<?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-1049790903615348417</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:04:09.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When she takes off the mask.</title><subtitle type='html'>She fakes her smile for others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7220679175026832294</id><published>2009-09-08T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:01:00.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its time i annouce, that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving off to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caughtlove@bs.com (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks, pls relink me there, if you want. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. k. I've updated there a few already, so just read.&lt;br /&gt;Tagboard/links, will go there. :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7220679175026832294?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7220679175026832294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7220679175026832294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7220679175026832294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving.html' title='moving.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7743363949069921171</id><published>2009-09-06T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:44:12.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This world, without you.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, new skin again. (: Obviously, because it's nice and plain.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what got into me, I really like this skin.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm tired. It's 11:30AM in the morning. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feeeeel like doing something. Parents arent at home, and they are not gonna be until late night. Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What - to - do. And I'm officially missing him!&lt;br /&gt;GOD. I feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go get food now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog on later guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7743363949069921171?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7743363949069921171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7743363949069921171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7743363949069921171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='This world, without you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7214344550545501902</id><published>2009-09-05T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:02:53.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got my smiling in my sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Missing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Fly With Me - Jonas Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Decided to post up my ideal stuff I want for a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) That half-cardigan I've been wanting so bad.&lt;br /&gt;2) Get an unlimited-sms plan for my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;3) A new bag, I swear I need one.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ipod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. Just 4 stuff I want in life. :-) Just to make it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be 5. But gotten it already, hahaa. Don't ask what. By the wayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday comin' up, soon. So, yeah. I'm turning 13 man. Isn't it cool?!?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, NO. -.- I don't think it is. But though, I know, that it isn't that awesome to be thirteen, I've lived like 13 years, with full of pain and stuff. Shouldn't I celebrate he moment that I'm really turning to be another mature young adult? HAHA. I sound like an idiot talking about how I'm suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, alsooo. Parents are leaving for Malaysia tomorrow for shopping, and I'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid, right? But, too bad. :-) I know, I don't wanna go, cuz' I feel like staying-in. Doing some alone stuff. That sounds even stupider. Wait, is there a word stupider? Oh who cares. In my dictionary, there is. So okay. I'm tired now, I shall go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, so much. Come back soon. I wanna talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7214344550545501902?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7214344550545501902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/youve-got-my-smiling-in-my-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7214344550545501902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7214344550545501902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/youve-got-my-smiling-in-my-sleep.html' title='You&apos;ve got my smiling in my sleep.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1622768388074704600</id><published>2009-09-04T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:25:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never wanted to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Lucky - Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Colbie Calliat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm down with a flu, being sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really sucks. :( Hais, I know I know. I sound like an idiot. But, really. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday? Sick? :'( Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. Anyway, today I watched Queenscup. (-:&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehe. Volleyball is awesome okay. I didn't know that the girls would do this great.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the seniors. Jia You! (-: C boys didn't win. :( It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;There will be other matches.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm too sick and tired to actually blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, that I'm sick. With this annoying running nose. :(&lt;br /&gt;Gotten my final year timetable too. Uh-oh. (starts to panic) this sucks. It really does. :/&lt;br /&gt;God bless readers,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1622768388074704600?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1622768388074704600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-wanted-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1622768388074704600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1622768388074704600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-wanted-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Never wanted to say goodbye.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7544946794240435163</id><published>2009-09-03T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:04:53.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't say you don't love me, that'll break my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Fearless - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like really, pissed off with the 1 week holiday i'm gonna get. Oh yeah, before that, I'd like to mention that the time is now 9:54 PM, I'm usually in bed by 10:15PM. Though, this post is gonna be long. Why? Oh because, I'm gonna tell you my plan for my 1 week holiday. Though I know you wouldn't really give a damn about it, I'll have to okay. I haven't been keeping in touch with my blog lately and that sucks just so much. Hmm. Firstly, my 1 week holiday is ruined by Band. 2 days of band. That's really rubbish! No really. I mean, fine, band. But like 9AM in the morning till' 1PM, is pure suffer. Dang it, mum is still nagging and I ain't leaving my blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, not only Band, but I have Maths, remedial like 8AM in the morning, till about, 11AM if I'm not wrong. :( Maths, I picked it, because I wanna really atleast get a 60% and above, for it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have Maths in me, I'm just one lazy little pig, so yes. Anywho. Yeah, back to busy schedule. Monday, I've got Band. Tuesday, planning on a day off. (-: Kick back and relax, or should I shift that to Sunday/Saturday? Okay, maybe I'll move it to Saturday. So, Tuesday, maybe a Geography revision @ the library? :-) With Haziqah maybe, will make plans with her soon. Then, on Wednesday, Band again, same timing, blah blah. Thursday, Maths Remidial, maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the remedial, maybe off to the library again to do some short revision, notes, blabla, complete homework, get organised. Then, Friday, I have nothing on. Time to clean room, get everything organised, chop chop. Then Sat/Sun, day off. :-) Tiring indeed, but it's gonna pay off and I know that. I really feel weird, not being able to spend my 1 week holiday going out and stuff. But finals are coming and its like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; for me to seriously put in my 100% into this. :(&lt;br /&gt;Sucks I swear, but still. Just till end of september, then. :-) Ho ho ho, time to parteh!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough about future plans. Just now, in class, was pretty much tiring too. Had to do this - that, collect this - that, and stuff. Maths, Said expecting me to guide him. :'/ It's so weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;But Sec 2 Algebra is one heck of fun. :-) Tomorrow, I'll be free, so maybe I should go down to the library and do my stuff, like Maths/English Homeworkkkkk. ANDDDD. To also, call the Singtel people to check if my ilne has been over 2 years, so I can upgrade to the iOne Youth Plus thingy.&lt;br /&gt;It's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free SMS. UNLIMITED I TELL YOU.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. :D It feels great.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm done with typing so much, been tired. Had band today too. Bryan Wong didn't come. Hahah, I swear, he's so dead the next band trip. And tomorrow, if he comes, I'm gonna tell him about the holiday-band. &gt;:D He's gonna freak. Hahaha. Okay whatever. I wanna go off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to the Queenscup, Basketball. ;) Did awesome job. So proud of my son. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7544946794240435163?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7544946794240435163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-say-you-dont-love-me-thatll-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7544946794240435163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7544946794240435163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-say-you-dont-love-me-thatll-break.html' title='Don&apos;t say you don&apos;t love me, that&apos;ll break my heart.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5121737243684408869</id><published>2009-09-01T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:28:16.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me smiling in my sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Catch Me - Demi Lovato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm back, changed my blogskin! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;But today is Teachers day, so happy teachers day.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be 10 soon and I'm getting sleepy, with that cough and sick of mine.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall get going now, and I apologize for the short posts now a days, I just.&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem to like blogging now a days, lazy what! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make it up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my birthday is comin up soon. Wee weet.&lt;br /&gt;18sept./ hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So yep, that's it nowwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow, oh shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Bio/Physics first 2 periods tomorrow. So dang busted. :(&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5121737243684408869?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5121737243684408869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-got-me-smiling-in-my-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5121737243684408869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5121737243684408869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-got-me-smiling-in-my-sleep.html' title='You got me smiling in my sleep.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7667667174505820824</id><published>2009-08-31T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:39:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not the kinda guy I used to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Bored/Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: See You In The Dark - Honor Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like, I won't be switching/changing blogskin. Because, of all the stuff that's been going on in and off my life these week. It's been crazy I admit.&lt;br /&gt;But, life goes on, aye. (-:&lt;br /&gt;You know what is cool? Being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earth-friendly&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I admit. I'm tired now. Thanks to being sick.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not feeling that well, I think. I'm definitely lacking of water. ):&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. All I want now, is the guitar. Haha. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers Day Celebration, was okay. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed the part where the 3 instruments collab-ed, to the song Love Story. (-:&lt;br /&gt;Real awesome work. Hohoho. I could've catch-ed up on the guitar chords but, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Ray's fingers were big. Hahaha. Okayy. After school, bus-ed to Henry Park, saw Mrs David, Mdm Zuraidah, Mr Tan Joo Nam(-.- rude.), Mdm Han, Ms Eunice Chua &amp;amp; forgot the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt knew our meet-up was gonna be sucess, but it did.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Royston, Darius, Lucas, Ismail, Nasreen, Noriko, Khalissa, Ishriadi, Meiko, Siti, Darrell, Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I think I really, must learn how to remember more names. I had to edit in-and-out the names, I forgot them. -sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;Sick, brings you these idioitic/pathetic symtoms. Speaking of pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I failed English. Would you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;This is super bad. I can't believe it, maybe it's all Mrs Yeo's fault. Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr. I really hate her. I've never failed English before, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Go die, I swear. For the first time, I'm cursing my English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever man. Okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get going now. Like I'm tired and sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;So I'm eating a chocolate bar. (-: how awesome?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I wanna get going.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you terribly, my dear. Please reply. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7667667174505820824?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7667667174505820824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-not-kinda-guy-i-used-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7667667174505820824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7667667174505820824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-not-kinda-guy-i-used-to-know.html' title='You&apos;re not the kinda guy I used to know.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-9195000186580376611</id><published>2009-08-29T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:01:31.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love story, baby just say yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Love Story - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;29/08, the greatest day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Too lazy to actually blog about today. Tired/Tired/Tired. ): Okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-9195000186580376611?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/9195000186580376611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-love-story-baby-just-say-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/9195000186580376611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/9195000186580376611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-love-story-baby-just-say-yes.html' title='It&apos;s a love story, baby just say yes.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6449424734361296392</id><published>2009-08-28T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:57:02.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be a home to your homeless heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Homeless Heart - Jennette McCurdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know it's been long since I updated blog.&lt;br /&gt;Though it was only a few days or so.&lt;br /&gt;It's alot for me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I dont like leaving my blog, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;Happy though. Common Test is over.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Currently playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to anchor point to get kimhyun stuff man. :D&lt;br /&gt;Rockon. \m/ love them.&lt;br /&gt;Actually went there with Chervy to get Ryuta's bday present.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares. I bought it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then went to Ikea with Amanda and her family to eat. (-:&lt;br /&gt;So sweet brother man.&lt;br /&gt;I'd exchange if I got to. (-: Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, yeah. Anyway, been tired and finally happy test is over.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, outing with friends? To movies. I suppose the week hasnt been that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Monday @ Henry Park, for cher's day. (-: Awwww. I really miss Mrs David to the core.&lt;br /&gt;So yep. (-: Bye then peepos. Will blog tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I gotta do is work on my finals.&lt;br /&gt;Jia you.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6449424734361296392?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6449424734361296392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-home-to-your-homeless-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6449424734361296392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6449424734361296392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-home-to-your-homeless-heart.html' title='i&apos;ll be a home to your homeless heart.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5724551804605572873</id><published>2009-08-24T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:09:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going on hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Stolen - Dashboard Confessional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm on hiatus mood for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since its common test week.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died in pain, when I carried alot of books back home.&lt;br /&gt;Without any food/drink.&lt;br /&gt;I realised Janice is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;And Gibson, was rich.&lt;br /&gt;I ate cheesefries/whipped potato/coleslaw/2 fried chicken/small coke. - KFC.&lt;br /&gt;How greedy can I get?&lt;br /&gt;I'm joking, I was starving likie a pig, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to geo-history now.&lt;br /&gt;BB.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5724551804605572873?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5724551804605572873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-going-on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5724551804605572873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5724551804605572873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-going-on-hiatus.html' title='I&apos;m going on hiatus.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3685912963836574369</id><published>2009-08-23T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:53:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wish you're my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Hungry. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Wish Ur My Love - T Max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm fasting and I guess I'm gonna lose weight like this.&lt;br /&gt;Except, I should buy a huge bottle of coke so I can drink it when I'm gonna breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Gas gets me hyper. And it gets my weight go up. ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take it as diet. Grrrr. It's though, but I will! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Been watching shows on YouTube and stuff to like get my mind off food. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop eating? NONO.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i sound like a fat lady or something. Though I know, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go watch Boys Over Flower. Weee. :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, English Paper. = Heavy bag since I'll be bringing my stuff back.&lt;br /&gt;I gtg now. (I fell in love with this font).&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3685912963836574369?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3685912963836574369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-wish-youre-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3685912963836574369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3685912963836574369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-wish-youre-my-love.html' title='I just wish you&apos;re my love.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7154472791648967009</id><published>2009-08-22T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:58:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin/New rants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Just Dance - Lady Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I feel really weird, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many awesome friends and all I do is rant and rant about how my life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I know it really is bad, but I can't help but to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hopeless much? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today the fasting month starts. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much happy about it, for 1 particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;How everyone will get to know what is it like to live for a day, without barely any food.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, that's how I live my life, in a different theory.&lt;br /&gt;I live with only pain and no joy.&lt;br /&gt;How would that feel?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Muslim kids, go get some live and fast. :-)&lt;br /&gt;It's all for the almighty god. He's commands are how we're suppose to lead our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wanted to go to library today to mug, but I left all my books under table. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So lazy go back take today.&lt;br /&gt;Monday is English paper, according to Bryantan.&lt;br /&gt;So, uhm, shall just revise what I know for compo, then study on Monday for the paper since no Band.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;I'll do well for my common test I hop.&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7154472791648967009?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7154472791648967009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-skinnew-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7154472791648967009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7154472791648967009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-skinnew-rants.html' title='New skin/New rants.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4478583416510479410</id><published>2009-08-21T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:46:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They can never have yesterday.</title><content type='html'>So, I think I had enough of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbing, Faking my smiles, getting hurt everytime.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say bye and shut the doors.&lt;br /&gt;But, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;Why, tell me? Because I cant.&lt;br /&gt;I care for people more than I care for myself, why?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Test have yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if I can do it, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of oral and I didnt do well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to die.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4478583416510479410?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4478583416510479410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-can-never-have-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4478583416510479410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4478583416510479410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-can-never-have-yesterday.html' title='They can never have yesterday.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3612235803183447229</id><published>2009-08-20T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:34:45.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Pissed/Emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Napha sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Everything sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I cried till it sucked, I can't hold my tears no more.&lt;br /&gt;I now, feel like life has been meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How does life feels like when its been screwed.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feels like when you lost someone you care for.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when you're there to fall with no one there.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feels, to be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I dont wanna talk about anything about today.&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays - Fridays will usually suck.&lt;br /&gt;Why is my life like this, thanks to you?&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3612235803183447229?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3612235803183447229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3612235803183447229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3612235803183447229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-goodbye.html' title='Here comes goodbye.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2254272598794647663</id><published>2009-08-19T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:42:36.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought you were really the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Crazier - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made life your own. Every sky was your own kinda blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Slept morning @ bus, @ bio, @ Reading English. :-) Now, Imma survivor. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;- Bio was definitely boring shit. :(&lt;br /&gt;- Physics sucked even more, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;- Mother Tongue was as usual, - boring.