600/bfuieuifhe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404580641643626338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtdXke_2I/AAAAAAAAB_w/bO-BhzmtvE0/s320/bfuieuifhe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just watched this Hindi movie, Rock On!! It’s a great friendship movie which revolves around different lives of the 4 friends. It’s a movie of 4 guys who wants to achieve their goal and dream to be able to perform to a live audience in public and for the sake of their band itself, “Magik”! Y’all should watch it. However after watching it, I feel kindda sad as I am missing something which has a lost for quite some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtYMvGPjI/AAAAAAAAB_o/LhQx1JTU7gI/s1600/DSC01729-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404580552836005426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtYMvGPjI/AAAAAAAAB_o/LhQx1JTU7gI/s320/DSC01729-02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This picture was taken a long time ago. I think 4 years ago. This was the time when we were really close and good things happened in my life which is really memorable to me. We became close like suddenly...I can’t really recall how we get so close, but I think I know what caused us to be drifted apart after some time... Now we are managing our own lives, but trying to keep in touch. I just miss our closeness and the “kind” of friendship that we used to have. But whatever it is, friends will still be friends. And nobody could take away the moments that we have spent together... no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtX9yzReI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Cy0iADYeDfA/s1600/DSC00972-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404580548825007586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtX9yzReI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Cy0iADYeDfA/s320/DSC00972-02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtXqs31PI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/1IjkdiGw2Qw/s1600/DSC00970+-+Copy-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404580543699866866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtXqs31PI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/1IjkdiGw2Qw/s320/DSC00970+-+Copy-02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtXUjlv1I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mHYnCIzkp5s/s1600/DSC00820-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404580537755352914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtXUjlv1I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mHYnCIzkp5s/s320/DSC00820-02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtXLrPKgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/QZEzDwRNUio/s1600/Photo0066-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404580535371508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtXLrPKgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/QZEzDwRNUio/s320/Photo0066-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;“You can only meet your once-in-a-lifetime friend...once in a lifetime”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-888383470806305612?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/888383470806305612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/888383470806305612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#888383470806305612' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SwDtdXke_2I/AAAAAAAAB_w/bO-BhzmtvE0/s72-c/bfuieuifhe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7623938569701383947</id><published>2009-11-12T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:29:16.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwJAPNQeI/AAAAAAAAB_A/4E0Xlw3vAMk/s1600-h/SNC00936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403176215434314210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwJAPNQeI/AAAAAAAAB_A/4E0Xlw3vAMk/s320/SNC00936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First thing first. I miss this &lt;em&gt;budak&lt;/em&gt;..although she can be very irritating and annoying, but she is verryy kiut, and smart too. Now whenever my family has a plan during the weekends, we'll surely bring her. And she'll be very happy to follow us. She's a kid who lacks of love, that's why when she's with us she's being pampered, and she's lovin every second of it! Bt she'll know if when she's behaving notty, we''ll be angry and she'll try her best to be good. She's just 5 and yet she is very bright. That's why we love to bring her along. Anyway, my family are all grown ups. No kiddy voice in the house except a sound which goes.."meooww!" Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwI0QsgOI/AAAAAAAAB-4/NzJmwd-pmBI/s1600-h/SNC01145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403176212219330786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwI0QsgOI/AAAAAAAAB-4/NzJmwd-pmBI/s320/SNC01145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwIZIxXtI/AAAAAAAAB-w/pZUtFKXRrVI/s1600-h/SNC01148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403176204938338002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwIZIxXtI/AAAAAAAAB-w/pZUtFKXRrVI/s320/SNC01148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwIFvMo9I/AAAAAAAAB-o/cYX-0AtwmWE/s1600-h/SNC01152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403176199730799570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwIFvMo9I/AAAAAAAAB-o/cYX-0AtwmWE/s320/SNC01152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, last weekend was superb! I get to spend my tym with family. And we went to Syarifah Aini's concert. It was fun though I do not know all of her songs. All the &lt;em&gt;makciks&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pakciks&lt;/em&gt; were so hyped up the moment the "&lt;em&gt;gerek&lt;/em&gt;" songs are being played. They were being really silly but funny. I followed suit! It was good fun. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S: I'm looking forward for this weekend! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7623938569701383947?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7623938569701383947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7623938569701383947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7623938569701383947' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvvwJAPNQeI/AAAAAAAAB_A/4E0Xlw3vAMk/s72-c/SNC00936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1484070549273077235</id><published>2009-11-08T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:13:11.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some quotes &amp;amp; sayings that is interesting yet very true. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvaK21V9JgI/AAAAAAAAB-I/FgjhQEa3AK0/s1600-h/3671853.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401657477714224642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvaK21V9JgI/AAAAAAAAB-I/FgjhQEa3AK0/s320/3671853.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvaK2YA8UjI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DUSoZ5ho7wY/s1600-h/life_quotes_graphics_01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401657469841461810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvaK2YA8UjI/AAAAAAAAB-A/DUSoZ5ho7wY/s320/life_quotes_graphics_01.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvaK2LP1fzI/AAAAAAAAB94/SGk_PpPOow0/s1600-h/Basic_Rub-ons_Life_Quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401657466414268210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvaK2LP1fzI/AAAAAAAAB94/SGk_PpPOow0/s320/Basic_Rub-ons_Life_Quotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1484070549273077235?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1484070549273077235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1484070549273077235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1484070549273077235' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvaK21V9JgI/AAAAAAAAB-I/FgjhQEa3AK0/s72-c/3671853.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6559052403794036405</id><published>2009-11-05T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:34:00.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvLGCeiZYJI/AAAAAAAAB9w/QaOIxANucxI/s1600-h/sunset-beach-nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400596649030017170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvLGCeiZYJI/AAAAAAAAB9w/QaOIxANucxI/s320/sunset-beach-nature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life has taken it's slight turn for me. It suprised me at first but I have to take it as a stepping stone in life. Shouldnt treat it like a barrier to continue living my life. I still have the people that loves me. It's ok. There's no one to be blamed. It's the situation that had to be blamed. Anyway, who would have guessed it would turned out this way. Nobody could determined the future. Well, at the very least I still have the memories to hang on to. It will make me a little sad to thinkback about the past, but I had to accept it all whether I like it or not. Everyone would have experienced what I am going through right now, so it's not really a bizarre thing that happened in life. So, moving on with life now. Things actually are going quite smoothly, a normal happy life, with normal problems. I just wish all the best for my future endeavours. Take every opportunities as a learning experience in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is like a mirror. You'll get the BEST result when YOU smile at it." :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6559052403794036405?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6559052403794036405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6559052403794036405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6559052403794036405' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SvLGCeiZYJI/AAAAAAAAB9w/QaOIxANucxI/s72-c/sunset-beach-nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5174138585474402995</id><published>2009-10-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:01:43.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SufOiRxfomI/AAAAAAAAB9g/-QV6v8j_7Fo/s1600-h/92045a05ff36575a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397509766708699746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SufOiRxfomI/AAAAAAAAB9g/-QV6v8j_7Fo/s400/92045a05ff36575a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is one thing which I will remember &amp;amp; will never forgive myself. My carelessness has caused me a lifetime of commitment which will torment me every single day. An endurant which I have to suffer in silence and no condolence would take that pain away. It is me who will feel it all. And it is me who will go through it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5174138585474402995?