&lt;br /&gt;- Had English which sucked and I confessed to myself infront of the class that I was stupid. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Awesome right? And Bryan was looking at me. So wtf.&lt;br /&gt;- After school, Mrt-ed to Outram with Amanda for braces app.&lt;br /&gt;- Changed braces to purple, and I look cool I guess. I did it for Amanda, :-)&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmph, then not only that, it was an indescribable feeling of pain. But, pain. It's nothing now.&lt;br /&gt;- Then we walked to Chinatown, to get KFC. Since I craved for it. (-: Thanks Amanda for coming.&lt;br /&gt;- Then we had heart2heart talk, which I realised, we frequently come across the topic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; when we're talking. ^^ Hahaha. I guess that's what girls really do.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Amanda's friend's mum's accessories shop, was cool. :-)  Didnt get what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;- MRT-ed from Chinatown, to Outram to Queenstown. (-: Alot of travelling I think, but short dist. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- Took 111 home, studied History on the way. How good to end a trip, not.&lt;br /&gt;- Though, I know I'm gonna shop for bags at Chinatown for sure. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks Amanda for following me today, it was awesome to have a girl-talk with you.&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, get back to my song, and blog for Amanda @ her blog too! (-:&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;/I'm gonna cry tonight, because I know I can't be there to be with you.\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2254272598794647663?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2254272598794647663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-thought-you-were-really-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2254272598794647663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2254272598794647663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-thought-you-were-really-one.html' title='I thought you were really the one.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7046857129503910</id><published>2009-08-18T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:58:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, just means everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Mary's Song(Oh My My My) - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone, get me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown handbag&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday, - I so want one, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so desperately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Napha, I sucked. But I motivated Amanda. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Had heart2heart talk with Amanda, she was there with me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how much of pain I put off, till' we brought it up.&lt;br /&gt;Got the Best Performer award, and it didn't mean that much, but the fact I did well surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that Bryan could have done 40 pull-ups, more than I could. That is . . .. ..  nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;Slept, in the bus. Till' home, in 111 bus. Realised, I sleep morning &amp;amp; after-school, in the bus all the time. I don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But its nice, but then there was this guy looking at me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that after I slowly opened my eyes, then he was like looking at me, then turned quickly. (that was freaky, in a way).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Then, I went home, and I scare my mum about the best performer thing, haha. :-) glad she's proud of me. If she only knew what I've been through the whole pain, she'd be even surprised I can bet. Although, I can't open it up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. I wanna go off now. I realised how much I missed doing quizzes on fb.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna do it now. (-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the fact I could just look at you, and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can't seem to do so, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you, I have to turn away and how you dont know how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;The tears were always gonna fall, but not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you, take care. Life without you it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll have to survive, - I guess.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; for Bryan, fyi. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7046857129503910?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7046857129503910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-just-means-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7046857129503910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7046857129503910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-just-means-everything.html' title='Time, just means everything.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5409332335278154391</id><published>2009-08-17T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:19:10.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cycle repeats itself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Tired, really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tasya is right, I don't think I'll have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Just have too much goin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - Napha test, 5 stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - (good thing nothings up, but I have to revise. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - Napha test, 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - Malay Oral. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just pure stupid? I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired, and I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I .. just, dont know I feel like I'm being torned apart.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't know why, sometimes. It's so - hard to choose what I want, need.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I've been hurt, physically &amp;amp; emotionally. -.-&lt;br /&gt;My life is just how the amount of times I get hurt. 1st, I had a scratch that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go through so much of pain because it bled and I had to wait for a pretty long time for it to heal. And it did.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought, now everything will be okay, now this morning, I get a cut on my finger again, and bled.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. This is exactly how my life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. I do things without noticing, get hurt, and heal, then hurt, then heal, it just repeats itself, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe once. Just once.&lt;br /&gt;Would there be a time where I dont get hurt.. ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;It's all just too much, I gtg.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend, I don't like being how I am now.&lt;br /&gt;If we kept in touch, things are not gonna be easy for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, and if you are my goodfriend, you'd understand me.&lt;br /&gt;Because some people, don't like to see me happy, just once. They enjoy making life a hard time only for me, so I can't do anything but let go of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;The time I've helped you and you helped me, I've been grateful of them.&lt;br /&gt;And just hopefully, things, are gonna be better off without me, and you'll do fine.&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry, because I'm here with you all the times now matter how hard things get, I really miss the times. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5409332335278154391?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5409332335278154391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/cycle-repeats-itself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5409332335278154391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5409332335278154391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/cycle-repeats-itself.html' title='The cycle repeats itself.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4112050794409595517</id><published>2009-08-16T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:53:43.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She doesn't get your humor like I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I guess I change my blogskin in less than a few days most of the times, but can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;The previous skin was just so, (insert dots here).  Haha, but still, I guess I love this skin.&lt;br /&gt;How the combination of Yellow &amp;amp; Shades of Gray. Really awesome. (-: I'm not feeling artistic or anything today, just feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;But not so though.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 today cuz, someone kept on using the HAMMER to knock on the wall, for I dont know what purpose. I think it's the house below my room. I got really pissed, its like when you're in the middle of a dream, a sudden noise of, 'TOCK TOCK TOCK TOCK TOCK TOCK TOCK' goin on.&lt;br /&gt;How annoying can that be?&lt;br /&gt;Very, I tell you. But still. ): I didnt get enough sleep, that's just crap, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 1:48AM in the morning due to I cant sleep, thanks to my problems.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I don't seem to have any plans for the day, but I've been really tempted to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I havent watched a movie in about, like I dont know, 3 months? -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's crap I know.&lt;br /&gt;But 3 MONTHS. 3 Months without movie is living on earth with no computer.&lt;br /&gt;): That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching Where Got Ghost, on Tues. (: Anybody - free?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, either Jurong Point/Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okeh. I wanna go off now, like 1:53PM, so I wanna go get lunch. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Wee - weee.&lt;br /&gt;God bless my readers.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4112050794409595517?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4112050794409595517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-doesnt-get-your-humor-like-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4112050794409595517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4112050794409595517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-doesnt-get-your-humor-like-i-do.html' title='She doesn&apos;t get your humor like I do.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6653740731807203224</id><published>2009-08-15T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:12:02.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts to smile and say I'm fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Okay I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: God Bless The Broken Road - Rascal Flats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my life's theme song, like finally. It's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect song for me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Putting up a brave front ain't that easy. But I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, went to Mustafa today with mum. Super odd thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;But still, ya. Bought sneakers. \m/.&lt;br /&gt;But, I had an argument with mum. I didn't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;But she brought it up, she said dad wanted to mum to buy food for him.&lt;br /&gt;She was complaining. I gave her an idea to lie and dont buy.&lt;br /&gt;And she told, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got the heart to do, but I dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because he yesterday scold me what. So he dont eat, I heck care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is it about? Your brother thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm not gonna open up everything but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It was unfair of him to scold me, despite the fact my brother did more cruel things to me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. Then, we had this silence thing. But she continued to laugh and bought me a drink.&lt;br /&gt;I forgive and forget thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easily,&lt;/span&gt; so yeah. We took 64, then 111 to home. (-:&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay now. But still, there's more to openup about than just family.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna start it.&lt;br /&gt;But still, got one last message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I hope you're really happy now. I've given away something I should have kept.&lt;br /&gt;I throw it away, because you didnt want me to keep it. And if I didnt threw it, you wouldn't be happy.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be hurt just so no one is gonna be hurt but me, and you can be happy and get what you want all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I know, somehow, it's gonna hurt really bad. But it's been too often I get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know, it sounds so stupid, like I'm getting sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't give a damn. OK, I've been hurt so often, I don't seem to careless already.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6653740731807203224?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6653740731807203224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-hurts-to-smile-and-say-im-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6653740731807203224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6653740731807203224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-hurts-to-smile-and-say-im-fine.html' title='It hurts to smile and say I&apos;m fine.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2135465343140956847</id><published>2009-08-14T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:33:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed off from love, I didnt need the pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: I'm pissed, wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Bleeding Love. - Jesse McCartney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay. My life is screwed I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though I laughed and smiled more than I did yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I cried more than the total amount of both.&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;br /&gt;Why me.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the answer, I can't be true to my friend, I can't tell others I'm happy inside-out.&lt;br /&gt;Just why, I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, Friday just fucking sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2135465343140956847?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2135465343140956847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/closed-off-from-love-i-didnt-need-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2135465343140956847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2135465343140956847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/closed-off-from-love-i-didnt-need-pain.html' title='Closed off from love, I didnt need the pain.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1162093722395952520</id><published>2009-08-13T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:33:15.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past is the past why can't I just accept that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Tired, tired, tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Mary's Song (Oh My My My) - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, gawd! :( I'm super tired, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious!&lt;/span&gt; Ok. I can't play the guitar today, brother is at home, well, that isn't just it, cos I'm too tired, I admit. Its hard to cope with it, but still.&lt;br /&gt;UHM. For, reflection, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; learnt something. I swear, I really dont bother listening &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to Reflection nor Level Contact, but this time.&lt;br /&gt;I did. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Luved it how, when she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" You must learn how to accept yourself before letting others to accept you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay. That was right. I guess I wasn't accepting myself exactly for who I was.&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of thinking time on what am I to do with my life now, that I got.&lt;br /&gt;And finally came to a solution. Not telling ya! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, oh well. It should be good. I ain't crushing down just cuz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dont like me, or so called, is 'jealous' of me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. I hate smiling I swear.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm forced to do so. :'( Oh yes oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Bio's Diffusion and Osmosis test, got it back. When I saw Mr.Lai going through, then giving out the paper, I admit. I was really nervous. Though.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd get a just pass or somethin. When I recieved my paper.&lt;br /&gt;Turned it over. - 17/19. HOLY MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didnt expect that for biology. I use to suck at it, well, atleast always a borderline mark. Woo. :-) That made my day I guess. Luv diff&amp;amp;osmosis. (-:&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffffffffffffffffffft. Mr Lai bragged about the common test coming sooon. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Good news, it's on D5 &amp;amp; D6. :) Hoping it's gonna be about definte osmosis/diffusion for the essay part.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enuff with the studying things. Had Band after school.&lt;br /&gt;Ate 6 seaweed chicken then left for band.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, started band did warm-up, the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then, -.- I realised I couldn't go back at 4 already, cos I'm now in Main Band.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so not over it. :(&lt;br /&gt;We did have fun I guess, but I was new so I sucked, and I didnt know exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;-.-.&lt;br /&gt;Okeh. Okeh.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be dragging the psot, so bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1162093722395952520?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1162093722395952520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-is-past-why-cant-i-just-accept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1162093722395952520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1162093722395952520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-is-past-why-cant-i-just-accept.html' title='The past is the past why can&apos;t I just accept that.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-652968082349301971</id><published>2009-08-12T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:36:30.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, just maybe, time would rewind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Uhm, Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Because I'm Stupid - SS501.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;School was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I guess so, but my mood sucked to the bloody core I swear.&lt;br /&gt;:( I mean, it was so .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuckoo!&lt;/span&gt; HEHE. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, after school that is, b4 school, it was all just plain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring/pain/tears.&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;Gd part was I survived at Physics class. How awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, had IT training, then Amanda and me wanted to smuggle the burger to It room, but the teacher caught. -.-&lt;br /&gt;We still, brought it to IT room. We ate outside, IT lab, when Irham caught us.&lt;br /&gt;:'/ I plainly hate people disturbing when I'm eating. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But yah, got caught away, then we just ate in the IT Lab.&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of fun. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Mr Kelvin is like awesomely cool. Funny situation I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Kelvin: TSK! I KNOW LAHH.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: WHAT NOW?!?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kelvin: I found out what is the problem, you never select the magic brush!&lt;br /&gt;You ah. Tsktsktsk. Aiyooo. So stupid lahh.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: O.O WHAT ME STUPID. YOU CUCKOO LAH. :@:@&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kelvin: TSK, YOU LAH STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: OI. You doing the thing all this while, then now you blame me never click ah!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kelvin: (speechless) tsk. Aiya okay lah, okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: TSK. CUCKOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. Disturbing him, is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Blehbleh. After school, walked with Amanda to Queenstown MRT. (-: It was just, a made-my-day thing. She totally made me laugh my ass off. Really.&lt;br /&gt;She did so many stuff for me today. :-) Luv her actually.&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the BOF, cute poster. Omg. Tempting yet motivating, thanks girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;Uh, she made me laugh so bad, because of some stupid horny things.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. She treat bbt. :( Aww. So kind. Anyway, I treat her Burger what. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Uh, thanks for everything Amanda. (:&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate it, miss slacking with you actually, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Thats it, I seriously, just tired/wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-652968082349301971?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/652968082349301971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-just-maybe-time-would-rewind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/652968082349301971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/652968082349301971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-just-maybe-time-would-rewind.html' title='Maybe, just maybe, time would rewind.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6272313889210795365</id><published>2009-08-11T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:37:10.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really want to know what it's like without you in this life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: (You Didn't Have To) Walk Away - Mitchel Musso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM. I got bored of that Navigation blogskin ever since I changed it. Stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;-.- Too navigational that made me stressed out of clicking.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't just scrolling down the page to search for links and stuff, muchmuch easier?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Since I gotta go off, do my Maths and pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;My leg is aching again. It sucks to know that kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;● School was absolutely cool. Cuz, we had about like 2 full periods of air-con. :D Malay/IT. Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;● After school, headed down to LJS with Amanda, Crystal, Ting Hui, Xue Yi, Lynn(xy friend).&lt;br /&gt;● Joked and fool around, saw Ryu. Disturbed him and left, @ about 2:50PM.&lt;br /&gt;● Straight went to top-up card, then took 32 to Queenstown Library, found spot, did filing.&lt;br /&gt;● Did this, that, this, that. I photocopied like about 5-7 papers, that it cost me $1.70. ): Byebye*&lt;br /&gt;● Then, Filed my stuff, then saw KaiYang and his friends. After that, saw LBS and his friend.&lt;br /&gt;● Wow, what hardworking seniors, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;? Haha. I bet they came to slack.&lt;br /&gt;● Filed-Filed, then saw Ryuta, we slacked, we talked about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;● Devi's topic came about. Hilarious I tell you. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;● Finally, finished filing. Then realised I can't really give back my file to school, too late. -.-&lt;br /&gt;● Then, Ryuta left, and I wanted to do Maths. But wow, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;left my calculator under my table&lt;/span&gt;. How awesomely smart of me. Right?! GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;● I wanted to borrow extra calculator from Bing Shun, but lazy. Hahahah. I dont want to lah. So little questions left.&lt;br /&gt;● So packed my stuff, left library @ 5PM. *holy mama. I've been in the library for 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;● Took 32 to Commenwealth, then 100 to home-sweet-home.&lt;br /&gt;● I got so tired lah. But mum told me she ordered like 10 plain tees from JB. I dont know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; she did it, but she did. Then the friend brought the tees today. 10! OMG. :) Heaven, weee.&lt;br /&gt;Like so many colors lah, white, green, purple, brown, black, red. :)&lt;br /&gt;● Then took the guitar, started to play from about 6-8. -.- Then, now time to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;That's it people. It's been long that I visited the library and did some serious studying, though I didnt today. Just pure filing, filing and more filing.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I'll re-visit on .. Friday? (-: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking booked. Tomorrow, there's IT Training till about 530PM. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then on thurs, there's band. :) Then, on Friday, hoping nothing is up. So can study more. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Mum was telling me to study harder for my exams, she was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Study hard uh, I know you'll definitely pass! :-) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee. That was so nice of her to motivate me, I guess. She knows I spend most of my time on the computer, being afraid I dont study. But what the heck. I do man! :-)&lt;br /&gt;At the right time, other than that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm parteh-parteh-parteh! :-)&lt;br /&gt;OKK. I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try update tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6272313889210795365?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6272313889210795365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-really-want-to-know-what-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6272313889210795365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6272313889210795365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-really-want-to-know-what-its.html' title='I don&apos;t really want to know what it&apos;s like without you in this life.