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5174138585474402995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5174138585474402995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5174138585474402995' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SufOiRxfomI/AAAAAAAAB9g/-QV6v8j_7Fo/s72-c/92045a05ff36575a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-8894322311483490786</id><published>2009-10-17T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:05:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/StlAkVUux1I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/IZOg7QX5ygA/s1600-h/d65c68e89ba149a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393413021696444242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/StlAkVUux1I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/IZOg7QX5ygA/s320/d65c68e89ba149a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Things has been really hard for me for the past couple of days. Somehow I feel like i'm a capable handicapped who can still moves, and walks by themself. It's kindda ironic for me, but I miss my class and school and lessons. I've been missing out A LOT of things. And it's just two weeks since school starts, and I've already missed out lessons. oh jeez. Well, the thing is I've been really sick. And it's not like I'll be ok after a few more days, cuz my illness is so unstable. And I can be feeling very well on one day, and the next day, I'll be on my bed the whole day stuffing in drugs into my stomach. Oh god. I just hope I would be ok by Monday. I really wanna go school, and I do have some important things to do after that. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-8894322311483490786?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8894322311483490786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/8894322311483490786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8894322311483490786' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/StlAkVUux1I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/IZOg7QX5ygA/s72-c/d65c68e89ba149a4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-114636155369646409</id><published>2009-10-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:57:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss39a4mH6BI/AAAAAAAAB9I/hee7H60T7Bc/s1600-h/44d7b892e37844dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390242967343065106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss39a4mH6BI/AAAAAAAAB9I/hee7H60T7Bc/s400/44d7b892e37844dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss373Cm-CFI/AAAAAAAAB8w/9oYS3MlQoto/s1600-h/43+jkvfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390241252044048466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss373Cm-CFI/AAAAAAAAB8w/9oYS3MlQoto/s320/43+jkvfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just came back from celebrating my sayangs b'day. I made a card for him and it was actually a last minute thing. hahah. Sorry syg. U didnt know bout tht. heehe. Anyways, today we just had a simple lunch cum dinner at tpy hub; fork &amp;amp; spoon. Then we headed to yishun for our movie! The Ugly Truth. It was really a damn hilarious movie. I noticed something when I watched it just now. Some scenes when there was humour, which some typical Singaporeans arent really sure or aware of, was not even laughing. I can really hear myself burst out laughing out loud in the theatre. Felt kindda paiseh at the moment. But, what the hell. haaahaa. So yeah. I guess Americans just talk too fast that some S'poreans arent tht fast engh to gt wht they were saying.. oh well. But we really had some fun just now. ^ v ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-114636155369646409?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/114636155369646409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/114636155369646409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#114636155369646409' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss39a4mH6BI/AAAAAAAAB9I/hee7H60T7Bc/s72-c/44d7b892e37844dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7818621143090227802</id><published>2009-10-08T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:53:45.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss2K1W2Nm2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/ovM-no2c9Zc/s1600-h/bdubvr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390116978303015778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss2K1W2Nm2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/ovM-no2c9Zc/s320/bdubvr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It has now came to almost a week after school reopens and being in a whole new environment with unfamiliar faces. I didn't manage to start off well and adapting to the new environment at first. I was home sick! haaha. Meaning to say that I was missing my family, E36M mates and my bf very badly. I wanted to be around people whom I've known and are comfortable with. Not with people whom I know nuts about. I had no motivation to come to school early like I used to. Though I managed to get along with my new mates, it just didnt feel right. My presentation is improving, however, it improved without the presence of my E36M mates. haix. It felt really sucky. I almost feel like I had no hope in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today marks the 4th day in E35C. Things in class has went much better now. I don't really feel awkward whenever I wanna make stoopid jokes or lame remarks. I managed to get along very well with a couple of my mates. I wanna redo all of the daily routines that I used to be doing with my new mates, but unfortunately, things doesnt always goes the way we want it to be. I just hope I could foster a good and healthy relationship with all of my new mates in the future, and hopefully, they might just be as lively and crazy as my previous beloved classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7818621143090227802?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7818621143090227802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7818621143090227802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7818621143090227802' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Ss2K1W2Nm2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/ovM-no2c9Zc/s72-c/bdubvr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-9168021326763678180</id><published>2009-10-01T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:02:29.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SsRv1Uk8NoI/AAAAAAAAB8g/FnOShGiGuWI/s1600-h/my+photo+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387554016089355906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SsRv1Uk8NoI/AAAAAAAAB8g/FnOShGiGuWI/s400/my+photo+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was overwhelmed with a mixed emotions. I just finished my "installation" of CS4 in RP. It took me 5 hrs to get my "installation" done. And it just turned out that my "installation" wasnt really installed in my laptop after all. haix. I was damn dissapointed. The moment I open the screen and saw this one word, my heart alr started to teared up. I could just feel it. My eyes were alr watery but i managed not to tear. Just all in the heart babeh. oh well. I have to come back again tmr for my installation, again. Anyone wanna company me?? :( *sob2* Anyway, I just checked my class &amp;amp; i was really relieved when I saw one of my previous classmate would be in the same class as me. yeaayy!! Well, just hope semester 2 will be as "fun" as the first one. hahah. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-9168021326763678180?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9168021326763678180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/9168021326763678180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#9168021326763678180' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SsRv1Uk8NoI/AAAAAAAAB8g/FnOShGiGuWI/s72-c/my+photo+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4273909017338504676</id><published>2009-09-29T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:12:00.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh god. Just got my results a few days ago. And it's coming to an end of the school holidays now..which means school will reopens very very soon. I'm kindda anxious, a lil bit of excited and some part of it is nervous &amp;amp; scared. I hope Semester 2 will be much better than the first one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, my results aren't quite bad. At least didn't failed any.. Just a lil worried about my GPA points. Things will get a lil tougher later though, as I go on to my 2nd &amp;amp; final year.. If my points are as bad now, wonder how bad will my points be later.. oh jeez..hopefully things will get better..who knows miracle happens and I'll finally have the motivation and urge to work very hard to get good points so that I can get into Uni later..haix. Just hope it will all work out just fine.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4273909017338504676?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4273909017338504676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4273909017338504676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4273909017338504676' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5571148712446051440</id><published>2009-09-25T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:19:40.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrubMgO-UsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/G-LpjlJYNn4/s1600-h/Sugar+%26+Sweet+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385068418565034690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrubMgO-UsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/G-LpjlJYNn4/s320/Sugar+%26+Sweet+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm awake right now cuz I can't sleep. Just need a way to express how I feel right now and be sleepy slowly as I type..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayang, I knew it's hard for us. Esp when we had planned smthg bt it didnt go as planned. It really sucks to be in this position and feeling this way. I know you got no choice. I just hope that the next time, you will find all the information that you can get before making the right decision. Now, tonight, I 'll just have to get over it as soon as possible. We can be as unhappy as we want to, and venge our anger however we want to, but we know it won't make any difference to it. We do it to venge our anger &amp;amp; unhappiness, sighing and dissapointment is all that we can do and feel. Cuz there's just no other choice and I'm clearly aware of that. Just wish time will pass fast as I really can't take it. It's really torturing. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5571148712446051440?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5571148712446051440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5571148712446051440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5571148712446051440' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrubMgO-UsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/G-LpjlJYNn4/s72-c/Sugar+%26+Sweet+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7565673640083877172</id><published>2009-09-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:55:26.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1st Day Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQzXgsU8I/AAAAAAAAB7w/FaB1ULneBbU/s1600-h/SNC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384071829191939010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQzXgsU8I/AAAAAAAAB7w/FaB1ULneBbU/s320/SNC00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQytUeIzI/AAAAAAAAB7o/QYUBnq4FiBw/s1600-h/SNC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384071817866388274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQytUeIzI/AAAAAAAAB7o/QYUBnq4FiBw/s320/SNC00122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQyMHiJhI/AAAAAAAAB7g/3Lu3vwrmNwc/s1600-h/SNC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384071808953755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQyMHiJhI/AAAAAAAAB7g/3Lu3vwrmNwc/s320/SNC00121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQxZdCFFI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/_Tlj3hAD8W4/s1600-h/SNC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384071795353719890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQxZdCFFI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/_Tlj3hAD8W4/s320/SNC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQwtUuzpI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/L_ngMhZ02VY/s1600-h/SNC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384071783507742354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQwtUuzpI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/L_ngMhZ02VY/s320/SNC00142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPtRkqr3I/AAAAAAAAB7I/iGGdlSUxArU/s1600-h/SNC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384070625007153010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPtRkqr3I/AAAAAAAAB7I/iGGdlSUxArU/s320/SNC00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPs2lJXBI/AAAAAAAAB7A/lDwB9CFW5TY/s1600-h/SNC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384070617761405970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPs2lJXBI/AAAAAAAAB7A/lDwB9CFW5TY/s320/SNC00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPsPVopsI/AAAAAAAAB64/zW-H4ahDYEw/s1600-h/SNC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384070607227365058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPsPVopsI/AAAAAAAAB64/zW-H4ahDYEw/s320/SNC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPrv6fXNI/AAAAAAAAB6w/nFnfVegW1xc/s1600-h/SNC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384070598792010962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPrv6fXNI/AAAAAAAAB6w/nFnfVegW1xc/s320/SNC00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Day Raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPqx7Qf5I/AAAAAAAAB6o/SuGM1elUHlk/s1600-h/SNC00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384070582152232850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgPqx7Qf5I/AAAAAAAAB6o/SuGM1elUHlk/s320/SNC00177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOFk8xtlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/X1kz5IgQbv8/s1600-h/SNC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384068843502155346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOFk8xtlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/X1kz5IgQbv8/s320/SNC00180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOFKil2dI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/n1rQXwAkPb8/s1600-h/SNC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384068836413004242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOFKil2dI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/n1rQXwAkPb8/s320/SNC00179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOEu3MHCI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/pngKj79-gRc/s1600-h/SNC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384068828983204898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOEu3MHCI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/pngKj79-gRc/s320/SNC00183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOD2Hr3HI/AAAAAAAAB6I/hTc7P8WBTGU/s1600-h/SNC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384068813751573618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgOD2Hr3HI/AAAAAAAAB6I/hTc7P8WBTGU/s320/SNC00186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgODQnnY_I/AAAAAAAAB6A/ixPlDBfigw4/s1600-h/SNC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384068803684951026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgODQnnY_I/AAAAAAAAB6A/ixPlDBfigw4/s320/SNC00188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNC2SpaBI/AAAAAAAAB54/IbtqFjoTSCo/s1600-h/SNC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384067697106053138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNC2SpaBI/AAAAAAAAB54/IbtqFjoTSCo/s320/SNC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNCX2HNOI/AAAAAAAAB5w/5F68lzoC-fQ/s1600-h/SNC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384067688933307618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNCX2HNOI/AAAAAAAAB5w/5F68lzoC-fQ/s320/SNC00200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNBqrpiGI/AAAAAAAAB5o/07GmseHGNnE/s1600-h/SNC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384067676809824354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNBqrpiGI/AAAAAAAAB5o/07GmseHGNnE/s320/SNC00203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNBDdLolI/AAAAAAAAB5g/k3coNEtHi7g/s1600-h/SNC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384067666280161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNBDdLolI/AAAAAAAAB5g/k3coNEtHi7g/s320/SNC00208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNAVnVg2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Q8eo8Ir5qX0/s1600-h/SNC00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384067653974721378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgNAVnVg2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Q8eo8Ir5qX0/s320/SNC00223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7565673640083877172?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7565673640083877172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7565673640083877172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7565673640083877172' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrgQzXgsU8I/AAAAAAAAB7w/FaB1ULneBbU/s72-c/SNC00119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4972935020298924845</id><published>2009-09-19T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:20:37.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRl7hTT5HI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/LLR5rBuAbeE/s1600-h/raya-210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383039527840638066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRl7hTT5HI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/LLR5rBuAbeE/s320/raya-210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRl7N7VKvI/AAAAAAAAB5I/bqCHbD8XHA8/s1600-h/raya-186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383039522639784690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRl7N7VKvI/AAAAAAAAB5I/bqCHbD8XHA8/s320/raya-186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRl6gSpMwI/AAAAAAAAB5A/_vkdyJrAF_A/s1600-h/raya-203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383039510389535490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRl6gSpMwI/AAAAAAAAB5A/_vkdyJrAF_A/s320/raya-203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During this Ramadhan, I would like to wish all my non-Muslim readers a Happy Hari Raya, and specially for my Muslim readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Menyambut Lebaran ini dengan penuh keinsafan dan kemaafan. Semoga lebaran ini lebih bermakna di samping orang yg dikasihi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a human being, I know I've done a lot mistakes to everyone. I may not be perfect but I'll try my very best to be perfect; to be there and please the people around me, esp my loved ones, as I don't intend to hurt anyone's feelings. Many sorrys or forgiveness will not do any good if it does not give any impact to anybody. Therefore the only thing that I'll ask from you is to just give me a chance to improvise myself as I'm not a perfect human but just a human that needed a chance to be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-4972935020298924845?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4972935020298924845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4972935020298924845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4972935020298924845' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRl7hTT5HI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/LLR5rBuAbeE/s72-c/raya-210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1240107041067888860</id><published>2009-09-19T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:10:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbRb4iPYI/AAAAAAAAB44/Z3yydep70FY/s1600-h/18-09-09_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383027809715371394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbRb4iPYI/AAAAAAAAB44/Z3yydep70FY/s320/18-09-09_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383027800397122994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbQ5K5DbI/AAAAAAAAB4w/DaSQmr-sBpM/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbQvz5r4I/AAAAAAAAB4o/YOyajvufHkY/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383027797884776322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbQvz5r4I/AAAAAAAAB4o/YOyajvufHkY/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbQOE07UI/AAAAAAAAB4g/_JFVMuPaYGE/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383027788828962114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbQOE07UI/AAAAAAAAB4g/_JFVMuPaYGE/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbPtQXqeI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/6DIeq6PVLz8/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383027780019005922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbPtQXqeI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/6DIeq6PVLz8/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went out with my classmate to break fast together. Planned out to go out all 7 of us, bt in the end only 4 of us able to make it. Aft meal we headed our separate ways cuz each of us are heading different destinations, bt it was fun though. We made jokes along the way and laughed the way through. Gonna miss them real bad as school is reopening really soon, which means, new classmates, new facilitators, new environment. oh well. Guess i'll just have to adjust to it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a random note: I so ♥ my new blog song!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1240107041067888860?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1240107041067888860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1240107041067888860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1240107041067888860' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrRbRb4iPYI/AAAAAAAAB44/Z3yydep70FY/s72-c/18-09-09_1747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1081695010675717513</id><published>2009-09-17T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:04:16.