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4655331601160100206</id><published>2009-08-10T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:04:03.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All our hopes and dreams being shattered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Tired, :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Bless The Broken Road - Rascal Flatts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'm bored/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna mug. I feel like going on hiatus from computer, because it's like this month is already August and soon it'll be September.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna do well for my commontest/exams. :(&lt;br /&gt;Especially my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History/Geography&lt;/span&gt;. I dont know if I can do well for them, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my move to do well for that now. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's either that, or I'm gonna be .. going for .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; OMG. That's gonna suck to the bloody core.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I really need to do well for my finals, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get into the top 10&lt;/span&gt; so I can say bye-bye to 111.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna really get out secondary school ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Though I gotta wait for another 4/5 years. :( It's ok. I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty upset on the fact that I didnt get to recite the pledge at 8:22PM. :(&lt;br /&gt;Will there be one next year? Awwww. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna get fever soon.&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel really well, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and relax for awhile, then about 2+/3? I'll get back to mugging.&lt;br /&gt;My brother scratched my hand. And it was bleeding and worst, it was @ near my finger. Well, not really there just end and it is pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;BLEEDING MAN. T_T&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm feeling like I should take a vacation from blogging these few days but I'll try update shorter or somethin. (:&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna start tomorrow, lets just see what other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idiotic,bad news is gonna arrive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4655331601160100206?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4655331601160100206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-our-hopes-and-dreams-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4655331601160100206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4655331601160100206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-our-hopes-and-dreams-being.html' title='All our hopes and dreams being shattered.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6837160199580012204</id><published>2009-08-09T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:05:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for like, posting late today. Because my brother/dad was using it practically the whole day.&lt;div&gt;GRR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna watch NDP so I gotta go, like now. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz, I want to watch the whole thing, like so bloody desperate, dont wanna miss anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the marching which was awesome. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, watching it just brings back the memories when I was there with my bestfriends when I was 11. :( Okay, nevermind. I changed my blogskin and I hope you guys love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another news!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my posts, reach to 200! I'm going to change my url to something else. :-) So looking forward to it yah. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Happy 44th Birthday Singapore, I love you alot. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats it, I'm going off now. Bye people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nisha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6837160199580012204?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6837160199580012204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hurts-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6837160199580012204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6837160199580012204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8902221327513044059</id><published>2009-08-08T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:52:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is love, until you give it away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Send it On - Disney Stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song, I swear. I mean it means so much especially the words.&lt;blockquote&gt;A word just a word,&lt;br /&gt;Until you &lt;b&gt;mean what you say.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love is just a love,&lt;br /&gt;Until you &lt;b&gt;give it away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, its' just about saving earth actually, it's good. &lt;div&gt;But I like how they put the song. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really awesome song. And for me, I think that it's true what they wrote there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'/ I'm getting seriously emo these few days. I don't know what has been going on in my heart and mind. .. .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I forgot to say, I changed my skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, last night, I stayed up till 1AM. &amp;amp; I woke up at 1.18PM today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares. -.-" I'm still tired, waiting for mum to come home, she went to geylang I bet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.- I told her to buy me food, I'm fucking hungry I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go find something to eat now, I'll most probably blog another post later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I forgot to say, I made a random wish @ wishsingapore thing, so when I wrote, I send I recieved the e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sn0f0FhPDDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4eqiejm6vpU/s1600-h/Mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sn0f0FhPDDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4eqiejm6vpU/s320/Mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367481310590733362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, it said it'll confirm with me, if it's coming at the &lt;b&gt;wall at marina bay! &lt;/b&gt;Super awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you what I mean, and it's already put-up at the site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sn0gMqd9IFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lb8v7nPOERA/s1600-h/mail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sn0gMqd9IFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lb8v7nPOERA/s320/mail2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367481732825948242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the one, my first one. Haha. It feels cool. But &lt;b&gt;LIVE &lt;/b&gt;@ Marina?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, ok, I dont even think it'll confirm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anywho, I'm going off now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna watch something on YouTube to make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nisha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8902221327513044059?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8902221327513044059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-love-until-you-give-it-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8902221327513044059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8902221327513044059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-love-until-you-give-it-away.html' title='Love is love, until you give it away.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sn0f0FhPDDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4eqiejm6vpU/s72-c/Mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8913777982612575362</id><published>2009-08-07T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:57:05.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I don't cry, on the outside anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Emo. -.- three in a row man! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's national day in school, sucked to the bloody core.&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast I think.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school in my red pe-tshirt, *ahem, Su's red pe-tshirt.&lt;br /&gt;Then, uhm. I went to school, blehbleh. Talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;Then ditched alot of my work. -.-&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual, I'm no mood for anything happy now.&lt;br /&gt;Like I just feel like everything isn't where it's meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, we sang songs. I tell you. I felt like crying my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;But it's too bad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no I don't cry on the outside, anymore.&lt;/span&gt; Hais.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my oldtimes. Just alot. I swear, alot. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop here. I'm gonna get sick soon because what I keep getting.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good national day/weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8913777982612575362?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8913777982612575362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-i-dont-cry-on-outside-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8913777982612575362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8913777982612575362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-i-dont-cry-on-outside-anymore.html' title='No I don&apos;t cry, on the outside anymore.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7423353592681141551</id><published>2009-08-06T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:11:37.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz' it's too late to apologize.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Still, emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Angel to You, Devil to Me - The Click Five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just organize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, had normal questions and as a normal geek, I studied and did everything.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing nice actually, just had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so fucking hate it now.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Mrs Yeo is always asking us to take out foolscap papers to write out stuff that we dont study.&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hellooo&lt;/span&gt; she makes us write stuff again and again and we barely use them. OK.&lt;br /&gt;She told us take foolscap then we got seriously mad. So we said just get exercise book, but she say we cant buy. I say give someone money then go buy lah. -.- nobrains.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took money then go buy, Ting Hui got caught by DM, so Gibson and me only go. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then did stupid stuff during class, wtf. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAJOR SLACK. That's all I could ever say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, I wasnt really uhm. Tired? ._.&lt;br /&gt;I ate cheese fries with a packet of Milo. That explains why I'm really okay after recess, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD. I'm hate it nor I wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;But she gave us a test without telling us there was one. -.- 10minute study for 20 fucking words.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she gave us the answer on the board and ask us to spell. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing but controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Messy, messy, messy, messy. Many pictures photos, blehs, being throwned on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;And that period was when I wasn't in the mood I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I was fine. Until the end of art.&lt;br /&gt;The classroom was really messy. So I decided go sweep. I help the class with cleaning almost everyday. -.- Well. Then I clean until Wei Min table near there, and accidentally touched his leg.&lt;br /&gt;He made a fucking big fuss about it, and made me gone serious mad.&lt;br /&gt;It's his bloody luck that I didn't lose my temper I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I was really mad and not in the mood already, but he want disturb more.&lt;br /&gt;OK. Fine. I walked off. I stopped sweeping, then I sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geography&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, did revision, learnt about all the river stuff. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't concentrate thanks to what Wei Mind did. Not exactly, but I really had so much of problems and he just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to find for the fault in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt; And the tears came off, but I quickly wiped off.  School over, left for band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't play my High B &amp;amp; C actually. Then I tried over&amp;amp;over&amp;amp;over again, and realized I need pretty much alot of air, so yeah. I manage to do it. =)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yip was like, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nisha. You wanna join Main Band?&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;I freaked the hell out of me, then Samantha and Sabrina were like ' :D :D :D '&lt;br /&gt;Haha. OK. I just said, 'Uhm. OK.' HAHA. I dont want lah.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want 6pm go home. -.- I really dont want.&lt;br /&gt;Some more start in one week. Ohgawd.&lt;br /&gt;NO main band for me k. OK. Uhm, after Band went to Mac with emmeline twinny and had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loads of fun.&lt;/span&gt; I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;We saw some uncle who farted, so a huge lizard and ate full.&lt;br /&gt;:D HAHA. OK. Then, uhm.&lt;br /&gt;Tingting&amp;amp;Haema came. :) We left after that, was full. + I was randomly telling Emmeline that Lovegame is super sick.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, she's givin me horny faces.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Then went cross road, saw Andy, Amirul, and his friends? ._."&lt;br /&gt;OK. Then, Andy was like, 'LUV YOU.' HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Amirul felt weird. :P&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever, so did I. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I'm just sick and tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for tomorrow, well, atleast I think.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why after everything I've done for my friends, bestfriends, seniors, goodfriends, class, teachers. No one really bothers. They just say thanks for now, and then they get back to where they think they do belong.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, everytime I pretend to be cold-hearted but I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant.&lt;/span&gt; It's really a depressing thing to know that everyone around you only treats you well when they need you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sick of life. I seriously am.&lt;br /&gt;I help others like I'm reallly happy. When I'm in the worst depression than they are.&lt;br /&gt;If some of you think you're in super depression tell me, and I'll tell ya mine. We'll see who is living a worser life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just out of mood.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7423353592681141551?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7423353592681141551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuz-its-too-late-to-apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7423353592681141551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7423353592681141551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuz-its-too-late-to-apologize.html' title='Cuz&apos; it&apos;s too late to apologize.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-580991273575694712</id><published>2009-08-05T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:30:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be strong, I'll be wrong. Although life goes on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥:Emo man! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: A Place In This World - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand hurts, because I've been pulling out the capo too much.&lt;br /&gt;But I learnt alot of songs, sounded better than the electric and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mood was emo cuz my finger hurts. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Awww.&lt;br /&gt;Well, uhm.  Today. Sucked/Rocked in a way.&lt;br /&gt;My life is barely like that most of the time, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, and when we're like singing the anthem, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid cricket&lt;/span&gt; keep making noises.&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody irritating you know. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;OK. Then had BIOLOGY. That was pretty ok. Mr Lai kept repeating the whole digestive system like over&amp;amp;over&amp;amp;over again. -.- I got bloody sick. I tell you I did.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Then, had Physics. Which made me sleep. And I did, I tell you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, had Reading English. Mr Lai made a commotion out of a small problem. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Recess, was good, because I was happy I made someone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;After that, MATHS. :D Then I was a good girl, did my work. While Crystal was being horny with calculator stuff. After that, was Malay and teacher didn't come so we had work to do, which we did, so it was pure slack and boring-ness.&lt;br /&gt;After that, was the bloody English. Which got on my nerve just so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. FINE. I'm hating it.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, then got the classphotos. I looked like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;And by looking at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him,&lt;/span&gt; things just start to come back to mind. Why.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Then went for the IT thing? :) HAHA. Had loads of fun though.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. After that, Sadijah and me and amanda went home. Well, not exactly. Went to Queenstown MRT, then we slacked at the bus-stop. They were suppose to wait for the bus with me, but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; missed 2 busses, just to talk to them and stay longer. ^^&lt;br /&gt;But had awesome heart2heart talk. I smiled after that, so thanks both of you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Well, I realised I learnt so much in life with just one day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get going now.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;What's happening.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being lost again. I left him, and I knew what I did was right.&lt;br /&gt;Then a new guy came in the picture and stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna fall till I took my heart back, and broke his.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back on track to falling for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why is my world revolving around such people, with pain.&lt;br /&gt;Just why.&lt;br /&gt;:'( I hate this, so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-580991273575694712?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/580991273575694712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-strong-ill-be-wrong-although.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/580991273575694712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/580991273575694712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-strong-ill-be-wrong-although.html' title='I&apos;ll be strong, I&apos;ll be wrong. Although life goes on.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5309941848956892398</id><published>2009-08-04T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:16:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustic hurts, i swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Neutral. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: See You In The Dark - Honor Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD. The awesome acoustic guitar has arrived. :) Haha. I'm bloody happy.&lt;br /&gt;Brother taught me how to tune the guitar and taught me the guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;E, A, D, G, B, E. :-) I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Okay, it's cool, simple for my size, but still the string hurts more than the usual electric I use.&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;School, Physics. Bleak.&lt;br /&gt;I slept a little, we slacked ok. We slacked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Had bio next, uhm. Picture below here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SngbUID8WyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5BUZWR-S2Mk/s1600-h/Photo+1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SngbUID8WyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5BUZWR-S2Mk/s320/Photo+1393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366068988587301666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SngbaTp5nyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uXmtMtCVy-s/s1600-h/Photo+1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SngbaTp5nyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uXmtMtCVy-s/s320/Photo+1394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366069094778511138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. There we go. We played around with the Bennedict's Solution, Iodine, Starch &amp;amp; Glucose solution. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh well, I think it was soo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Kept me alive, and yes i say Biology rox on. ^^\/. I luv Mr Lai. HAHAHA. ODD. :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Then we were like finished pretty fast, so we clear up go mix-mix the solutions, with Andy's. The color turned to like dark orange below, a little top, lighter orange, then on top LIGHTEST orange. Cool aye.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda convinced me to take a picture of it thinking that it's like carrot juice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. Mr Lai didn't catch us. :-) He rocks. Ok. Stop. Then, haha had Level Contact at hall. Devi cried.&lt;br /&gt;-.- I bet she has nothing better to do, I mean, sure it's pity to see everyone hating her and she always being the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; loner.&lt;br /&gt;But we just can't help it, I don't know what am I to do. She gets on my nerve ok.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Left for recess, only drank Ice Peach Tea to my surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep. Then, nothing happened. Hmmm. Wait. I totally forgot to say something, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we shifted to first floor again, and assembly was as usual downstairs.&lt;/span&gt; I HATE IT. :'(&lt;br /&gt;The class is smaller, the tables are smaller, and I hate being at first floor because we have to see all the sec2s walking pass by. :'/ It's bloody irritating. More fun at Level 4. HAHA. I get to bully, and get to drink water cooler easily. :'( BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Yes, recess. Then, after recess, had Maths. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Maths. I was seriously mad cuz I couldn't memorize all the propeties? But now I know.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN. :D HAHA. Before Maths test, Mr Tan, the IT cher called the chosen ones to come out.&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave us form to stayback tomorrow, for the IT Training competition. :(&lt;br /&gt;AWW. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Then. Devi can't make it, hahah. AWESOME. OK. Well, then I think the Math test was easy. For me, I think. :/ I'm sure I got the propeties right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm, definitely sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. So yep. Then had mother tongue, and yes I studied hard.&lt;br /&gt;Then school ended.&lt;br /&gt;The rest, I'm too lazy to explain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hating life at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5309941848956892398?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5309941848956892398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/acoustic-hurts-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5309941848956892398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5309941848956892398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/acoustic-hurts-i-swear.html' title='Acoustic hurts, i swear.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SngbUID8WyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5BUZWR-S2Mk/s72-c/Photo+1393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-9055730214613101673</id><published>2009-08-03T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:46:35.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts/Quiz whatever.</title><content type='html'>20 most random stuff about me, facts in fact.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate being told off to do something right on my face, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;2) I seem to be in love with KimHyunJoong, haha. ♥&lt;br /&gt;3) My handwriting seem to suck to my eyes, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; for others, I dont get why.&lt;br /&gt;4) Biology and InoScience is what I prefer than Physics. I can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stand&lt;/span&gt; physics.&lt;br /&gt;5) I like the fact that I get to choose who I love, not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;6) When I feel pretty bored, I like to doodle. :-)&lt;br /&gt;7) Camwhore is what I like to do, but I hate doing it, with me in it. I just like taking OTHERS, haha.&lt;br /&gt;8) I believe my black sneakers go along with just about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; I wear.&lt;br /&gt;9) I don't know what to call myself, goth or emo. I suggest emo.&lt;br /&gt;10) Rock, Pop &amp;amp; Country is basically what I like. Anything that keeps me addicted to, I'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;11) SS501, the only korean band that I think I wanna see when they come to Singapore/Asia.&lt;br /&gt;12) I've learnt how to listen to myself than to listen and do just what others want me to.