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5vZF_J_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0tY_djkOBFU/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382357622269618162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5vZF_J_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0tY_djkOBFU/s320/Picture0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5u6-73jI/AAAAAAAAB4I/K460kp3YKvY/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382357614186978866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5u6-73jI/AAAAAAAAB4I/K460kp3YKvY/s320/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5uSLBkMI/AAAAAAAAB4A/OD3LDHHMHJY/s1600-h/Picture0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382357603231830210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5uSLBkMI/AAAAAAAAB4A/OD3LDHHMHJY/s320/Picture0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5uErOKgI/AAAAAAAAB34/BZwy0XL0jjk/s1600-h/Picture0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382357599608777218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5uErOKgI/AAAAAAAAB34/BZwy0XL0jjk/s320/Picture0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without me realising it, my words does can be a lil hurtful towards u sometimes. Maybe it's because Virgo is known to be harsh and critical. oh well. Things between us are much better now. I've never imagined we could be so fierce with each other. Haha! But in the end, it all comes to one conclusion, that is we both love each other and despite our differences, it became our relationship and feelings stronger for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm sorry for evrythng dear. I know you do too. And we both know that we both love each other very much. We'll just try our best to make things work between us despite our differences, ok? *hugsnkissestoyou* love ya. :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1081695010675717513?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1081695010675717513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1081695010675717513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1081695010675717513' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SrH5vZF_J_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0tY_djkOBFU/s72-c/Picture0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6784140037843713754</id><published>2009-09-16T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:11:51.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmm.. finally. made contact with him just now. AT LAST! well, i was the one who gave him the message first, with the help of FATIN HANANI. sayang kamu! hehehe. anyway, i gave in, again, and messaged him. Then called him, from his voice i know he was missing me a lot. since, we're nt meeting today n tmr, due to my tution lessons. too bad sayang.. u would need to wait till friday night to meet me. ;) anyway, just reached hm, was out fr a time being cuz i got no key. so poor dad who was supposed to go to Clementi rushed home just to unlock the gate for me.. &lt;em&gt;awwwhhh..that's so sweet ryt? hmm..i love my parents. oh. not forgetting my sis too. hee&lt;/em&gt;. okay, i shall not post a lot since i nid to b ready by 645 to go fr my tution lesson. Adios! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6784140037843713754?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6784140037843713754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6784140037843713754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6784140037843713754' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-2431761240232097873</id><published>2009-09-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:50:00.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;first of all. this post is gonna be effing boring. so if u're bored &amp;amp; simply blog-hopping &amp;amp; hoping fr smthhg interesting, u jst went in to the wrng blog!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;oh well. just had an argument with him last nyt. urrggh! i just hate it whenever i planned and hoped fr smthg to go on smoothly, thr must always b this tiny thng tht will spoil EVRYTHNG! well, it's my fault at the first place. i'm just the gundu one. dammit! shudnt have done tht stupid thing. but i gave in and apologize cuz i knw whn i'm in the wrong, well sometimes. but thr is no rsn fr him to b hitting me bck by being soo heartless. *sigh* now he's jst gonna take his own sweet tym to give me a call once he's cool and calm down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UURGGHH. i waited for u the whole night hoping tht u might jst give me some simple goodnyt msg, or if not at the very least u could do is to give me a msg early in the morn b4 u go to work lyk u always do. bt no, u did none of tht. i cried myself to sleep cuz i was hoping u wud put aside ur ego n give me a simple goodnyt msg. hw could u jst say those 5 words to me, when i'm lyk trying my best to make up with u aft wt i've said to u. y cant u jst let go of ur ego fr once. u knw wt i'm gng thru ryt nw, n u still can jst heck care n take the night "off" n call me bck the nxt day.? URRGGHHH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sometimes LOVE cn make a fool out of people and make themselves look pathetic! well, dun tell me tht u've nvr done smthg stoopid &amp;amp; pathetic fr the ones u love, or force urself &amp;amp; do evrythng u cud &amp;amp; make urself look so pathetic, jst to make sure tht ur loved ones are happy and the two of u will b happy tghr. dammit. sometimes i just hate this word, LOVE. it can really make a psn as foolish as they can b w/o even think of the consequences. well even if they did think of it, they will try to be as ignorant so tht it wun ruin their relationship.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, LOVE is simply beautiful. it really is. once u've experienced it urself and be in tht position to tell the whole world of how fascinating it is to love and be in love with ur dear one, then u will knw wt it feels like. some people may think that LOVE is just merely two people become so fond of each other tht they jst carn engh of one another. talk &amp;amp; txt-ing them all day w/o even getting bored. well, tht's the beautiful part of it. but one may nt knw tht LOVE is also like a bond where two people learn to accept, give &amp;amp; take, be forgiving and appreciative of wtevr tht they have. LOVE makes the world go round. sometimes it doesnt always involve two ppl, it may involve the people around u like ur parents, relatives, even pets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LOVE can be defined in various ways. but to me, LOVE is about acceptance of other people's flaws &amp;amp; shortcomings, it's about forgiving when one makes a mistake and give &amp;amp; take with one another, other than that, then comes all the wonderful happy times shared, all the ups &amp;amp; downs tht they need to go thru with each other to make the relationship work rather than dumping it like waste in a rubbishbin, wasted. making a rltnshp work by going thru all the tough times simply makes the bond even stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, i've taked too much now. think i'll stop till here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hoping fr tht person to call a.s.a.p as he do nt knw tht he will b wanting me real bad cuz he dnt knw wht he'll gonna go thru fr tdy n tmr. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-2431761240232097873?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2431761240232097873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2431761240232097873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#2431761240232097873' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6797303194263256419</id><published>2009-09-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:21:17.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;My 18th Birthday Celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;13.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Location: Outside House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7pSOSv53I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/H7asJ7wMUHE/s1600-h/DSC01605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381495104037971826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7pSOSv53I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/H7asJ7wMUHE/s400/DSC01605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7pRpAPIJI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AQgJvHQCFB0/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381495094028214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7pRpAPIJI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AQgJvHQCFB0/s400/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7pRCbWnlI/AAAAAAAAB2A/TyMtSOPpFPg/s1600-h/13092009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381495083672968786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7pRCbWnlI/AAAAAAAAB2A/TyMtSOPpFPg/s400/13092009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o9bIcrBI/AAAAAAAAB14/N1er4ed3VrQ/s1600-h/13092009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381494746707176466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o9bIcrBI/AAAAAAAAB14/N1er4ed3VrQ/s400/13092009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Present from My Sayang :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o8vL3NJI/AAAAAAAAB1w/mUAhPw4Lzwk/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381494734910338194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o8vL3NJI/AAAAAAAAB1w/mUAhPw4Lzwk/s400/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Present&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;from Mommy &amp;amp; Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o8RbE9uI/AAAAAAAAB1o/1ygEuU2Xm6A/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381494726921090786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o8RbE9uI/AAAAAAAAB1o/1ygEuU2Xm6A/s400/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;14.09.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Location: Sakura Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Present from Daddy (Pink Sweater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o70nR7wI/AAAAAAAAB1g/0ARX6HM50RM/s1600-h/SNC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381494719187644162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o70nR7wI/AAAAAAAAB1g/0ARX6HM50RM/s400/SNC00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;The "September Baby" girls.