&lt;br /&gt;13) Facebook. Is something that I think is essential for life, no way to keep in contact than Facebook. Friendster is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; last year.&lt;br /&gt;14) I might not keep up with the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashion trend&lt;/span&gt;' most of the time, but I wear what I like to as long as it's nice and simple.&lt;br /&gt;15) I'm a mixture of awesomely nice and fucking bad. :) Haha, yes. I'm both, who isnt?!&lt;br /&gt;16) The weirdest part of me, I look like chinese yet I speak Malay.&lt;br /&gt;17) Hates the fact where some random dude comes up to me and talks to me in complicated Chinese while I go, '... uhm'.&lt;br /&gt;18) People say writing in a diary is better than blogging. But hellooooo. You save up more time typing words rather than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;writing it out&lt;/span&gt;, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;19) I believe technology is seriously important for us kids, because that's what building the economy.&lt;br /&gt;20) I love who I am. &amp;amp; I like being single, not available. Understand that first.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. :) I was bored, so yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-9055730214613101673?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/9055730214613101673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-factsquiz-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/9055730214613101673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/9055730214613101673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-factsquiz-whatever.html' title='Random Facts/Quiz whatever.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5137616233603210307</id><published>2009-08-03T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:34:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a little bit caught in the middle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Pretty tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: The Show - Lenka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today school. Was fine I guess. &gt;:) Well, I think. First period was PE. That pretty much sucks. :'( Mr Ben my boyfriend who will soon be my ex, haha is killing us. :(&lt;br /&gt;He made us run like dunno how many kilometers. That sucks alright, it's worst than you think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. -.- Ok. Then, uhm, after all the bloody sweat, oh yes. This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking unfair,&lt;/span&gt; Bryant gets to pick a guy to sit beside near him, just if he passed his Chinese. So what.&lt;br /&gt;So if I failed Geography I get to choose someone to sit beside me? Pure shit she gives us. Feeling really pissed about it. -.- Ok. Anyway, Michael sits there. :/ Awwww. Said will get more entertained this way. GOSH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Then, had English, I slacked, but did my work. Teehee*. Ok. Then English Reading, funniest.&lt;br /&gt;I camwhored, as usual. :D HAHA, GUIXING DID A PEACE SIGN. AHHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;And funny thing, I read Guixing the Russell Lee's ghost story. HAHA. x) Bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;Turtle before go bed. :P HAHA, funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Then left for recess, we were released early, bleh. (: Then, yeah. Then had Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Where the horny part came. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Crystal kept on saying the what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;squishy ,watery, push, shaking&lt;/span&gt;, dunno what nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Then the GuiXing keep, 'EH horny face dont laugh liao lah.' HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-.- He's bloody hilarious, haha. &amp;amp; I realise I see Hans like all the time at the door. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;GOD. :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I kept on ranting to Ting Hui, I missed him.&lt;/span&gt; Aww.&lt;br /&gt;Well. -.- Then after Biology, had Mother Tongue. I disturbed and annoyed Fadzly like nobody's business, which is MY business, :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Then had PD after that. :'( AWW.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt bring PD File and didnt do the presentation. Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ms Murni picking on me, its annoying. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;OK. Well, then did blahblah. I couldn't concentrate on a thing but band to start, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it did. I was like 2nd to come, Mujib was first. :/ He's always the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earliesttttt.&lt;/span&gt; Well, then I did the stuff, set-up clarinet, and awesume. Worst part, Emmeline/Van/Seri, never come. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone with that dumb guy. *cough cough.&lt;br /&gt;So had to like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tutor him lah.&lt;/span&gt; WTF. MUSIC, you dont tutor, you naturally know it.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't this boy understand. Alright, then funny stuff happened lah. :P&lt;br /&gt;awesume. ^^\/. I'm excited for Thursday Band. :) Learning the appre.. something. And the thirds, haha. But the thirds get on my nerve at bar 4-5. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Need to catch up on my high notes. Aww. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph, then yeah. I went home, bleh. Sucked, tired. But still wanna get some energy to do stuff. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, I'm thinking about changing skins. :D HEHE. ^^&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5137616233603210307?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5137616233603210307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5137616233603210307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5137616233603210307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle.html' title='I&apos;m just a little bit caught in the middle.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4838271667512128427</id><published>2009-08-02T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:35:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you walk across my room in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: See You In Dark - Honor Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry I haven't been making my blog like interesting or whatever. -.- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are full of slacking. Time is like 1:26 now, and I haven't work on my stupid art homework. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of magazines to work on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sorry I changed the skin, cuz' I was trying to change a little of the skin, then I realised it got all &lt;b&gt;screwed&lt;/b&gt;. Awww. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Honor Society's songs. :) Hahaha. Although they're much related to the Jonas Brothers if I'm not wrong, yeah. -.- So who cares, they're songs are really addictive. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;And I fell in love with my blog song. Ultimate. I watched Freaky Friday and it has been a long time since I watched it, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of movies, I have 2 movies that I'm hoping on catching.&lt;br /&gt;Up &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Bandslam&lt;/b&gt;. Haha, it seems cool. :') So yes. I'll hope I can catch it. -.-" Like real.&lt;br /&gt;August I dont know, haha. We'll see first. Who want follow me? ;) HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okk. I'm off to do my stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I shall get going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey friend, I thought I trusted you with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I never thought you'd say stuff about me to another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you think I'm the one in fault, then let it be, although you know you're the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never knew you'd do such a thing, looks like now you've shown your true colors to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fail to believe you now, but I'm not gonna talk about it now. I've decided to shut up and let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For ones sake. I'm not doing it because I'm just so nice, but I'm  doing it cuz I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, I can't believe you'd do such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4838271667512128427?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4838271667512128427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4838271667512128427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4838271667512128427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-happy.html' title='I see you walk across my room in.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2568362602683031577</id><published>2009-08-01T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:56:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised I've been blinded by love, but why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Take Your Sweet Time - Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is happening to awesome music like Hilary Duff, Jesse McCartney &amp;amp; All those teen singers, who wrote such meaningful songs.&lt;br /&gt;I agree on RyanHiga's video on Rants about Music. Now all they write is like songs repeating each line over and over again. Haha, stupid right. Oh well, and they make millions of money. It's crap, but I can't do anything, haha. Hmm. Saturday morning dragging. Grr, that sucks. Haha, I remember I was using the comp 11:00AM. &amp;amp; Now it's like JUST 11:50AM. It's really slow for me. It's meant to be like 12:30PM or something now for me. -.- Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, nevermind. I'm tired, still. Can ya believe, oh yes. I've got Art homework, the face thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid like I did it when I was P3 I think. :S Okay, nevermind. I'm gonna get going. I'm tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. -.- I just remembered my handphone plan is going to end like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next month.&lt;/span&gt; Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I wanna take a plan where you get unlimited-sms. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'll try get the plan where I can sms. Cuz I sms more than I call, -.-.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, alright. I'll get going, still got stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2568362602683031577?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2568362602683031577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-ive-been-blinded-by-love-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2568362602683031577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2568362602683031577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-ive-been-blinded-by-love-but.html' title='I realised I&apos;ve been blinded by love, but why.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5942130154549361305</id><published>2009-07-31T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:25:40.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhore-ing in class is fun! ^^\/</title><content type='html'>I have totally overdued pictures, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;They're edited &amp;amp; combined to be a collage. Just click it to see it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SnLUX5dD1qI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6QuY-e07nP8/s1600-h/Collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SnLUX5dD1qI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6QuY-e07nP8/s320/Collage+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364583613176469154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SnLUe15W1PI/AAAAAAAAAVM/JuUzFFN63-4/s1600-h/Collage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SnLUe15W1PI/AAAAAAAAAVM/JuUzFFN63-4/s320/Collage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364583732480496882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I forgotten to say. We were playing the bubble thing today, during RM.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Kewl eh.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to take me blowing cuz I suck at blowing. :'(&lt;br /&gt;AWW. Hahaha, but yeah. Had loads of fun, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;The GuiXing Picture Ryu was bloody extra &amp;amp; GuiXing not emo. He sleepy. HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm naughty. I'm taking pictures in class. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5942130154549361305?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5942130154549361305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/camwhore-ing-in-class-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5942130154549361305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5942130154549361305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/camwhore-ing-in-class-is-fun.html' title='Camwhore-ing in class is fun! ^^\/'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SnLUX5dD1qI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6QuY-e07nP8/s72-c/Collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8594279541402487919</id><published>2009-07-31T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:01:49.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She wears short skirt, I wear t-shirt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Awesome yet, tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I'm back, and I'm tired. That sucks big time, haha.&lt;br /&gt;School was alright I guess, had Home Ec first period. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Didnt bring my bloody apron&amp;amp;my textbook. When we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont even need it.&lt;/span&gt; Isn't that just rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anywho. Ms Murni almost made me &amp;amp; Sa'id bought a new one, like at $4.50. -.-&lt;br /&gt;OK. But we ended up doing something else. And yes, I was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pain when I was in class. &lt;/span&gt;Big drama going on between the four girls, but Crystal &amp;amp; Ting Hui especially, my favourite lover. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;She was like making me laugh go siao. &gt;:') I love you, NTH. HAHA. Home Ec *wink.&lt;br /&gt;Okeh. Then recess, bleh. It sucked, &amp;amp; saw Janani with her new Prefect Uni. Now I cant tell if she's like sec 3 or sec 2. -.- HAHA, okay, she looked nice. Well, then we had Maths after that.&lt;br /&gt;I was super lost. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super lost, and I mean it.&lt;/span&gt; But, I manage to catch on thanks to Navin/Ms Chen. GuiXing was NO HELP. His initials now are like, VHHF. Very Hairy Horny Face. HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;Credits goes to Crystal also man. :) Hmmph, then Literature, had test. &amp;amp; I copied a little from my textbook. -.- I didnt really study. Oh gosh. I've lost my touch for literature, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have I?&lt;/span&gt; How could it be. Nah, I think I was tired. Cant concentrate at all. Then, yep. Ting Hui was talking about stripping. -.- Then Crystal suggested her to strip infront of BryanTan. Omg, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I laugh my bloody ass off.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;This was like how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ting Hui: Oi, Tan. I strip lah. But give me $2.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Huh! NO lah, I dont give money, you want strip, strip lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ting Hui: Okay ah. You say ah. -starts to unbutton shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Act like dont care nia*&lt;br /&gt;Crystal &amp;amp; Me: HAHAHAHAHHA. OMG, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;GuiXing: Omg. She taking out 2 button leh. Eh! 3 button leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whoah, you more horny than Bryan. Still want see.&lt;br /&gt;GuiXing: NO LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bloody hilarious I tell you. Haha, I laughed like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Although, yes. Bryan seemed desperate. HAHA, like I think he watches porn too. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then I went down to canteen to eat. Realised like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many prefects.&lt;/span&gt; Then remembered, the investiture was today. ^^ They got free food. INCLUDING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the staff/teachers.&lt;/span&gt; So damn what right. :( Grrr. Haha, okay. Then saw the soccer girls, &amp;amp; saw ET Jie. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for being with me when I was alone. :) Really appreciate it. Hope you girls will win man. Haha, ok. Then I left, to go home. -.- That's it. &amp;amp; I bought Peach Tea! Oh, I shall go drink it now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes. I'm quite bored, but tired. So, I wanna go blog-hop, or take some random FB quiz. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Random Quote: I WANT BAND TO COME SOON. Like it's on MONDAY. FINALLY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8594279541402487919?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8594279541402487919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-wears-short-skirt-i-wear-t-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8594279541402487919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8594279541402487919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-wears-short-skirt-i-wear-t-shirt.html' title='She wears short skirt, I wear t-shirt.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5685776044482752990</id><published>2009-07-30T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:13:17.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tell me why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood ♥: Happy, but in slight pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Music ♫: Be Ok - Kim Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHOofZQtG88&amp;amp;hl=en&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/SHOofZQtG88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. KimJun&amp;amp;KimHyunJoong damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hawt.&lt;/span&gt; And yes, it's spelled as hawt, burn yo. BURN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like addicted to that song, I like it how they write songs making it super addictive.&lt;br /&gt;And no, this isn't by T-Max. Just by Kim Jun himself. I can't really hear him sing, but the chorus was the best. The one that made it even better is Kim Hyun Joong in it. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I changed my skin, as in edited. :')&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with it, and I'm happy it's like finally 5 now. I mean time flies &amp;amp; I must do my Maths. -.- I didnt do. HAHA. :/ OK.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bloghop/facebook/sms now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The pain has reduce, hope it's gonna be alright. Gosh. :(&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to go now, &amp;amp; yes I posted like 2wice in a day, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored &amp;amp; yes. I wanna post. I'm in love with this font, very cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, for asking me to take care and stuff. It made my day, &amp;amp; I can't name them. Pretty alot. Haha, so anyway. Thanks, I'm going back to school tomorrow and I know I will. x)&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5685776044482752990?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5685776044482752990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-tell-me-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5685776044482752990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5685776044482752990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-tell-me-why.html' title='Just tell me why.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7953543691694202606</id><published>2009-07-30T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:41:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta go through the pain to recieve joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood: Not good.&lt;br /&gt;Music: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I totally sprained my neck. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl went to bed as usual, then she slept. In the middle of the night, or I should say morning, at about 2:16AM, her neck started to hurt as she turned to the other side of the pillow. Then she realised, she couldnt really move her neck. She tried to wake up, but the pain grew even worst that stopped her from moving upwards. So she tried moving right and left, but nothing worked. At last she woke up, at 5:00AM. Then realising, it's still the same. So, what she did was to wake up, with that pain and struggle. Then she realised the pain was really real, and she started crying, because it was just unbearably pain. After several tries of moving her neck, it failed. She could move it a little, but. It was pain/hurt and she didnt know exactly what to do, so she continued crying. The alarm that rang woke my mother up, and I told her that my neck hurt. She was shocked, while she tried to lift my head up, I almost screamed in pain. Because once I slept, it's hard for me to get up. So what am I to do? I woke up again, slowly, then I walked out of my room to the kitchen, where my mum ended up. She told me to rest, or you wanna go school. I insisted on going to school, but she said with such a bad sprain no way you can pull it off within one day, and I'm having PE today. I realised I keep missing PE. :( Well.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was the descriptive compo-like structure I did. I dont like it though, english sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ITS BLOODY PAIN, and I DONT GET TO GO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably, gonna go visit the doctor. :( Cuz, I might wanna get an MC. Haha. Okey.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go slack, Facebook. With no one. :( AWW.&lt;br /&gt;*turns. OUCH! It still hurts. :(&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7953543691694202606?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7953543691694202606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-gotta-go-through-pain-to-recieve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7953543691694202606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7953543691694202606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-gotta-go-through-pain-to-recieve.html' title='You gotta go through the pain to recieve joy.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4726686753310115588</id><published>2009-07-29T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:09:44.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm wishing on the one and only star, for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood ♥: Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Music ♫: Wish Ur My Love - T-Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the quiz I wrote, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like super tired cuz I got loads of work to do now, gonna write stuff in bullets.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;● Went to school, completed my Art work &amp;amp; lost my Malay Homework, so had to redo.&lt;br /&gt;● Mr Adam inspired me to be a perfectionist, I try to, but I cant, haha.&lt;br /&gt;● Maths, did Area &amp;amp; stuff. Was pretty good. Ms Chen told the class my file good, then everybody chiong ask to borrow my file. -.- TingHui has it now, want photocopy. :(&lt;br /&gt;● Left to Malay class. Didnt complete all, but yes, cher didnt scold. But had to give my project to her tomorrow. :( This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;● Left back to class, had Reading English and then I read my readers digest, so I could relax, then I saw the story on Daniella Gracis. I read her life story, and yet another inspiring role model. :')&lt;br /&gt;● Then went for recess &amp;amp; surprisingly. I survived on just a packet of drink! :o HAHA, cool. I never did. -.-&lt;br /&gt;● Got back, and it was English. Had some situational writing test, which I did pretty fast. I wanted to sleep so bad ok. &amp;amp; Mrs Yeo gave us a mocktest. Like so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lastminute.&lt;/span&gt; GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;● After that, had Physics. Then Ms Ong didnt come. So the relief teacher came and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; is all I can say. I didnt learn a thing. Some principles of moment thing. -.- I didnt understand one shit, so I slept. Then he call me, then asked. ' You understand anot? ' &amp;amp; I woke up from sleep. 'Huh? Oh yah! *thumbs up. :) Got back to sleep.' GuiXing, Crystal &amp;amp; Gibson laughed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;● Then after Physics, had Art. -.- I've never hated art that much, but now I kinda do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes. After that, we did some drawing face then paste magazine thing. Must hand in next monday? -.-" WTF. :/&lt;br /&gt;● Finally, I was realeased. Then Amanda&amp;amp;Me went to canteen I bought mee gorend &amp;amp; ate.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda send me all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody hawt&lt;/span&gt; pictures of KimHyunJoong♥ :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.  Ok. Then we left to the general office, to put the management book.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Then, I left. Then walked to commenwealth with Amanda. Well, yes. That's all. Tired lah. Now i'm gonna put up my homework. For my purpose, I can refer to today or later on to check.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today's Homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Maths Homework. /Page 7-8. -.-&lt;br /&gt;● Complete the Malay Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To hand up next week, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Art Collab of face thing. :(&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. :) Looks like that's it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. I should get going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Random Quote: Kids my age should really go study at home rather than slack around the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4726686753310115588?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4726686753310115588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-wishing-on-one-and-only-star-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4726686753310115588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4726686753310115588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-wishing-on-one-and-only-star-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m wishing on the one and only star, for you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6294909923019319833</id><published>2009-07-28T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:21:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if my ex says this to me?</title><content type='html'>You have to answer the survey with an honest heart.&lt;br /&gt;An honest heart will give you good luck for the entire&lt;br /&gt;year. You may imagine of one people or&lt;br /&gt;maybe some people not only one.