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o7nV_MKI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/mWCLayEq4C8/s1600-h/SNC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381494715625451682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7o7nV_MKI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/mWCLayEq4C8/s400/SNC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nQ7tAOpI/AAAAAAAAB0o/AYzH5isK1AQ/s1600-h/SNC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492882844695186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nQ7tAOpI/AAAAAAAAB0o/AYzH5isK1AQ/s400/SNC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nQZy8XvI/AAAAAAAAB0g/gpGf1ePaJP0/s1600-h/SNC00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492873742802674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nQZy8XvI/AAAAAAAAB0g/gpGf1ePaJP0/s400/SNC00017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nP4Zl6pI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/V9_ZZMYvWBI/s1600-h/SNC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492864778103442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nP4Zl6pI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/V9_ZZMYvWBI/s400/SNC00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nPcbw_eI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/3-Yl8MdYP_0/s1600-h/SNC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492857271025122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nPcbw_eI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/3-Yl8MdYP_0/s400/SNC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nPBqs3sI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7iZalZx_sZc/s1600-h/SNC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492850085912258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7nPBqs3sI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7iZalZx_sZc/s400/SNC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mzGMTZII/AAAAAAAAB0A/8bTM5puuUaA/s1600-h/SNC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492370264253570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mzGMTZII/AAAAAAAAB0A/8bTM5puuUaA/s400/SNC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mx1_LwMI/AAAAAAAABzo/QKhus_FFfGs/s400/SNC00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mxU1IHiI/AAAAAAAABzg/dRJjAWoaLK8/s1600-h/SNC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381492339833839138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mxU1IHiI/AAAAAAAABzg/dRJjAWoaLK8/s400/SNC00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mSI0lD2I/AAAAAAAABzY/CYSWng5y9AU/s1600-h/SNC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491804034371426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mSI0lD2I/AAAAAAAABzY/CYSWng5y9AU/s400/SNC00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mRrVxsmI/AAAAAAAABzQ/nEFWlVpoK7g/s1600-h/SNC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491796120547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mRrVxsmI/AAAAAAAABzQ/nEFWlVpoK7g/s400/SNC00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mRHjfDJI/AAAAAAAABzI/KrCm8YeaAWA/s1600-h/SNC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491786514369682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mRHjfDJI/AAAAAAAABzI/KrCm8YeaAWA/s400/SNC00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mQgUdKyI/AAAAAAAABzA/ladnSVLSj_Y/s1600-h/SNC00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491775982349090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mQgUdKyI/AAAAAAAABzA/ladnSVLSj_Y/s400/SNC00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mQeGGqnI/AAAAAAAABy4/44js2n16NEA/s1600-h/SNC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491775385283186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7mQeGGqnI/AAAAAAAABy4/44js2n16NEA/s400/SNC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;The End :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6797303194263256419?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6797303194263256419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6797303194263256419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6797303194263256419' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sq7pSOSv53I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/H7asJ7wMUHE/s72-c/DSC01605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1913454606417945285</id><published>2009-09-13T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:18:31.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqxwTmhSk0I/AAAAAAAAByw/QKM7KYPZwPw/s1600-h/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380799136860902210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqxwTmhSk0I/AAAAAAAAByw/QKM7KYPZwPw/s400/DSC01585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the process... i've had many "hair-do looks". -_-&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv-QxxzPI/AAAAAAAAByo/yEVMlJWbyC4/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380798770247224562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv-QxxzPI/AAAAAAAAByo/yEVMlJWbyC4/s400/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv9-cPnTI/AAAAAAAAByg/G_bKRAd9iAQ/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380798765325065522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv9-cPnTI/AAAAAAAAByg/G_bKRAd9iAQ/s400/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv9ls7YSI/AAAAAAAAByY/-u3ANxM-cl8/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380798758684156194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv9ls7YSI/AAAAAAAAByY/-u3ANxM-cl8/s400/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv9J78CkI/AAAAAAAAByQ/pRpCJ6RwbCA/s1600-h/DSC01590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380798751230921282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv9J78CkI/AAAAAAAAByQ/pRpCJ6RwbCA/s400/DSC01590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv83nPLoI/AAAAAAAAByI/F-pQ7rmXHlE/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380798746312257154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sqxv83nPLoI/AAAAAAAAByI/F-pQ7rmXHlE/s400/DSC01603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeay! i'm finally 18! wohooo. &lt;em&gt;dah legal dah hannah..&lt;/em&gt; hehehe. anyway, &lt;strong&gt;i really thank all my wonderful friends for all the sweet wishes!&lt;/strong&gt; some of em were really unexpected and it is defintely a pleasant suprise for me. well, as i'm growing a year older, it does makes me feel like i gotta think like a mature adult now though there's still a lot for me to learn from life and in everything that i do. hmmm. so, today i'm planning to celebrate it with my beloved bf, meeting him soon. we not gonna do much but jst spending our time together, watching movies at my laptop. then tmr would b celebrating it with my fam, having dinner at Sakura Buffet. yumm-yumm! i'm definitely looking forward to it. as for presents, i'm not expecting anything frm anybody cuz it no longer matter to me, really. well, i just had a new hairdo ystdy, dyed reddish-brown, nt really obvious in dark places though bt i loove it, no matter wt ppl say. it was sponsored by my sis &amp;amp; she'll be giving me a lil suprise present which i dnt knw wt. so thts my present frm my fam. and my bf, i'm nt sure wt he's got for me, we gonna collect it at tp ltr. weeee.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1913454606417945285?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1913454606417945285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1913454606417945285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1913454606417945285' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqxwTmhSk0I/AAAAAAAAByw/QKM7KYPZwPw/s72-c/DSC01585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1169510783029870377</id><published>2009-09-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:56:27.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqmZV0jGdlI/AAAAAAAABxQ/5-QkIwwXRKA/s1600-h/1_677709497l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379999830032938578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqmZV0jGdlI/AAAAAAAABxQ/5-QkIwwXRKA/s400/1_677709497l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 2009 and this picture was taken on Oct 2008. This is our very first picture together taken on Hari Raya 2008. I can still remember the very first first time that we've met and how I've fallen in love with you the moment I saw you in your uniform. &lt;em&gt;Man in uniform, i looike! hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; So, that was only through physical attraction. And then as months goes by, I'm starting to know you even better, all your likes &amp;amp; dislikes, and the way you present yourself in public and your personality. I began to learn to accept all your flaws and tolerate all your nonsensical.Somehow I began to love this person named Muhd Nawawi Bin Reduan despite all that. And as time goes by I'm learning what love really is and what it's like being in love with the person whom you've accepted, not by how what he is, but who he really is. I do not know what's gonna happen if we were to be apart. All your lame jokes and the way you show your blur-ness to me really brought smiles to my face. There's nothing more that I could asked for, but to last long with you my dear. Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1169510783029870377?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1169510783029870377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1169510783029870377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1169510783029870377' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqmZV0jGdlI/AAAAAAAABxQ/5-QkIwwXRKA/s72-c/1_677709497l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6127848231862032964</id><published>2009-09-04T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:25:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqDAQUb9W-I/AAAAAAAABxI/_mDbah0HnPY/s1600-h/nciodvnorb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377509341676788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqDAQUb9W-I/AAAAAAAABxI/_mDbah0HnPY/s400/nciodvnorb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if whatever that revolves around me is what it is or just an illusion. Maybe it takes awhile to be really sure of what is surrounding you, as it is rather difficult to be sure of it in a glance. As far as I know, I have put in all my faith and has set aside all of my doubts, though there may be some ridiculous thoughts that would come by, but I'd never let it come into power as that would be would be devastating after all that we've been through. Nevertheless, I shall take this as a stepping stone rather than an obstacle in my journey of life. No matter what you say I will not let it affect the thing that we have now. As I cherished the time at that we have &amp;amp; been through together, all the ups &amp;amp; downs that happened in our life. May you be happy and get what all you deserve in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s a wrong decision to continue this, but maybe it has its own worth. God knows. I’m just merely a human who goes around by destiny and fate that is on my side, NOBODY could determine the future, not even the most powerful fortune teller, if there is, on Earth. Therefore, I shall not utter a single regrets to whatever that I’ve done in the past and the present.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6127848231862032964?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6127848231862032964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6127848231862032964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6127848231862032964' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SqDAQUb9W-I/AAAAAAAABxI/_mDbah0HnPY/s72-c/nciodvnorb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-5381730329888104522</id><published>2009-09-03T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:37:36.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Sem 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sp8PIdKoX3I/AAAAAAAABxA/mfEqyYmMDE0/s1600-h/5453_1116565719681_1393129199_30305357_5670651_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377033118046248818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sp8PIdKoX3I/AAAAAAAABxA/mfEqyYmMDE0/s400/5453_1116565719681_1393129199_30305357_5670651_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sp8PH7q-nVI/AAAAAAAABw4/Xkh5GNZ059c/s1600-h/5453_1116570159792_1393129199_30305385_3855049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377033109055118674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sp8PH7q-nVI/AAAAAAAABw4/Xkh5GNZ059c/s400/5453_1116570159792_1393129199_30305385_3855049_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'M GONNA MISS THEM. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-5381730329888104522?