&lt;br /&gt;Answer it, "What if your ex says" referring to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh bryan. This is just meant for you. You read it or not, I dont care. It's meant to be pure sarcasm. :) and I mean every single letter &amp;amp; word I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why did you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;- Because I could no longer hold on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;- I said that more than a million times, but never appreciated it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When did we last talk?&lt;br /&gt;- A long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you go out with me?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't you have a soccer match to go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I cannot keep my promise to you.&lt;br /&gt;- It's not new, you broke one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My friends say we don't look good together..&lt;br /&gt;- Well, they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You have changed !&lt;br /&gt;- I changed, because of you, fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can we get back together?&lt;br /&gt;- Yah, sure if I was borned yesterday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh, I know what this is all about. You found someone else.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I have. He's wayyyy better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't you realize? You are the one who hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, think twice? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How can u forget our memories??&lt;br /&gt;- There wasn't really any memories to be exact for us. LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;- Awww. Gee thanks. I'll always hate you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you die for our love?&lt;br /&gt;- I like living in this world than dying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You jump, i jump..remember?&lt;br /&gt;- Jump where? Bungee jumping? :) Nah, I dont think we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Kiss me to break the curse if i sleep for a hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;- EWW, kiss you? I'd rather kiss something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Whats the difference between me and you .&lt;br /&gt;- Just about every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I saw you last night with your girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;- Awesome you saw?! What do ya think of him? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Without me, your life wouldn't be complete.&lt;br /&gt;- It wasn't meant to be completed in the first place. It was perfectly fine without you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why are you doing this to me !&lt;br /&gt;- I didnt do anything. You did it to me, jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6294909923019319833?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6294909923019319833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if-my-ex-says-this-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6294909923019319833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6294909923019319833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if-my-ex-says-this-to-me.html' title='What if my ex says this to me?'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1853748082764201404</id><published>2009-07-28T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:11:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because to recieve true love, you'll need to go through all the sufferings &amp; pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood: Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nothing. Watching BOF. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, and yet. I wanna blog. I'm daily blogger yah! Hahah, hm.. I'm watching Boys Over Flower, since I had this crave. :0&lt;br /&gt;Today, in school. I slept like for the first period, not exactly. But I slept. During English &amp;amp; stuff. :/ I&lt;br /&gt;never really knew I would wanna sleep, but then. -.- BLOODY TIRED ok.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. Uhm, then. .. had Geography, after English I think(?) ._. Oh yes yes, Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We really did, behaved. :)&lt;/b&gt; Impressive right? Hahah, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, we did. Had Level Contact must do Reflection. Then I just had to continue a little left, then I rush off to canteen for recess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, 5 minute early dismissal.&lt;/span&gt; So, yes. Then, I bought Green Tea &amp;amp; cheese burger. Oh well. Then, I wanted to go off, then saw Andy &amp;amp; XingAnn, and  he told me to follow him and eat. I said, ok. Iawesomelylovemybrother. :) He's so damn nice, okay. Anyway, then I ate, talked. :) Then I went to TEASE Ismail. :D HAHA. Then ooh, yeah. Saw Zin oo! :P Okay, random. Then ya, had malay, boring stuff. -.- Had IT. And Mr Kelvin made me join the IT Competition for Photoshop. WITH DEVI. ): I HATE IT. Okay, nevermind. Atleast got Daphne and Amanda. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT. WTF, I'm just still so. EMO. -.-&lt;br /&gt;WHY. WATCHING BOF. Okay, memories come back, now I'm not fine ok. :/ I wanna go off.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1853748082764201404?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1853748082764201404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1853748082764201404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1853748082764201404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-cool.html' title='Because to recieve true love, you&apos;ll need to go through all the sufferings &amp; pain.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1889284102212639929</id><published>2009-07-27T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:01:49.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you only knew, It would be a dream come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood: Tired, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Music: If You Only Knew - Savannah Outen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Edited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. After a long effort of changing my skin, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did it.&lt;/span&gt; Hahah, proud man. I know the skin, you may feel too &lt;i&gt;plain&lt;/i&gt;, or too &lt;b&gt;pink-ish&lt;/b&gt;, but for me, it's fine. :) So yes. I like it lah. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE, CLICK ON MY NUFFNANG, IF YOU COME TO MY BLOG. I BEG YOU. JUST ONE CLICK, IT WONT BE THAT BAD RIGHT? (: PLEASE&amp;amp;THANKYOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I got 1 Malay Compo undone, I've decided to ditch it, and tell the teacher I didnt bring it.&lt;br /&gt;She'll let me bring it the next day, which I'll be doing it tomorrow, after school. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with no choice, sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not that hardworking or diligent like you think.&lt;/span&gt; We nerds would like some rest or breaks too you know! ^^&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  back. &amp;amp; Thanks, Amanda for the treat @ Mac! :P&lt;br /&gt;School didnt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; start off that well.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna' really shorten things up, or maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;Took, the bus, and I saw. Okay, how would ya feel looking at a bastard/gay's face like in the morning. EARLY morning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did. I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bryantan.&lt;/span&gt; I was in the bus when I turned to my right, and saw him going to cross the road. WTF. I was about to curse all the words I knew, but since I was in a public bus, decided to shutup.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay. We had Maths first period. Lame stuff, blahblah. Angles. Class mad. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; GuiXing made me laugh my bloody ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cos Crystal &amp;amp; I were talking about how he had a girlfriend next block, the tortoise, and they both go on a date to eat lettuce. HAHAHAHA. OKAY. It's funny stuff ya know! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldnt stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt; Then, we had History? ._. That was bloody bloody fucking annoying. I hate using that word in my blog, but when it comes to Mrs Yeo, I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;She gets on my nerve, isnt responsible for whatever she does, and doesnt know how to teach a kid. &amp;amp; No wonder she's retired. -.- Might as well, go die lah. Dont come teach us can already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating both English&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; thanks to her. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never hated History. It was one subject I loved learning, and always liked.&lt;/span&gt;) Thanks to that woman, I think I'm hating it.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesnt mean, I'm gonna fail it. I'll do what it takes to pass. For the sake of Mr Singh.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. -.- Okay, then. Ya, the Reading English teacher was really pretty! ^^ :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, the boys went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drooooooooooooling&lt;/span&gt; over her. EWW much.&lt;br /&gt;Then recess, blah.&lt;br /&gt;Then English, even worst.&lt;br /&gt;Then had Physics. -.- OK. PHYSICS, some teacher who really, I didnt like, was trying to be the boss. Nvm, ok. Then, yeah, had what else uh? Hmm. I think that's about it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, After school, lunch-ed @ Mac, with Amanda, Siti &amp;amp; XueYi. It's been a long time since we went out for lunch. Since Amanda convinced me, haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, then. What uh ? Hmmph, yeah. I went there, eat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks alot for the treat Amanda! REALLY. :)&lt;/span&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Then, saw George, Ryu, Woei Feng, Hans and Wei Min. -.- What a shock.&lt;br /&gt;Then saw alot of Band members.  :P that includes BAO YI.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite senior, Siti &amp;amp; Amanda keep saying what I popular. -.- I'm just friendly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then left to library. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I saw .. .. .. THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLS.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, Daphne, Sadijah, Win Lei &amp;amp; Su.&lt;br /&gt;The clique who never seem to get me, except for Daphne. I like daphne best, haha. She's the most, nicest one yet the one who gets why I'm irritated by them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did my work silently, then Amanda &amp;amp; Siti said about the lift, stuck thing. Haha, sounds scary. Woo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not sarcastic here.&lt;/span&gt; Then, the girls left, I did my homework, did till about 4. Then left @ 4.30PM I think.&lt;br /&gt;Then mood turned down, but was able to smile. Left, took the bus, saw mum&amp;amp;dad. Who went to Sieng Siong(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that's how you spell that.&lt;/span&gt;) and so I helped them, blah.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. &amp;amp; rained badly.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote:&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I said bloody more than 20 times today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay. I'm leaving now.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1889284102212639929?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1889284102212639929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-only-knew-it-would-be-dream-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1889284102212639929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1889284102212639929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-only-knew-it-would-be-dream-come.html' title='If you only knew, It would be a dream come true.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1294170078722978753</id><published>2009-07-26T12:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:43:42.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saranghae./ Double S 5-0-1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood: Happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Music: A Song Calling For You - SS501.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SVCq2CL1t-s&amp;amp;hl=en&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/SVCq2CL1t-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Smva8_N01gI/AAAAAAAAASM/mRfwIKBGH3o/s320/SS501-2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362620522611136002" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;GAH. SS501, bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;. KimHyunOppa, mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, I've realised I'm such a korean, pop lover. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;KIM HYUN JOONG. SO DAMN HOT CAN. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop hyperventilating about them, well. Nevermind, I still gotta remember I got homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Due Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Malay Homework, like about, bloody over 25 pages undone.&lt;br /&gt;● Malay Composition. On a good deed I've done for the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due Monday:&lt;br /&gt;● PD, reflection project on the school value. Cut article from newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I soooo gotta go down to shop and buy newspaper ....... or should i just take a few days ago the paper? -.- no nice article anyway .. so okay. Nevermind .. I'll buy la.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm damn lazy to go down. -.- AHHH! I HATE HOMEWORKS. OK.&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen to Song Calling For You while doing my work. I'm sure I'll get it going on.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. FIGHTING! ~~&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better stop blogging and get organised.&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA ~ :P HAHA, I cant stop singing. SS501, KimHyunJoong, hotness &amp;amp; the best dancer.&lt;br /&gt;I love the music vid. .... I dont really like Super Junior though. Saw the Sorry, Sorry, Sorry vid, but nah, I dont get the vibe like I do when I listen to this song, :P HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for a good skin, but just can't find. Oh well who cares. This skin is just fine I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I should go off now, buy newspaper. -.-&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1294170078722978753?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1294170078722978753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/saranghae-double-s-5-0-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1294170078722978753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1294170078722978753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/saranghae-double-s-5-0-1.html' title='Saranghae./ Double S 5-0-1.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Smva8_N01gI/AAAAAAAAASM/mRfwIKBGH3o/s72-c/SS501-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-111036106130943734</id><published>2009-07-25T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:02:49.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm holding on your rope got me ten feet off the ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood: Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Apologize - One Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back. I went out just now, and I'm freaking tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Well, morning I was tired decided not to go, but then mum told me to come, so didnt really wanted to turn her down. :(&lt;br /&gt;HMM, I miss school. HAHA. I miss it lah. I really, miss bullying Ryu and GuiXing. :P&lt;br /&gt;Bully them till go siao. Hahah. Hmmph, I realise I got homework to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Project, Reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Imma go off now.&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY BOUGHT THE NEW ISSUE OF TEENAGE, AND IT WAS THE LAST COPY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank god&lt;/span&gt;. I was searching for it. And I finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;BOF on the cover makes the issue more special. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yep. So I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for a wonderful yet memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-111036106130943734?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/111036106130943734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-holding-on-your-rope-got-me-ten-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/111036106130943734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/111036106130943734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-holding-on-your-rope-got-me-ten-feet.html' title='I&apos;m holding on your rope got me ten feet off the ground.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5677301726167460774</id><published>2009-07-24T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:59:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday of our lives, wanna find you there. Wanna hold on tight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood: Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Everyday - High School Musical 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SmliV0hVIPI/AAAAAAAAASE/qkfTkTwNv_Y/s320/crystal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361924958376501490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sweet isnt it? :) Crystal did it for me, I did one for her too. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd isnt it? I'm listening to a High School Musical 2 song, haha. Okay. I dont know why either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just awesomely happy that .. I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; use the computer, after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; told my brother only I could fix it. TSK. He's always taking the credit. :) I'm genius. &gt;:) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okays, today school. Was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome.&lt;/span&gt; I never did imagine I'd say that. But for the very-first-damn-time, it has been good for me. -Switches to LoveStory.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now I'm listening to Love Story by Taylor. :) Hmmph. We had school, and it was pretty neat. Except for the first part.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;1) I was superrrrrrrrr tired, so I wanted to sleep, but couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;2) I had a bad stomach cramp. -.-&lt;br /&gt;3) Handphone off, cuz no battery. GRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;4) I went to school, so tired and slept half the WHOLE time.&lt;br /&gt;That was all that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;English sucked as usual. It was major comedy for me, thanks to Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask Mrs Yeo about a million times, just to know what the title was. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a fool out there, in class. Haha, alright.&lt;br /&gt;I think I found my new buddy. RYU&amp;amp;GIBSON.&lt;br /&gt;I oh-so-love-my-seat &amp;amp; -my-group. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ryu is always there to be my motivator in some way. I did improve in maths cuz of him.&lt;br /&gt;Gibson is always helping me, haha. Never fail to crack me up at times.&lt;br /&gt;GuiXing, the turtle that is now named Barking Turtle, cuz he talks alot. :D But he's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal always there to support me. ;) She's uber cute lahs. But pretty obsessive of herself. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yah. (: I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Hmmph. InoScience was then fun. But my idiotic buddy Ryu go spray Alcohol at the back of my shirt? -.-&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRR. But damn cooling sia. HAHA. It's toxic. (: One thing for sure, I enjoyed this lesson more than Mr Leong's.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. Then, we had Reading Mother Tongue when all I did, was doodle. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then recess, blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, had Home Ec. SEWING. Said was extremely funny.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. He was blabbering about roti prata then I said, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one kosong, one egg ah!&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Murni turned and she was like 'Nishaaaaaaaaaa! So NAUGHTY AHH! You also ah!'.&lt;br /&gt;*giggles. Haha. Okay, then I kept on trying and now I like it alot. (:&lt;br /&gt;But Said kept on winning even when Ms Murni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheated&lt;/span&gt;, making me finish sewing fast. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Then had the PD uhm, briefing thing, on the project.&lt;br /&gt;Well, teacher told Ryu to take the PD Files. And I wanted to help.&lt;br /&gt;You know I hate being in class, slacking hearing to breafings. It's bloody boring. :P&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Then Ms Murni go tease say what Ryu want girl help only. -.- Then class was like WHOAHHHHH. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yes, I saw the look on your face. You weren't happy, were ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we carried it, then Ryu was bragging saying he does Body Building. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;No muscles, I bet no abs also. -.-&lt;br /&gt;TSK he ahhh. OKay. Then he carry carry I thought he was about to collapse or something.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. Then, left to go back to home sweet home. Oh yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darius! You're the class chairperson! I know you deserve it, buddy. :) Congrats!&lt;/span&gt; Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;RECESS, GRRRRR. JANANI VASU. YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;owe me biggg time young lady.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, okay I'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, you ah. I knew it man. Should have kept my look out when I was watching the Band performance for Aesthetics Night on the tv at canteen. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. Haha, ok.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed alot, smiled alot. And most importantly, thanked god for such a blessed day.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, my prayers were answered. :) You're the only one who listens &amp;amp; help me as my day gets tough. Thanks my lord.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5677301726167460774?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5677301726167460774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday-of-our-lives-wanna-find-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5677301726167460774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5677301726167460774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday-of-our-lives-wanna-find-you.html' title='Everyday of our lives, wanna find you there. Wanna hold on tight.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SmliV0hVIPI/AAAAAAAAASE/qkfTkTwNv_Y/s72-c/crystal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5977662427540625025</id><published>2009-07-23T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:42:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Emmeline. God bless you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Thirteenth Birthday Emmeline, Twinny. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you on this very special day that you were borned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thirteen now, so pls, stop your laughing gas at band k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Have fun. &amp;amp; I love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5977662427540625025?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5977662427540625025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-emmeline-god-bless-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5977662427540625025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5977662427540625025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-emmeline-god-bless-you.html' title='Happy Birthday, Emmeline. God bless you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7380115071274478234</id><published>2009-07-23T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:45:40.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She can't see the way your eyes, the light up when you smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood: Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Invisible - Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Smgiw7hWYeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wSuc8IWTtvY/s320/3621087949_63087bc712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361573580391211490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;uber hawtness. -drools. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay. I would elaborate on what happened in school today, but I'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay, today school was alright. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I never did or will say it was awesome or rocking fun or somethin. Because it never has been.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I saw the damn wrong timetable and brought the wrong stuff? Grr. Me no happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then second bad news, there wasn't any band!?! AWWS. Band rocks. :( I came to school all the way for it. &gt;:( Ok. Me mood not good, so emo. Pfffftttt. NO BAND. WRONG TIMETABLE. DIDNT DO MATHS. :( How to start a day like this? Grr, okay. Then, had Maths. &amp;amp; now I know, according to Ryu and Guixing &amp;amp; not forgetting Gibson, Ryu is smart la. I musttt admit that. We had Maths worksheet and he completed faster than me. &gt;:) HAHA. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit defeat. But he's like a nice brother to me. While they kept saying we flirting? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Immature idiots, I call them. *ahem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt; Okay. Then, had History, and didnt bring book/file.&lt;br /&gt;-.- It's stupid how she shouted at me on my bloody face saying that she wasnt at that question.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I dont understand question 6. She shouted at me. WTF man. -.- I would have cursed every word I knew to her. But, yet still. I'm emo? remember? Haha. Okay. Then left off my emo mood. Then some go change place? -.- Ms Murni shout here shout there. Then fine.&lt;br /&gt;Had PD. It sucked I'd say. HAHA, but yes. It was darn funny. When, the prefect telling us rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, no vulgarities, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexual harrassment&lt;/span&gt;, or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH. Crystal and me, lauged our ass off.  HAHA. Okay, then. Left for 15mins, late recess, alone. &gt;:) Okay. Then talked to JiaHui. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then. Left back to class, had English. Ms Murni was in class to see us, then we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to behave. Alright. Then, she gave us a vocab test. AND said the ANSWERS ALOUD.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! &amp;amp; She left about 5 answers on the board, for so long. We just copied. :P&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell cares. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then she was talking about Cuisine, then someone said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GUIXING!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. OKAY. I can't&lt;br /&gt;stop laughing. :P Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Had art after that, Mr Ho came in. Then bla bla. XueYi, kept sleeping cher ask her wakeup. -.-&lt;br /&gt;WTF. I hate it when teachers do that to me. &gt;:( Okay. Then, we draw dunno what side-view? I wanted to draw Ryu, but Ryu kept on moving. -.- So lazy. Ryu drew Navin, Navin drew Ryu.&lt;br /&gt;So did Guixing. He ended up with some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egyptian!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Okay ROFL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then, had Geography, which was the last period. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my gosh! finallyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ate chewing gum during class! OMG!@$#$#$! NURKHAIRUNNISA! I never did really, ate gum in class nor have I eaten in class when the teacher was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;But I was starving ya? :) Okay. then. Had test, copied most from Gibson. Then cher kept on talking never care we copied? LOL. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Gibson for a tissue. Then he say just spit out like this. -does action.&lt;br /&gt;You wont believe what happened. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The gum literally came out of his mouth, and fell on the floor! &lt;/span&gt;I went, 'OHHH MYYYY...' Then the whole class heard. They were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;They were like oh my what?! -.- HAHA. Okay. But it's an expression ok.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, then blah. I thew my gum. Ismail got one, thanks to me. &gt;:) I'm darn nice.&lt;br /&gt;Then left to canteen to eat, then left to go home. :P&lt;br /&gt;Thats how the story went.&lt;br /&gt;Okay what-ever. :P Hmm. Now I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing really to do. Blogging was on my mind the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm blogging about something else.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I watched Hatching Pete, it was friggin nice and Jason Dolley is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hawt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays.&lt;br /&gt;Then, saw the whole eclipes news thing on TV? :) It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;That's it. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with bloggingggg. :) Not quit or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;So goodbyeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7380115071274478234?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7380115071274478234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-cant-see-way-your-eyes-light-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7380115071274478234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7380115071274478234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-cant-see-way-your-eyes-light-up.html' title='She can&apos;t see the way your eyes, the light up when you smile.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Smgiw7hWYeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wSuc8IWTtvY/s72-c/3621087949_63087bc712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4998599175731101500</id><published>2009-07-22T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:14:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No happily ever after, that just aint for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mood:Moody, but I'm smiling. :)&lt;br /&gt;Music: Happily Never After - Nicole Scherzinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm back. Haha, today. Uhm, I'd say it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first damn time I'm saying school was fine.&lt;/span&gt; Haha, alright. Uh, had Bio test, Diffusion and Osmosis, too. -.- oh gosh. I dont wanna say it. Anyway, had Physics. Bored as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mother Tongue, had to do project in comp lab. But didnt do, thanks to me forgetting to save it in thumbdrive and bring it to school. Nevermind. -.- Then, recess, back to loner mood. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's nice being alone. Anyway, after recess, Mr Ho called me and boon siang out for the parent thing. Then .. it went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Can you call Bryan for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm, which?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Bryan Wong uh? eh wait. Bryan Tan Yuu ... ru ..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah, okayokay. I know. -call bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Then we had to meet Mr Lai and the parent at the QWSS room. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So. Anyway, after that, we had English, Maths. Ms Chen was so nice to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys go irritate me? Then Hans sat beside me, cuz Ms Chen punish him. Said say what he flirting? -.- Then Ryu. GRRRR. He totally made me mad. HAHA. He kept on solving all the Maths Questions man. I was like, No! Its your luck. He say what he inteligent ah, what shit.&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask Said the angle question he say 130 degrees. I said, you said 120 lah. Then he say no! 130!! Then Guixing, 'EH. I hear him lah. He say 130!' Then I shout at him. 'Oi. Dont be extra lahh.' HAHA Said laughed. :P He damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. After that, had Eng. Had to do situational writing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; did have problems with that.&lt;br /&gt;After finish I rest my head on the table. Ryu was like, NISHA! Why so emo!&lt;br /&gt;I was like, grumbling. 'I WANNA SLEEEP!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, he say go sleep. Then the Mrs Yeo, ask me to copy vocab words. -.- Then ryu say ah there! go copy lah. Dont sleep. TSK. ):&lt;br /&gt;HAH. After that, I left to QWSS centre with BoonSiang, saw Bryan there. Then Mr Lai show us the parents. Bla-bla. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was like 3 chairs. Bryan sat at the end. Boon siang sat at the other end. I was like. :O Uhm, can you move in? -.- I dont &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wish/want/need&lt;/span&gt; to sit beside him.&lt;br /&gt;Then, yeah. After that talked. Then Kaiyang walked in. And his MUM was one of them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was like 'that's your mum?' he went, 'ya!' HAHA. Okay? I like his mum. Cool. ^^.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Then, after that, the aunty asked me, if I had any problems. I was looking at bryan. I turned. I said no, politely. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, like I dont have any problems. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn happy. Cuz I got no idea? -.- LAME.&lt;br /&gt;Too long post. Lazy post already, so bye peepos.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mrs Yeo, said. 'Stop. In the name of Jesus.' Haha.&lt;br /&gt;While Hans, likes saying ' Amen' after every phrase he says. ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Okay. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WoeiFeng, hope you liked the birthday note I gave, with the turtle I drew for you. ^^ HAHA. It's like damn cute ok. ;)&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/1049790903615348417-4998599175731101500?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4998599175731101500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-happily-ever-after-that-just-aint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4998599175731101500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4998599175731101500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-happily-ever-after-that-just-aint.html' title='No happily ever after, that just aint for me.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7958513367242564700</id><published>2009-07-21T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:55:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because all my life, I'll pray for someone like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mood: Pissed, but still, calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Music: All My Life - Shayne Ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm suppose to do with my pretty messed up life right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just number the things that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to school per normal. Saw some weird sculpture made by Kwan Yang. -.-&lt;br /&gt;2) Sat beside WinLei as usual, but begged to change and sit beside Gibson. :) *woots.&lt;br /&gt;3) I slacked, Physics boring. Biology was pretty fun. After that was Level Contact.&lt;br /&gt;4) I  had to talk? So I talked about my partner, Gibson. :) He's so nice now you know.&lt;br /&gt;For saying a compliment, I get all the 'WHOAHHHHHHH. ;)' sound effect. -.-&lt;br /&gt;5) Left for recess early.&lt;br /&gt;6) Yes, I was alone. Siti didnt come, so. Yes, I was just the typical loner. Janani, I'm watching you.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;7) Got back to class, had Mother Tongue, Mock Test. Pretty tough, but manable, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;8) Had Literature after that.&lt;br /&gt;The whole passaged was name after a guy called Ian? :/ Wow. Some kiosk happened in class, I only saw Wei Min falling over. &amp;amp; Bryan being blamed for it. The rest was just drama.&lt;br /&gt;9) Hans picked up a piece of paper saying *ahem. I dont wanna talk in blog about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;10) Scared Su by shouting Kai Yang's name. LOL. :) I'm genius. Okay, not. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;11) Left to Queenstown Library to finish up my pile of, work. Then Daphne and Sadijah came.&lt;br /&gt;12) Su &amp;amp; Win Lei came and made such a noisy conversation that pissed me off. Couldn't do my Maths at all.&lt;br /&gt;13) Daphne and me left to Shell, 7-11, to grab something to eat. Yay. Had some Tuna &amp;amp; Cheese thing, I dont know what it's called, but it was nice. Still hungry. Grr. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;14) Left back to the library and didnt do last 2 questions, just copied from Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;15) Walked with them to Queenstown MRT and waited at the bus-stop for bus, then I saw someone.&lt;br /&gt;16) GIBSON! :) HAHA. He's so adorable. Hmm, then we talked. Blabla. He say you always study but I do better than you. Oh well its true. He's friggin smart can.&lt;br /&gt;17) Took 111 home, and yep. :) That's all.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my my. Okay, I'll wait for mum to come home then brag about how much I wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;But get fat. HAHA. :) Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7958513367242564700?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7958513367242564700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-all-my-life-ill-pray-for_1407.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7958513367242564700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7958513367242564700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-all-my-life-ill-pray-for_1407.html' title='Because all my life, I&apos;ll pray for someone like you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1474037024765230680</id><published>2009-07-20T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:45:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooded with all this pain, knowing that it's really over.</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sick and tired of living at home not going to school.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks ok.&lt;br /&gt;All I'm doing is gameboy.&lt;br /&gt;I never had the thought of studying.&lt;br /&gt;WHY.&lt;br /&gt;And there's literature test comin' up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I'm returning back to school, after countless days of LOA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I got no mood to actually even blog, but decided to keep it pretty alive.&lt;br /&gt;When school starts, I dont know if I have time or if I want to, blog. But we'll see first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I could tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His favourite colours green, he loves to argue oh and  it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His sister's beautiful, he has his fathers eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you asked me if I loved him, I'd lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I irrevocably in love with that song man. :) It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1474037024765230680?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1474037024765230680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/flooded-with-all-this-pain-knowing-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1474037024765230680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1474037024765230680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/flooded-with-all-this-pain-knowing-that.html' title='Flooded with all this pain, knowing that it&apos;s really over.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6186460180342849479</id><published>2009-07-19T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:45:34.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, cuz I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I lose all my links. :(&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I had a spare one.&lt;br /&gt;But that 'spare one', doesn't have all my current links.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry if I didn't relink you or didnt even link you. I will, soon yeah. Like tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a fun day, I might say.&lt;br /&gt;Wore the dress mom bought me, awesome. :) Then left the house took the train and played gameboy. -.- Okay, I dont just play it cuz I'm a loser or something, I was bored ok. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, then met cousins at Admiralty MRT station to eat in the building infront of it. I forgot the name. :( We were going to Admiralty to eat before visiting my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, we went. Then saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAZ!&lt;/span&gt; Teehee. Haha, talkedtalked.&lt;br /&gt;Then chatted about ghost things. And let me tell you. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt; when I saw Taz sitting beside me when I was listening to my other cousin talking about ghost stuff. -.- GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I was shocked till' I think I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then. Bleh. We talked. I played the piano. Then, we did our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to solve a 4 by 4 rubiks cube but failed. :( Okay, then we left to causeway to buy me some stuff. After we reached there @ about, 2+, we just bought my stuff @ Chameleon I think  that's how you spell it, beside 77th street. Oh gosh, I saw a dickies that I oh-so-love. :) I'll get it. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then. We ate at LongJohn. :) My small cousin kept on eating my cheese fries. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;OK. Drank like sooo much of coke.&lt;br /&gt;:/ OK. Continued with gameboy, and took MRT dropped off @ Bukit Batok. 106-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;That's just about it.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are getting sick. GRRRR. I'm getting pissed off with that fact. *screams.&lt;br /&gt;I pray they all get well. :(&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6186460180342849479?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6186460180342849479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-cuz-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6186460180342849479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6186460180342849479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-cuz-im-back.html' title='Yeah, cuz I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2486744635947228357</id><published>2009-07-18T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:34:20.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I dont seem to have him to watch over me.</title><content type='html'>I have abosolutely no mood to post about anything today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 8AM every morning sucks, to the damn core.&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna blog, I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2486744635947228357?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2486744635947228357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-dont-seem-to-have-him-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2486744635947228357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2486744635947228357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-dont-seem-to-have-him-to.html' title='Because I dont seem to have him to watch over me.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1943438791042736915</id><published>2009-07-18T01:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:27:31.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me: Walks to the refrigerator to get cold water.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Takes out the big bottle of super cold water, and drink it from the bottle itself.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Brother: AYE! Don't drink it like that, get a glass or something la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me: -.- FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me: Walks to the refrigerator to get cold water.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Takes out the big bottle of super cold water, and drink it from the bottle itself.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mum: Eh! Don't drink it like that, take a cup. Not good drink like this! TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;GRR. This conversation has popped up so many times @ the kitchen, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;But why!&lt;br /&gt;Why cannot drink it from the bottle itself?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( GRR. Me NO HAPPY ok.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lemme see, I wonder what's the difference drinking from the bottle and drinking from a cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1943438791042736915?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1943438791042736915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1943438791042736915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1943438791042736915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-water.html' title='Cold water.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2800274399720776044</id><published>2009-07-18T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:52:11.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She walks away saying, she deserve better.</title><content type='html'>Guess like I'm no longer in my hiatus mode.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;I guess a few days of being quarantined has thought me, a few things.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm a person who actually likes playing the gameboy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;2) How much good and bad things happen within a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I think I've started taking his advice, well, maybe, I should learn how to change myself to be better than convincing others to. But somehow, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what turned out to make me this way, but, yeah, I guess I deserve to smile more.&lt;br /&gt;I do, but somehow, I'm sick&amp;amp;tired of being lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you, I am. But you know, you broke my heart, even when it's beating, the scar is there.&lt;br /&gt;Just have to say thanks for what you've taught me in life.&lt;br /&gt;I never did learn how to become for the better without you. I guess pain does lead you to a better path in life.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskin, and I really dont like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I dont like it, it's so not me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh who cares, lets just bare with this skin for now. It's like 12:47 AM now. I ain't sleeping, and I don't know why yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy I no need take temperature tomorrow. HAHA. It's funny man you gotta wake up at 8AM to take your temperature? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Pure stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I shall use my time now to change my blogskin, again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz, I dont like my current blogskin and as you might wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't you sleepy?&lt;/span&gt; well, yes. I am.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, you should see my eyes right now, but I guess I should just do what i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;No harm in staying up late. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got Saturday, Sunday &amp;amp; Monday to enjoy my break.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do some bio/history mugging tomorrow I should say.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeap. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do my stuff and get going.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still not through with you, bitch. I'm not. I'm seriously, sick of your games man.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell ya, how much I actually feel like slapping your face but I wont.&lt;br /&gt;Just dont you dare try to provoke me or my feelings, I'm warning ya.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; try to, you'll watch for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2800274399720776044?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2800274399720776044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-walks-away-saying-she-deserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2800274399720776044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2800274399720776044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-walks-away-saying-she-deserve.html' title='She walks away saying, she deserve better.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3574366499808000338</id><published>2009-07-17T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:00:16.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't fixed yet.</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, my computer still not fixed.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid man. _l_&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when I  have time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;YANESS, Emmeline &amp;amp; Me have our own blog.&lt;br /&gt;PWNED! Teeeheee*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonelastlov-e.blogspot.com/"&gt;theonelastlove(:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;DAMN, watched alot of Nigahiga. -.-&lt;br /&gt;gtg.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3574366499808000338?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3574366499808000338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-aint-fixed-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3574366499808000338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3574366499808000338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-aint-fixed-yet.html' title='This ain&apos;t fixed yet.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3741936892035257134</id><published>2009-07-16T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:43:51.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm being quarantined.</title><content type='html'>Yay, it's awesome to be quarantined.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I can slack like I'm jobless or something. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to H1N1. But, it's pretty boring, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. NISHA! You're suppose to be hiatus, so why on earth are you even blogging.&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, uhm. My computer will be repaired today. Yayness. It's awesome. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Computer, faster fix. I want to use you. I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;+ The worst. Malay project is stuck in my computer and I can't get it out till it's being fixed.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I only can blog at like 10:36AM today, cuz' my brother went to the gym. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Whatever guys do, do it. Just don't annoy me. (: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm I've been listening to alot of rap/pop/rock stuff. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why either, I realised hearing Shigga Shay's I'm still fly, makes me concentrate better when I'm doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fly, I'm sky high and I dare anybody to hop on my wingsss. ~ eek.&lt;br /&gt;It's stuck into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome rap.&lt;br /&gt;Luvhim.(L)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall get going now, I just realised not everyone in triplone is quarantined. -.-&lt;br /&gt;DAMN man. ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall get going now, and let's pray that woei feng will recover.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3741936892035257134?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3741936892035257134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-being-quarantined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3741936892035257134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3741936892035257134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-being-quarantined.html' title='I&apos;m being quarantined.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2596139664554247318</id><published>2009-07-15T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:58:06.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry guys, but I might not be posting on blog for these few days/weeks, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Due to my computer, default. ASSHOLE. My comp spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;So using my laptop, but I can't always use it, due to my brother, bringing it to work most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I really apologise though.&lt;br /&gt;:) So current status is HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Queensway, 4 H1N1 case, if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;1 from tripleone. T_T&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Woei Feng, take care mate.&lt;br /&gt;Hairy turtle will miss ya. HAHA. But yeah, take care.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone take care too, while I'm away, dont get H1N1 or smth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But if I get the time I'll reply to tags at my tagboard, so don't leave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; dead, yeah? :-)&lt;br /&gt;(L): God, Family, Friends.