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5381730329888104522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/5381730329888104522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5381730329888104522' title='Last day of Sem 1'/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sp8PIdKoX3I/AAAAAAAABxA/mfEqyYmMDE0/s72-c/5453_1116565719681_1393129199_30305357_5670651_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7985631676886913520</id><published>2009-08-23T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:42:00.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;UT 3 is gonna end soon &amp;amp; tht marks the end of the first semester. Which also marks the end of my journey in E36M. It is sad, though. Never knew that the class tht I once entered, with all the unfamiliar faces that I've nvr seen before, and all the different characteristic of each and evry one my mates that is unique has ended up to be such good friends. I am glad tht I once knew them and the beloved Faci's of E36M. I wish you all the luck in your success in your future endeavours! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fasting month has finally arrived. Everyone seemd to be ecstatic and excited about it, apart from me. I'm clueless to what is happening with me. But all I know is that whatever it may is, I just need to accept it for what it is and find a way to solve it, slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, my schedule has been quite tight lately, with my tution with Tenisha as her exam is coming and my UTs, which is gonna end pretty soon. (Now that, I can't wait. haha) But life has been it's ups and downs for me. Well, tht's pretty norm and I'm starting to learn more of my life. Maybe it's because of tht I'm growing and maturing as years goes by, though I may not an expert on what life is. But it's ok. But slowly, like a baby trying to walk, soon enough I will succeed in achieving what I wanted in life. &lt;em&gt;Insya'allah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S To be honest, been missing my friends badly, though it's not been tht obvious to u guys. Bt seriously..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7985631676886913520?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7985631676886913520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7985631676886913520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#7985631676886913520' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-9053418646956103124</id><published>2009-08-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:46:52.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SoETHYHuubI/AAAAAAAABww/ER5bdH3aFjo/s1600-h/P7100952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;10.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A DAY OUT WITH THE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SoESeoAjhgI/AAAAAAAABwo/IuHK3NdbVVM/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368592548147463682" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;National's Day Eve @ Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92VV5SPjI/AAAAAAAABuo/tiBm8YQW_nk/s1600-h/Photo0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368139389875666482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92VV5SPjI/AAAAAAAABuo/tiBm8YQW_nk/s400/Photo0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92N8vAJyI/AAAAAAAABug/cExOGZoeWJE/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368139262862567202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92N8vAJyI/AAAAAAAABug/cExOGZoeWJE/s400/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92Ni1v3AI/AAAAAAAABuY/FeFIv1xTLbw/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368139255911537666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92Ni1v3AI/AAAAAAAABuY/FeFIv1xTLbw/s400/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92NTjZBtI/AAAAAAAABuQ/0-G1x6YMKlw/s1600-h/Photo0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368139251808011986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92NTjZBtI/AAAAAAAABuQ/0-G1x6YMKlw/s400/Photo0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;National's Day Celebration Outside ACM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92MmNQjfI/AAAAAAAABuI/hRo8vtswS88/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368139239635586546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92MmNQjfI/AAAAAAAABuI/hRo8vtswS88/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn92MVesi9I/AAAAAAAABuA/wfEkDw5xBkc/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368139235145321426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn0OaBw1CII/AAAAAAAABrY/K0eON5vA8lg/s320/fnrifnrorf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So many things yet so little time. UT week is coming and I'm not fully prepared for it. Haven't even started revising for my exam. haix. What am I going to do.. *shakehead* Maybe it's time I need to have some planning in my life, so that things will be a lil bit organised.. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, I've just started tutoring and will get my pay in another 3 weeks time. I think it's time I should start planning for my future as I am not getting younger as years goes by.. And things aren't gonna be the way it is right now. I should be more serious in certain stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Woww. Hannah has finally starting to act like her age now.... hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, life has been pretty good for me these past few days.. My relationship with family is getting better as relating with my relationship with my bf. No more scoldings of coming home late! haha. Now I've learn to be more responsible of my own timing to be home on time. Furthermore, my relationship with my bf is getting stronger each day. Our understanding with each other is progressing and we are becoming better in our communication level. We truly hope that this relationship of ours will continue till the day comes. But still have a long way to go. And the both of us realised of that fact. In other words, we will keep on making this relationship work with one another as we love each other truthfully. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just hope that things will go as planned in my future. But whatever that will happen will happen. And nothing could stop it. I just have to accept the fact and look on the positive side of life. There's more to my life and I have to take every opportunity as a lesson. There's reason to everything that happens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1955901523190634411?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1955901523190634411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1955901523190634411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1955901523190634411' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/Sn0OaBw1CII/AAAAAAAABrY/K0eON5vA8lg/s72-c/fnrifnrorf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-2429098965473377048</id><published>2009-07-10T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:08:13.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldX5agKViI/AAAAAAAABOU/sGtMBLClS-s/s1600-h/Picture0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E36M 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVakwE9xI/AAAAAAAABOM/7GUzrYNJn_8/s1600-h/snapshotd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356844196810782482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVakwE9xI/AAAAAAAABOM/7GUzrYNJn_8/s320/snapshotd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVIFp8Z6I/AAAAAAAABOE/9hJKT01--IA/s1600-h/snapshot7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843879225911202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVIFp8Z6I/AAAAAAAABOE/9hJKT01--IA/s320/snapshot7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVH-hzQLI/AAAAAAAABN8/tzz6d4VBM2A/s1600-h/snapshot6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843877312708786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVH-hzQLI/AAAAAAAABN8/tzz6d4VBM2A/s320/snapshot6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVHqFgMhI/AAAAAAAABN0/yp-05IkOFNQ/s1600-h/snapshot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843871825310226" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldTLlvT4mI/AAAAAAAABMs/BczXtAwKNF8/s320/Picture0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldTLZ9XejI/AAAAAAAABMk/dQNCVGYmOsQ/s1600-h/5416_126296844967_696469967_3033974_2359104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356841737192438322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldTLZ9XejI/AAAAAAAABMk/dQNCVGYmOsQ/s320/5416_126296844967_696469967_3033974_2359104_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldTLKX0QNI/AAAAAAAABMc/KNH7seJghYI/s1600-h/5416_126296684967_696469967_3033947_4727844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356841733008408786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldTLKX0QNI/AAAAAAAABMc/KNH7seJghYI/s320/5416_126296684967_696469967_3033947_4727844_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldTK8B_l7I/AAAAAAAABMU/flyc03vOnjo/s1600-h/5416_126296694967_696469967_3033948_8171513_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356841729158780850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldTK8B_l7I/AAAAAAAABMU/flyc03vOnjo/s320/5416_126296694967_696469967_3033948_8171513_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's been 10 weeks since the start of the school. And I'm lovin my classmatez! But unfortunately we have to change classes by the next semester.. -.- I will always remember this class. E36M 2009. You will be missed badly.. Anyway, life has to move on in RP some way or another. May u guys excel in whatever you do. :) Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-2429098965473377048?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2429098965473377048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/2429098965473377048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2429098965473377048' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SldVakwE9xI/AAAAAAAABOM/7GUzrYNJn_8/s72-c/snapshotd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6459728020326641425</id><published>2009-06-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:21:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZjK-4DLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/T3kAkxZjccQ/s1600-h/Us!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352696986652380338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZjK-4DLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/T3kAkxZjccQ/s320/Us!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZi4rB3eI/AAAAAAAAA8k/3yxAcCfuAJc/s1600-h/Peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352696981737299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZi4rB3eI/AAAAAAAAA8k/3yxAcCfuAJc/s320/Peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Beautiful peacock isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZGZbGXTI/AAAAAAAAA8c/4XVqR_pO28I/s1600-h/DeSweetCouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352696492312649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZGZbGXTI/AAAAAAAAA8c/4XVqR_pO28I/s320/DeSweetCouple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZGJDwIVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Tk4ffvghM2M/s1600-h/A+kiss+2+Syg!2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352696487919755602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZGJDwIVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Tk4ffvghM2M/s320/A+kiss+2+Syg!2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The greatness of being in LOVE! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZGLgk0lI/AAAAAAAAA8M/e4LGrB1QBSs/s1600-h/page6870980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352696488577520210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZGLgk0lI/AAAAAAAAA8M/e4LGrB1QBSs/s320/page6870980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoying the meal huh..? yumm yumm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZFx959LI/AAAAAAAAA8E/njGb7H0ke5I/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352696481721218226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZFx959LI/AAAAAAAAA8E/njGb7H0ke5I/s320/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This dessert is DELISH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZFgfwocI/AAAAAAAAA78/Usklr3ph4Zs/s1600-h/DSC01395-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352696477031375298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZFgfwocI/AAAAAAAAA78/Usklr3ph4Zs/s320/DSC01395-horz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, I had a day out with my beloved hubby. We went to Vivo and then Sentosa. Didnt really had an idea of where to go actually cuz we're tryin to cut down on our expenses. We literally took the Red Line Bus on impulse just bcuz we had no idea of whr to go &amp;amp; planned to just alight on impulse as well. We alight at this Palawan beach bus stop which was located at the far East, so we had to walk all the way to the Beach Station. Along the way we got to see this verry beautiful peacock &amp;amp; I managed to take a close up picture of it. Heh! Then, planned to catch Songs Of The Seas at 7.30pm, but it was fully booked. So headed to Vivo again and we had our dinner, at Thai Express. Gotta tell you, the soup that they serve is soo deceiving! I almost teared while tasting the soup.. =_= Hah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrived home b4 11. Received a call from Daddy and literally got a good scolding from him cuz I was home late. Haix. By right i reached home b4 11, 1030 to be exact. Then, the message that really hit me.. Many thoughts running through my mind during dt time. But I dun dare to raise it out to them.. -_- Let it just pass by my memories.. And let time decides it all. Meanwhile the both of us will try to take this as a stepping stone and not an obstacle in our relationship as we want this thing to work between us with whatever it takes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6459728020326641425?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6459728020326641425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6459728020326641425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6459728020326641425' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkiZjK-4DLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/T3kAkxZjccQ/s72-c/Us!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-7861546578946166943</id><published>2009-06-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:22:03.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRmju2V58I/AAAAAAAAA7M/GbYG5HZYJxY/s1600-h/page47495.jpg"&gt;Last weekend had a family gathering with my close relatives at SCDF SEA TRAINING CENTRE. At first when I saw the place I thought it was like some kind of an office place or something cuz it does not look like a chalet at all to me, but little do I know that there's a chalet room at the 2nd floor and BBQ pit at the ground floor. -.- We stayed 3 day 2 nights. Relatives and some of my Dad's friend came during the 1st day for the BBQ. I must say I had fun bbq-ing the chix and many other munchies. Think I'm a pro at it already.. :D At night, played "&lt;em&gt;bunga api&lt;/em&gt;" with my dad and relatives. Felt like a kid again.. The next day it's family time. Hang out and chill at the chalet, watch movies and eating junk food. Monday, woke up arnd 6 in the morning to go to school. -.- The End.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRssjbhj6I/AAAAAAAAA70/f-Gd5wXwcYk/s1600-h/page5785549.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351521769903722402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRssjbhj6I/AAAAAAAAA70/f-Gd5wXwcYk/s320/page5785549.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting up the BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRssR0WMvI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gQ4WE3mMgaQ/s1600-h/page47495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351521765175997170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRssR0WMvI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gQ4WE3mMgaQ/s320/page47495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My beloveds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRssCIyZkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/MsJG3EJ0RGo/s1600-h/page67945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351521760966764098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRssCIyZkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/MsJG3EJ0RGo/s320/page67945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wak Chum's B'day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRr-4P-hAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/b24h7MiM358/s1600-h/page6794084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351520985218450434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRr-4P-hAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/b24h7MiM358/s320/page6794084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister feeling like a kid again.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRr-wNuBbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/pimnjkl0Z5U/s1600-h/page57584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351520983061497266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRr-wNuBbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/pimnjkl0Z5U/s320/page57584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2nd day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chill &amp;amp; Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRmjC2_MeI/AAAAAAAAA60/sl_VXlBFYHY/s1600-h/page68954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515009471951330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRmjC2_MeI/AAAAAAAAA60/sl_VXlBFYHY/s320/page68954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DADDY CAUGHT A FISH! CATFISH!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i think..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRmi-NPTWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/gpZaKKg5OV8/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515008223104354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRmi-NPTWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/gpZaKKg5OV8/s320/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-7861546578946166943?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7861546578946166943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/7861546578946166943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7861546578946166943' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SkRssjbhj6I/AAAAAAAAA70/f-Gd5wXwcYk/s72-c/page5785549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-608845155589888043</id><published>2009-06-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:22:25.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand why u still don't gt it. It breaks my heart to realise the truth and it kills a part of me whenever I think about it back. Why can't u jst fake things for my sake? Sometimes I wonder if it's a mistake for me to even being chosen for this at the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-608845155589888043?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/608845155589888043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/608845155589888043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#608845155589888043' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-4498995227176338627</id><published>2009-06-12T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:05:33.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z86/stylemethodz/2009%20Bootcamp%20Videos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MOV02261.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z86/stylemethodz/2009%20Bootcamp%20Videos/th_MOV02261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1st time showcase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g215/girl_sonix/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MOV02263.flv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g215/girl_sonix/th_MOV02263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2nd time showcase)&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up a lil in this video...damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My showcase video at Bootcamp. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[try and spot me... ;)]&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6071830301599261293-4498995227176338627?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4498995227176338627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/4498995227176338627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4498995227176338627' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z86/stylemethodz/2009%20Bootcamp%20Videos/th_MOV02261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-1868230058504075750</id><published>2009-06-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:23:02.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12/06/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SjGzdHUoqsI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uextswWoeO8/s1600-h/Untitled01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346251545428667074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SjGzdHUoqsI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uextswWoeO8/s320/Untitled01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yesterday I just received a good news, that I 've made it through the 2nd audition a.k.a bootcamp. I was so filled with excitement that I nearly teared. It was about around 9-10pm when I got to know bout this. I was soo excited to spread the news to my beloved people cuz i was very happy about it. It gave me a sense of accomplishment and success that I've never had and felt in my life before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But at the same time, though all of the excitement and joy, I was quite disheartened by the timing schedule of the practices. It takes 3 days of the week for all of the practices, and there's this possibility that I may get drifted away with all the practices or I may not spend enough time for the people around me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna try my very best to make the people around me happy, I just wanna make them proud of me, cuz I've work so hard for this success which I've finally got it. All I want is to make them proud and be happy for me. And if I'm not able to manage it I just hope they will help me and remind me of my wrongdoings, if that's not much to ask for. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not really looking forward for the re-opening of the school this cumin monday. But I'm just hoping for the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[i'm gonna post the video of my showcase, hope u guys wud enjoy it. :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-1868230058504075750?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1868230058504075750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/1868230058504075750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1868230058504075750' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3EKWBZ5QvE/SjGzdHUoqsI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uextswWoeO8/s72-c/Untitled01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-6794555422406312229</id><published>2009-06-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:44:00.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10/06/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's gonna be officially 7 mths of our relationship this saturday but it doesnt seemed that we gonna be celebrating it together happy-happily, cuz we need to do some adjustments with our schedule as we have our own things to do. Things has been kindda ok lately. Little arguements every now and then, but sooner or later we're back lyk normal, or sometimes a lil *ding-dong!* haha. I guess we're now trying to adjust with things and somehow or rather we just go-with-the-flow. Sometimes it's hard, but sometimes we didn't even realised that it's been a few days that we'd not seen each other. Hubby has been such a sweetheart to make a short video of our pictures and our memories, together with a song. Gonna upload it for u readers to enjoy, it's so sweet till i nearly teared when I first saw it. It's such a blessing to have him in my life. Love him loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bef1647b56bfe99" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bef1647b56bfe99%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331359070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63CFC286F7EE9562A3BA521CD5431ADF664A608F.14AC2F3BD489A729FC301D29B469C066354DB4AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bef1647b56bfe99%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz62bfxOO5y-4zub6k7Xjj-rqTvE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bef1647b56bfe99%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331359070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63CFC286F7EE9562A3BA521CD5431ADF664A608F.14AC2F3BD489A729FC301D29B469C066354DB4AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bef1647b56bfe99%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz62bfxOO5y-4zub6k7Xjj-rqTvE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-6794555422406312229?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1bef1647b56bfe99&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6794555422406312229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/6794555422406312229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6794555422406312229' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-466989944560795185</id><published>2009-06-08T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:32:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just came back from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boot Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh! Had a damn good fun yaw! haha. Went to RP with syu but sadly we cudnt be in the same group. :( oh well. So we played a few games before we get down to the training sessions. And a group name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Funk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; babeh!! I soo loove my group despite i felt homesick all of a sudden at the first day, haha. And our showcase was ok, cuz well, i screwed up on the 2nd time showcasing. damnit man. haix." but thank god i continued.." that was wat my student leader told me.. The camp was cool. We made a suprising discovery that actually one of my team mate was some sort of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the hiphop IG. LOL-ness. They are being hired as a spy to coach us during the 1 1/2 day of camp andto see our progress. How cool is that!!? nyahahax. Felt that lil tiny feeling of being cheated to be honest. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That is to spice things up in the camp yea. Cool cool. I hope i cud be a spy nxt yr in the next boot camp, if i cud make the cut! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm at home having cramps all over my body.. somehow i felt like some disabled person. I cudnt climb up or walk down the stairs. My thighs will be screaming for help, or was it me who was screaming for help wnevr i climb up n down the stairs. hah! And I cudnt even bend down, my bck will be so cramp till i nid to bend down lyk an 80 yr old woman! I shud put some massage oil and have more rest.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohh please please rain..dn i cn have a gooood rest while my muscles's taking a break...*prayhard* &lt;/em&gt;:l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6071830301599261293-466989944560795185?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/466989944560795185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/466989944560795185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#466989944560795185' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071830301599261293.post-3978973567574388665</id><published>2009-05-25T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:16:52.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday met boyfie and decided to take up this quiz together. This is something that WE find to be true. We're soo lovin it! weeeeee..nyahahax! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muhd Nawawi &amp;amp; Nurul Hannah's results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your results are in! Now that you've taken the Love Compatibility Quiz, we've compared and computed your answers. Are you ready to find out if you and your partner are a good love match? The answer is waiting for you below! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Romance Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nawawi, you are a Practical Jane or Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't want a lot of money or hoopla surrounding your love -- all that materialism isn't good for the soul. But that doesn't mean you don't want to share -- and be shown -- signs of affection. Simple, homespun and heartfelt expressions are the ways to your heart -- and that's how you show your love in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nurul Hannah is a Traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red roses, chocolate truffles and champagne say it all for you. Whether you're playing Prince Charming or looking for him, you want things to be right out of a fairy tale. Traditional females have a harder time in love than their male counterparts; if they're not paired with someone who can show them affection, they may retreat into a world of romance novels and Nora Ephron movies, while Traditional males are generally snatched up like hotcakes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Romantic Compatibility:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Practical Jane or Joe/Traditional: The Practical Jane or Joe and the Traditional are not so far apart in what they want -- they just have slightly different ways of showing it. It's fairly easy for each to adapt his or her ways to the other's, although there will always be the occasional gift that's slightly off the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Communication Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nawawi, you are a Compromiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't like friction, and because of your desire for smooth sailing, you welcome your partner's suggestions and point of view. You choose your battles wisely, but you don't always get to the heart of the matter, preferring instead to keep the peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nurul Hannah is a Gifted Communicator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You and your significant other are equal partners in your relationship, thanks to excellent communication skills. You openly express your feelings without negativity or accusations. You listen intently to your partner's issues, ideas and suggestions, and not only are you able to skillfully articulate your feelings and ideas, but you're also able to understand your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Communication Compatibility:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gifted Communicator/Compromiser: Oh, what a blissful relationship you two have! You bring out the best in each other through open, supportive and expressive dialogue. You'll be together for a very long and joyous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Astrological Assessment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nawawi, you are a Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In love relationships, Libra is playful and romantic. The great strength of the Libra-born is their drive for peace and harmony. Their skill at seeing all sides of a situation makes Libra one of the most fair-minded characters of the zodiac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nurul Hannah is a Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In love relationships, Virgo is devoted and sometimes jealous, but rarely flirtatious. The great strength of the Virgo-born is their attention to detail and their desire to be of service. Their commitment to helping others makes Virgo one of the most giving characters of the zodiac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Astrological Compatibility:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Virgo and Libra unite, it can be like the coming together of two puzzle pieces. Each interlocks into the other and comfortably rests in place. Both signs are looking for security in a partnership, and they share a love of beauty and culture. They can work together efficiently and smoothly, because they desire similar end rewards. The Virgo-Libra relationship may start slowly, but it will blossom once both partners grow to understand and respect each other. The best aspect of the Virgo-Libra relationship is their mutual appreciation of organization and culture. Aesthetics are important to both partners, and they share a love of the finer things in life. Their similar tastes and loves make theirs a relationship of great harmony.&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/6071830301599261293-3978973567574388665?l=myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3978973567574388665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6071830301599261293/posts/default/3978973567574388665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myswitmemoirs.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3978973567574388665' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694703647368743970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9E7kXjljYFg/TjjFSXWYQLI/AAAAAAAACds/4M4oVagNofI/s220/Picture0015.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