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2596139664554247318?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2596139664554247318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2596139664554247318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2596139664554247318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome.html' title='awesome.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3478820578437237353</id><published>2009-07-14T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:04:52.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello, goodbye.</title><content type='html'>GAH.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging in the com lab ain't that fun man.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Adam was nice enough to actually let us blog, or should I say, do whatever we want.&lt;br /&gt;So in that case. (: I decided to blog, oh well. :-)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. amanda looking at facebook pics, and I'm blogging. &lt;br /&gt;Hot much? I mean, the room temp. Nothing horny like how Ryu always thinks. -.-&lt;br /&gt;What stupid tree language. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, stop spamming.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Weimin and his idiotic cheese joke. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;Tsk. I feel like watching BOF. ): RAWR. I want to watch it so bad. AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;OMG. GUJUNPYO/YOONJIHOO. HAHHHHH. -drools to the core. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;br /&gt;School so far sucks to the core, thanks to MS ANGELINE YEO.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck her man. I'm tellin' ya. She sucks and how I wish I get Ms Leong back as my teacher. &lt;br /&gt;Haisssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell she had to leave us and go to Henderson. :( AWWs.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm pretty excited for the outing, for 6A later aftr school. :) WEE. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. awesome ^^\/&lt;br /&gt;SEE WARDINA&amp;WASLINA, AND EUNICELOHJIAWEN, MEIKOZHENGHUIXUAN. :P&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn excited. -.-&lt;br /&gt;That makes it more understandable why I'm super hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;Aites, I'm too lazy to blog now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I shall get going, wee. Like go play some facebook stuff or quiz. BLEH. :P&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3478820578437237353?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3478820578437237353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-hello-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3478820578437237353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3478820578437237353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-hello-goodbye.html' title='Say hello, goodbye.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4944994934975540532</id><published>2009-07-13T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:55:17.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless, I told her. As he walked pass by.</title><content type='html'>Wee, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;The most random stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, uhm. Totally, although Siti didn't come today, I wasn't really happy. But I'm happy that I could stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;I had to tolerate all the Kai Yang new haircut nonsense and all the LBS things. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I got pissed off in class thanks to MRS YEO. She spoils my fucking mood man.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn, annoying. Serious. I could have talked back to her in class, but decided not to spoil my rep in Queensway at my first damn year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all I can to shut up and be the goody girl. HAHA, okay crap.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, 2 days before or 3 days. I was humming to the song, 'Tweet Whore' by RyanHiga.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, it was funny. + Today mummy and I went to Jurong East to get my new Ez-Link card.&lt;br /&gt;But when I went to get it, mum wanted to draw out some money, deposit. Then she went to the machine, my turn I helped.. The lady who last left, didn't take her money! :P&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, 30 BUCKS MAN. GAH. I was so T_T" Okay, then I took the money rush off to find the woman, but she wasn't there. So mum said, ':D Just keep it.' I was like, 'WHOAH. 30 bucks. Weeeee. You want what? I treat you today. HAHA' Mum was like, you get money only whoah, so show off. I say. -.- Of course. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. only spend 10 bucks. The 20, I kept. I'm friggin happy man. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Stupid, get free money. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nevermind, uh, then bought stuff, ate at banquet. Eunice&amp;amp;Win Lei called. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well, uh. Then, bought cheese sausages. The ones I crave for most of the times at night with fries to go along. *yum. Dang, I can see why I'm getting fat now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;Wee. Okay, looks like I'm in a good mood again. I'm really happy though.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool how I prayed things would be better to the almighty god, last night and I guess things really did work out. My brother and I are alright now I guess. :l I don't know what to say about that, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Uhm, I shall get going now. Off to facebook more. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i totally rock. \m/&lt;/span&gt; haha. I can't seem to stop saying that thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kai yang.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;WEE. :) HAHA, dunnid know why though.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Off to do some work, and do the note for Woei Feng, baby boy. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAIRY TURTLE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;LMAO. I can't stop saying it, thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm hyper again today. :P&lt;br /&gt;I shall get going now.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord, because he has given me enough strength power, courage and most importantly the heart, to smile and brighten my day. He shall be the only powerful one, who could also brighten all my fellow friend's heart, mind and soul too.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4944994934975540532?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4944994934975540532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/pointless-i-told-her-as-he-walked-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4944994934975540532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4944994934975540532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/pointless-i-told-her-as-he-walked-pass.html' title='Pointless, I told her. As he walked pass by.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5687671527118690728</id><published>2009-07-12T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:18:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learnt that life isn't always easy.</title><content type='html'>Today, wasn't that good for a start to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a fight at home, cuz' my brother was shouting at me, when the computer couldn't on.&lt;br /&gt;Due to me, I used the computer, till about 1.00AM +, and started pretty early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So, it couldn't on yet. Then for that, my brother starting shouting at me and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;So yes. It wasn't bear-a-ble. Because it sucks when you have someone shouting at you on something where you can actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; about. Haha, well, it's okay. Then I read more on God..&lt;br /&gt;I realised his almighty powers and how he soften each and every one of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stop crying till that argument in the morning, then mum suggested a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother and daughter - day out&lt;/span&gt; and so I was pretty happy she knew the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I agreed and we left the house, but I wanted to watch Sketch on Okto first. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's nice you know!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after that, Long story. Suppose to get down at Paya Lebar, but ended up at Eunos if I'm not wrong, because I made my mum laugh so hard that we got caught off the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after that, we bought this, bought that. I realised my taste bud, I mean my so called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna eat&lt;/span&gt; appetite is going a lil' off board, cuz' I realised how much I've been eating lately.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm gonna be fat, but I know I'll still put on weight. Like how I ate 1 huge chicken kebab I bought. &amp;amp; Ate about 12 pieces of BBQ Meat? All on my own? -.- It's alot I tell you, but super nice. I'm still munching onto the last 2 pieces, haha.&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, I guess brother and I are alright again. It's okay, we have to forgive each other anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be exact, I'm taking my study break right now, actually. Because I was completing my homework and unleft work that I didn't do in class and stuff. Well, left with another graph for Maths, and another graph for Physics which I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no idea on just how to do it.&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;Alright. :/ I think I'll get going now. Just on the computer to blog. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I decided to cut-down on computer time, since it's my fault that the computer can't on, and my fault for not catching up with my work. Got History/Geography to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;And Science too. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall book a day to mug at the library.&lt;br /&gt;:-) kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, byes people.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5687671527118690728?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5687671527118690728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-learnt-that-life-isnt-always-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5687671527118690728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5687671527118690728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-learnt-that-life-isnt-always-easy.html' title='I learnt that life isn&apos;t always easy.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8464271895480798532</id><published>2009-07-11T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:21:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm back from a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's good to know that I had enough rest, because, I haven't been having enough sleep these few days. Now I did, and I'm glad there's no band on Monday. Haha, I seems like I'm bragging about it. Well, I am because I'm happy. Although I'm pretty desperate to learn how to play the whole of Forward March. I find it, more uhm, easy to play than Trumpet Voluntary at times.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskin since I saw it as SOTD, and I found it one of a kind, at Mira's blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;So, chose to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored right now, actually. I shall go read New Moon soon.&lt;br /&gt;Need to eat lunch, since I'm starving, haha. I still can't believe that Aesthetics Night is finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like just in 1 day, the rehearsal, then the next day is the main day.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, next thing to go is National Day. I hope we'll do well though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I could actually play the Canon in D in piano, like finally, I figured out the right hand notes. HAHA. I had to play the song over and over and over again just so I can figure out the right hand. Chords, didn't have any problems.&lt;br /&gt;So, happy about it, (: I shall continue play more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally having some rest and slacking too. Gotta' complete homework though. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I never did seem to forget or complain about the homeworks I get, except for last year, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Since it was PSLE year. I did complain about the homeworks, but now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, I shall end off, with one quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I realised, out of all the stars above, you're the one shining brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hmm, so that's it. Bye aliens.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8464271895480798532?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8464271895480798532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8464271895480798532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8464271895480798532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-moon.html' title='New Moon.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5053746173460677730</id><published>2009-07-10T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:58:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I won't even start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy 3rd month, Emmeline twinny. I love you bah. The cutest bandmate/twinny ever had mans. Smile more and I'll always make you laugh. LOL. :D ILY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from hiatus mode.&lt;br /&gt;Wee. HAHA, sorry for not posting the day before this and bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy explain, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, Wednesday, we had practice, for rehearsal @ SP. Gee, it was pretty tiring, but could pull it off since I was pretty much hyper that day. Then, we got so called 'nagged' by Mr Leong then we went off @ 6pm? I think, I totally forgot. After that tired-ness. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. After that, went home, use comp, slept.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The next day, for band. Uh, before that, if I'm not wrong, I was sleeping for about 30 mins, @ English period, cuz' WinLei and me did the compre finish give relief teacher, then we slept. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt bear. :/ Tired man. HAHA. Then had band, then played Forward March. :) Hmmph, pretty cool. Just got lost in the mid. More practice.&lt;br /&gt;Then had practice for singing the Jap piece and left home @ around 5? &amp;amp; Got teased by some malay seniors? -.-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today, the final day. HAHA, it was cool uh. Though English I got pissed off by that Mrs YEO?&lt;br /&gt;-.- Bloody annoying sial. I talk to WL abit, she must ask us stand? WTF lah.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better to do man. History &amp;amp; English sure damn jia lat cans. Coz' she teach us both.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man. I mean like serious. I can't believe it. It's like I'll flunk it either way because I can't study or I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the teacher. I think it's the second one. Well, wanted to sleep the whole of English Period which I did, for about 15 mins, then 20 mins, haha. Kept breaking the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then manage to sleep but okay uh. After that InoSci. :) Made water baby, the enzyme and such.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn cool. HAHA, that kept me awake the whole day. Well, after that, skipskip.&lt;br /&gt;Then left school @ 11:45AM, then got home. Slacked at comp, decided not to blog about anything coz wanted to keep it a suspense till' the whole thing. After that, I reached school @ about 3.&lt;br /&gt;Then met Seri outside school, bla bla changed and band was pretty kiosk. Then we had this thing were Feroze &amp;amp; Raiyan, they kept saying dont have to take temp. But I kep asking if must anot.&lt;br /&gt;Then they were like, aiya, just fake lah. So I went kay. I go say 37.0. HAHA, cher ask so high? I say, no lah where got. :P HAHA. Raiyan was like tsk, haha.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. After that reached there, we were excited. BLAH. Skip. Then JiaHui was argueing with me about the small Samuel, Mdm Tan's small son. EE, so cute. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then sang, was nervous, but got over it ASAP. Had loads of fun actually. But dropped the stand about 2 times? -.- I carry 3 files + 3 stands. Not easy. And Seri keep making me LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh until like mad woman can? Haha, I found a new friend. NOELLE &amp;amp; I forgot the other :) HAHA. She's ultra hyper and damn nice. Cute girl man. She's adorable. I shall search for her msn.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after that Charlton keep saying he's Ji Hoo from F4, which he doesn't even represent him lahs, okay. -.- OK. Then I got home, fast and safe thanks to Denise. Her mum is so damn nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay, I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye peepos.&lt;br /&gt;Hope those who went for aesthetics night, hope you liked Band best. HAHA. We rocked man. \m/&lt;br /&gt;Good night, god bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5053746173460677730?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5053746173460677730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-i-wont-even-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5053746173460677730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5053746173460677730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-i-wont-even-start.html' title='No, I won&apos;t even start.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8148058850649870328</id><published>2009-07-08T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:02:23.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He could be the one.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;So, these few days, shall be going HIATUS/AWAY/MIA. Whatever you call it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I am, alright.&lt;br /&gt; Tired &amp;amp; Tired. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Will update on Fri/Sat onwards.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;NISHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8148058850649870328?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8148058850649870328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-could-be-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8148058850649870328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8148058850649870328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-could-be-one.html' title='He could be the one.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7091659736665485921</id><published>2009-07-07T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:59:14.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping things short.</title><content type='html'>I shall keep things short.&lt;br /&gt;- School was okay, I didn't talk so much, since trying to keep my volume down.&lt;br /&gt;- Recess, slacked. Laughed alot on the way to class, and @ class too.&lt;br /&gt;- Read New Moon by Crystal, and reached page 50. Gotta' read more.&lt;br /&gt;- Had band, to practice singing. &amp;amp; It was pretty paiseh, because of the conversation between Faris, at bandroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Faris: Eh guys. Must sing propely, this year, Mdm Lim last year see us for Aesthetics Night you know..&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.o Who's Mdm Lim? (room super quiet).&lt;br /&gt;Faris: THE PRINCIPAL LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Others: HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.o OH! &gt;.&lt;&gt;- It's quite uhm, paiseh like I said before, haha. Didn't expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After band, it rained so bad.&lt;br /&gt;- Then Eunice gave me pocky because she couldn't eat already, she need go band. So I ate. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Seri, Me, Denise &amp;amp; Illya ran to 32 bus-stop and it was hilarious. Seri ran first, I ran second followed by Denise and Illya.&lt;br /&gt;- When I was running behind Seri, I saw her running, so cute. HAHAHAHA. I kept on laughing, stomach pain. So took, 32&gt; 100. &gt;:) Got drenced and New Moon book a little, wet. -.- SORRY CRYSTAL.&lt;br /&gt;- Then got home, showered, talked to Amanda. Then now, blogging + msn-ing with Ian. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've realised, tomorrow, theres Band Rehearsal. Thursday, Band Practice, Friday, Aesthetics Night. -.- A continous practice of Band. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;- So, I wanna work on Maths homework, then pack, get ready Band stuff for tomorrow, then get some rest. :)&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7091659736665485921?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7091659736665485921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-things-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7091659736665485921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7091659736665485921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeping-things-short.html' title='Keeping things short.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7478769258507501950</id><published>2009-07-06T16:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:51:22.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge a book by looking at its cover.</title><content type='html'>I had loads of fun today with a few peeps.&lt;div&gt;Iqah, Hilda, Andy &amp;amp; Siti. :D / &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up about 9:05 AM in the morning, then got ready, called the SMRT people, and realised I need some form to actually sign up, and change my ez-link. -.- Need ask from office tomorrow, grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, then I and Iqah left house, wanted to meet at library at 11AM +. Then she smsed me saying that Andy was there. I was like, 'o.o" Whatt?' HAHA. Andy was hilarious lah, + Hilda somemore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fight and fight. Teeheee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped Iqah with her filing, then, Andy and Hilda did their project with my laptop first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about @ 1, Hilda left to meet her guy, haha. :D Then, left me, Andy and Iqah. Since we were done with our work, Andy wanted to use friendster, while Iqah wanted to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the end, we webcamed! &lt;3.&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmph, after that, then we waited for Siti, she came and we left to Mac. Andy &amp;amp; Iqah were like fighting on their way there lah! HAHA. :D Adorable people. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that ate, then left to library again, me and siti did our project, while Iqah took her book, then left. :( Aww. Okay, nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siti and I did our project from about 2, to 4. After that left the library, and now @ home-sweet-home. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I never did upload photos in my blog, I shall do it now, teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mind the quality, it sucks, cos took with with my laptop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SlG4_7vVS9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ve9haqDNuMc/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355264840427719634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SlG5LsixlQI/AAAAAAAAARE/r6BA4cozBis/s320/Picture+002.jpg" bor="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SlG5ngyN7zI/AAAAAAAAARU/Gs8vIJ47_4g/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355265520386830130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SlG5vySFoGI/AAAAAAAAARc/RoktwzRA2UI/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355265662522859618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SlG6O5AdeQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/K-B71aqDmsY/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355266196903917826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SlG6F9ZymSI/AAAAAAAAARs/gAsncFTzVXg/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355266043465079074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I know! Andy looked prettty retarded up there. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did I. :B HAHA, Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were having fun fiddling with the pictures, so yeah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward for more trips Unni! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEEHEE. She had fun, obviously, same as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy is super retard + he was sick minded. -.- GAHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. Tomorrow school is comin' up, and Iqah's files are done. Homework left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine both done, left with packing of bag. AH, I'll do that later. I'm tired with all that laughter, rain and mac. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's it people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 more days, twinny. Weee. ~ Awesomeness. Can't wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nisha.&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/1049790903615348417-7478769258507501950?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7478769258507501950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-judge-book-by-looking-at-its-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7478769258507501950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7478769258507501950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-judge-book-by-looking-at-its-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t judge a book by looking at its cover.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SlG4_7vVS9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ve9haqDNuMc/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8734656664008532894</id><published>2009-07-05T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:25:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post. (:</title><content type='html'>Woots, time flies and its already my 100th post.&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Since it's my 100th post, I'll use it wisely by talking about something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since we, from 6A, left and went our seperate ways .. We all change to be different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I miss each and everyone of us, every second of my life, because everyone should have realised, that secondary school is &lt;b&gt;wayyyy tooo suckishhhh&lt;/b&gt; for us, than our primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what can we do, we can't seem to change time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everyone of us. Meiko, Eunice, ZhiQi, Jolene, Wardina&amp;amp;Waslina, Noriko, Ishriadi, Chuen Chern, Darrell, Brendon &amp;amp; Royston. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hais, it's terrible to know that how awesome you guys were and now, we're in different roads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'( I really, dont know how to put it. But no worries, we'll be having a mass-meetup/outing together as a class one day. And information will be put up at the class blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no worries, I hope I can contact the rest thought! :o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I miss 6As, and I really do. 6A rock on, because, 111 suck to the bloody core man. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not ashamed or guilty to say so yeah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALRIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to make up my mind on what to write. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm slacking doing nothing. Just twitter-ing, Facebook-ing, Listening to music and yes, MSN. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-" How boring can life get. LOL. I did study today, I go through lead work Mr Lai gave on Diffusion and Osmosis. :) It wasn't as hard as it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you gotta know is Osmosis is only water, then diffusion is water and other substances. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN, I memorize pretty fast, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay uh. I think I shall get going now, I'm getting sick of blogging now a days. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, hahaha. :D OKAY, I better get going, go read something or watch something oh wait. I'm excited to get the new moon crystal is gonna lend me. WEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna read it before I catch the movie on Nov. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow Siti &amp;amp; I and are heading to the library, then I'm off to tiong, to change my ez-link. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Nothing else actually, (: So, yep. I shall get going now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 more days, till me and emmeline twinny, 3rd month. WOOTS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NISHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8734656664008532894?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8734656664008532894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8734656664008532894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8734656664008532894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/100th-post.html' title='100th post. (:'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3962084330993765409</id><published>2009-07-05T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:22:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things that remember me of you.</title><content type='html'>Okay, good afternoon, its 12PM now, and i'm trying my best to so called, 'not sound' moody even though, I am. Hais, yesterday, I found a packet of tissue, that strangely reminded me of him.&lt;br /&gt;Why did, such things had to happen .. Alright, nevermind. -move on.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I watched Okto, cos my brother used the computer, he wanted to use the computer for the whole day, but too bad, he didnt, haha. :D No one in the family can beat the record of me using the computer, I always have something to do on the computer, I'm a busy busy girl. ^^\/&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then I watched power rangers? -.- diao. HAHAHA. Not really a kid show, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I watched the end, they had to fight the warriors and it reminded me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to be a ninja&lt;/span&gt; by nigahiga. Cuz, Bob, from the vid, said you were suppose to make unnecessary noise, and the power rangers, they were making stupid noises like.&lt;br /&gt;' HAIIIIYAAAAAAA! ', 'WAHHHHHHHHHHH!!' -.- I got no idea why they did it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, hmm. Then watched sketch, -.- I was bored, didn't bother watching Ubin Boy because I was listening to my ipod, :/ Then got a lil' moody. Bro came into the room saying, ' Eh, go use the computer. ' Iwas like, 'o.o? Oh OKAY! :D' HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to quickly blog, just so, later if he changes his mind, then I don't get to blog, -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, uhm. I fell in love with the song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday, by leona lewis.&lt;/span&gt; It just, purely describes what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the broken dreams, take everything. Just take it away, but you can never have yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Uhm, I shall get going now. Hope I'll smile more. :)&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3962084330993765409?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3962084330993765409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-things-that-remember-me-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3962084330993765409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3962084330993765409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-things-that-remember-me-of-you.html' title='The little things that remember me of you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7979201330345149331</id><published>2009-07-04T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:00:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a fool who fell for your words.</title><content type='html'>I'm back, with a new skin although I'm not realllyyyy happy with it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to admit. Twitter seem to be the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; thing now! :-)&lt;br /&gt;I find it really cool, unlike Plurk where you gotta keep plurking everyday every minute just so your karma to go up. It's poor evil to torture someone like that! HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I'm also super sorry because I can't seem to control my habit of changing my blogskin constantly. :/ I don't wish to, but hahaha. What the heck? :)&lt;br /&gt;I found a vid of Canon In D with Guitar, + I tell you this. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wickedly awesome.&lt;/span&gt; By funtwo, I believe. :D Go check him out on Youtube. A major rocker whom I fell in love with ahhaahah. Guitar playing skils are like wicked yet rockin good !&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph, thanks to me, many have started to like twitter, thanks to me man. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the bomb, and yes, I spend my whole day slacking at the computer, how awesome can that get? It gets really annoying actually, my brother, he teases me by tickling me, and saying, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tweek&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;Its simillar to tweet, like twitter, haha but. Tweek is the Southpark Character who is quite funny in his expressions! ^^ But seriously, the whole tweek thing that my brother kept annoying about, gave me the idea to start my very own twitter account, yay!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Thank you everyone for the tags on my tagboard, and yes, I'm going to delete all the messages and you guys can start tagging again. I dont' seem to like it when my tagboard gets all messy and crowded. :(&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, random quote, I LOVE OREO. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I haven't been eating them all day, just for breakfast, with milk.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, that reminds me I shall go get some ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT. TSK! Nisha! You said you wanna lose some weight, go on like this, and you'll gain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more.&lt;/span&gt; Uh-oh. Nono. I should just eat maybe 2 scoops? Uh .. 3 scoops? No wait, nevermind 3 and a 1/2 scoops! :D&lt;br /&gt;Get calories on aye? No problemo. I might go running about 30 stories + 20 rounds of jog around the neigbourhood? ;) Who knows, maybe I might tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta' stay fit and strong you know, so yeah, hahaha. Gotta prepare for napha too.&lt;br /&gt;God bless, I gtg get ice-cream! :P&lt;br /&gt;teehee*&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7979201330345149331?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7979201330345149331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-fool-who-fell-for-your-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7979201330345149331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7979201330345149331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-fool-who-fell-for-your-words.html' title='I&apos;m a fool who fell for your words.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3250111698349998743</id><published>2009-07-04T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:09:26.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises broken.</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, I think I've turned to be goth. :o&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I use to call myself the goth, meiko the emo, siti the punk when we were about 11 I guess haha. But I now really am the goth. HAHA, oh well. :) I seem to have this 'thing' towards rock/metal songs now a days. Anything with loud guitars, massive songs, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome lyrics&lt;/span&gt;, they get into my head in less than 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyway. Today was boring actually I got nothing to do. I feel like goin' outt! ):&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm stuck to TWITTER now. It rocks man. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I was away watching videos just nw, and I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Practically I think I should spend my day today like head down to the library? ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then, can do some revision or somethin. I mean, I don't know. I don't have my ez-link card with me anyway, it's out of money. :( So I need coins in that case.&lt;br /&gt;GAH. I just wanna head down and have fun with my BFF. :(&lt;br /&gt;ZQ. I MISS YOU LAH OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;:/ Damn, I feel like crying. I miss my old times &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much.&lt;/span&gt; I've turned out to be someone whom I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I shall go off now.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3250111698349998743?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3250111698349998743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/promises-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3250111698349998743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3250111698349998743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/promises-broken.html' title='Promises broken.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3716925939120735931</id><published>2009-07-03T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:17:05.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:mistral;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Dearest love,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that love would be a such a bittersweet experience till I met you.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we didn't really long, I've learnt so much from you from good to bad.&lt;br /&gt;I know, somewhere, somehow, our love is there, but we just ought to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;For now, you've learnt to put it aside, and I should also, learn how to.&lt;br /&gt;I can't guarantee you, that our lives will change without each other side by side.&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow, it will. I hope everything is going to be changing only for the best, because deep down withing both our heart, minds and soul, you know that we still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need words for you to explain your love towards me, because I understand by how you look at me, boy.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's time for me to move on and let things flow the way it's meant to be, but sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to forget you. I will, but it would take a really long time, for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;But, still. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely confess my true love towards you, just one day.&lt;br /&gt;I will, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;nisha.&lt;br /&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/1049790903615348417-3716925939120735931?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3716925939120735931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3716925939120735931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3716925939120735931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7845761328879556063</id><published>2009-07-03T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:20:46.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told I'm over you, but that's just another a pretty lie.</title><content type='html'>I wanna go back to the 1st floor.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of WinLei &amp;amp; Su bragging and saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omg! KAI YANG SOOO CUTEEEEE RIGHT?!?!?!? Omgomgomg. I saw him walk!&lt;br /&gt;Then he look at me lehh!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-" GAH. I'm pissed off with that thing, H1N1, STOP. TRIPLEONE, MOVE! TO 1st floor, AGAIN. PLS. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Man, today was awesome, I think.&lt;br /&gt;:) Holiday homework have been completed. So no more homework. WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;Kekekeke*.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today had HomeEc, erm, Sewing? -.-" It's super hard can. :/ I dont really like it, but Ismail/Safid&amp;amp; Taqquidin were fooling around, haha. So yeah, it was alright. Then after that, was mothertongue reading, which I call it, Free Period. HAHAS. :D teehee, we basically make alot of noise, till Peiying, the prefect came to scold us. :) But we deserve it, except for me. I didn't make noise man. I sat there and did nothing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, during recess. It was awesomely fun. Not really, we played hide and seek or something, not literally, we were trying to hide someone from someone. HAHA, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we had Maths, blah. I did normal stuff, and after that, literature.&lt;br /&gt;All the usual mess and stupid stuff. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;After school, head down to the bookshop to photocopy my temperature log-card thing, thanks to Su. Because I lost mine, so I had to photocopy another. Saw Iqah&amp;amp;Izni too. :) After that, left to go to the library, till Ryu called me and said, that JiaHui was looking for me. Stupid Guixing, keep saying, 'Your lover callling you.' -.- Turtle sia he. LOL, after that walked back to school, tried looking for her, but impossible. So called her up, outside school, and she told me, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the singing for band, will still resume, miss yip say one, cos the school dont want change.&lt;/span&gt;' So I went, -.- GAH. I was happy I didn't have to sing, but oh well. -.- STUPID CAN. Keep changing minds. Hmm, after that, walked to the library took out my Maths, and worked on it. Well, it was my homework given by Ms Chen. :) I did it, cuz I wanted to, not because I really was bored. I wanted to finish it, so I get more sleep time, more computer time and less homework time. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I'm smartsmart ya. Okay, uh, after that, Xing Ann &amp;amp; Gibson came. That was when all the friggin fun came man. It was hilariously cute.&lt;br /&gt;Gibson was talking with me and Xing Ann about Devi when Xing Ann said. 'That time I need go holiday, ask cher to keep for me, she say cannot cos too many, about 12 like that ah. Then she go give to Devi sia. Walao, then she take 2. -.-" ' Then we asked can dont give mah, but he said cher is Indian also, then dunno what racist, what shit, hahah. Then, he say she take the 2 hamster, all die. HAHAHAHA. Worst he say, the one he take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute one lehhh!&lt;/span&gt; OMG LOL. I laugh like shit. Not really bad that one, plus he said. ' That time devi take my hamster kana tube and cancer all lehh. ' OMG HAHAHAHHHA. ROFL can. I think I almost cried. Hamsters get cancer due to Devi. LOL, funny hahaha. Okay, after that Kevin, Royston and his friend came along. Then I finished my Maths, they left to tiong, I left to go home. + thanks kevin, for asking me to cheerup! (; appreciate it, ya.&lt;br /&gt;HMMM. I wanna go do other stuff now, just now had oreo + milk, which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, bye for now, might update later on.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7845761328879556063?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7845761328879556063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-told-im-over-you-but-thats-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7845761328879556063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7845761328879556063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-told-im-over-you-but-thats-just.html' title='I told I&apos;m over you, but that&apos;s just another a pretty lie.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7916867918667251727</id><published>2009-07-02T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:36:55.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want nobody but you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;School was fine today.&lt;br /&gt;Mother tongue was boring, I almost slept, LOL. :D Well, after that, was PE. :) We ran for 6 rounds, as usual, Bryantan got 1st. Not new, peeps. We took the height and weight, and I bragged on how I got fat, LOL. -.- Crystal said she was offended when I said,'No offense.' ! GAH.&lt;br /&gt;After PE, we had reflection period and I was reading my readers digest and a teenage mag, thanks to Chervy. Not both at the same time though, haha. Well, then I realised that the relief teacher who was taking us, looked exactly like one of the actor in Boys Over Flower. DANG, it was so damn weird, but awesomely cool. \m/ Hmmph, after recess, uhm, we had Maths. Which was really awesome for me, haha I loved it man. :) Who wouldn't like rulers and drawings, than normal basic, boring ol' algebra, and numbers. Graphs and Charts are awesome you know! ^.^ Hmm, after Maths, had InoSci. :-) It was cool man, played around with Enzyme, with AppleJuice. Mr Lim seems pretty nice. &amp;amp; then we played a game of exchanging names. Trust me, not easy man. Everyone changed their name, like Woei Feng, changed his name to Devi. HAHAHAHA. That was given by WinLei. :P Adorable kids, teehee. :) Then after that, had Bio. Learnt Diffusion and Osmosis. Didn't sleep like last lesson, because of someone who kept me strong. I think (insert name here) is really the one whom I need to be right with me, to get going on. But who knows, that might never happen, aww. Well, after that was uhm, Band. And surprisingly, it ended pretty fast. BryanWong, you actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoiled my mood man.&lt;/span&gt; I don't wish to say about what or about anything, but you did kay. I'm not gonna brag again. (: So, yeah. Then got home, ate oreos. Then after that, now, I'm eating Ice-cream with chocolate chips and macadamia. DAMN. No wonder I'm getting fat. -.- But I never get to eat chocolate, I only can eat yougurt/ice-cream. ): The last time I ate ice-cream was that time when I had extractions. Other than that, I didn't eat already.&lt;br /&gt;So, yep, it's yummy. :D&lt;br /&gt;I changed blogskin, I prefered this one, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep. No bitches/bastard will be mentioned already. The bitch might know who she is, but I apologise, alright. :-)&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7916867918667251727?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7916867918667251727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-nobody-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7916867918667251727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7916867918667251727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-nobody-but-you.html' title='I want nobody but you.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5672847206273141517</id><published>2009-07-01T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:59:40.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, who is looking at someone, else dont you know how I felt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fuck, i'm tired and sick of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I cried the whole day, alright. This little sober, cried the whole time in class, recess and in class.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know. It's stupid. Let me explain this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want anyone to ask me why or anything, why I cried.&lt;/span&gt; If I wanna cry it's my business. Unless I tell you myself, then that's different. Other than that, I don't wish to.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were really red today at class. All I did was cry, trying to hold back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was worst. I had to avoid many people as I could, and I did, Esther, Iqah. :'( I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Iqah especially. I lied to her saying I was fine, but yes. I was gonna' cry. I just didn't want others to see me.&lt;br /&gt;It's different to be able to know this. No one will get it, however, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to cry more tomorrow with no ones disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;///////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I demand to know, what's with you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak up to you, because I have no strength.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you like this, I wonder was this really the boy whom I first met and loved truly.&lt;br /&gt;I think as the time passes by, you start to change.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, how and for what. But, all I know, you're not you.&lt;br /&gt;You're hiding something, and that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever know, how much it hurts to even see you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad, because it brings back the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you just learn to talk to me about how you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;But you can speak all the nonsense in the class, whywhy.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my trust love and heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm standing on the street, with empty hands.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing with me, and I'm depending on you.&lt;br /&gt;You will never understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I know, you will never know how is it like, when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; some other girl, and then look at me like you did nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling ya, that you ain't leaving without returning my love, hurt and my trust towards you till the day I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't worth it crying for you. But it will pay off in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5672847206273141517?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5672847206273141517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-who-is-looking-at-someone-else-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5672847206273141517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5672847206273141517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-who-is-looking-at-someone-else-dont.html' title='You, who is looking at someone, else dont you know how I felt?'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1738439045206581742</id><published>2009-06-30T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:42:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand by me even when I don't know love yet.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back, after a pretty long day.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as bad as yesterday. I only said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not as bad.&lt;/span&gt; That doesn't mean it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;It was, but music made me happier while that 'Smile :)' Note written on my wrist motivated me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my personal motivator, it's cool.  Well, I'm tired. I seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;. Mum bought me new shoes today, wee. Haha, not only that, before that.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jolene Goh! Awwws. I miss her so much. ): I was at Clementi MRT, when I sms-ed Jolene, trying to slack with her, knowing she'd be at Clementi. :P HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be, she was, at Pizzahut with Lindsay. (: Awesome, so I waited for awhile, and she told me to go eat at Mac and she would come meet me later. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Then, uh. We went to Big Bookshop, and it was quite funny, haha. :P I miss the old' days with my dearest little sister.&lt;br /&gt;School, to be honest. It ain't that fun either. Except for the fact that they pulled a prank on Bryan, not wong, haha. The other one, by taking away his chair. They almost made my blow up and laugh. But I didn't, and as soon as I was expecting him to fall, he didn't. -.-&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. Alright, nevermind. I shall get going now, I'm tired and English Homework is still not done. :( Oh Yes! I've recieved the Class Photo. And he looked like a bastard, I looked like a retard, and soandso looked fucking funny. No names to be mentioned. :P HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think I'd just order the formal and informal. The informal is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more worth it though. Seeing the formal one, just reminds me of Marching. Looks so strict can. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So, yeap, I think I'll go with the one which is informal, haha. Some smiles being shown, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; seriously looked fucking funny, and it's not BryanTan. :P Although he did look a little hilarious. Mind me, not a little, extremely. HAHAHAHA. Alright, enough.&lt;br /&gt;I shall get going now then.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1738439045206581742?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1738439045206581742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/stand-by-me-even-when-i-dont-know-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1738439045206581742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1738439045206581742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/stand-by-me-even-when-i-dont-know-love.html' title='Stand by me even when I don&apos;t know love yet.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5510021870793510222</id><published>2009-06-29T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:43:56.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent Heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You set me up and that was my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;And all I got was permanent heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Damaged beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;I was, I was much better off.&lt;br /&gt;Before I met you.&lt;br /&gt;And your with him.&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off that your A-Okay.&lt;br /&gt;And all that I've got is permanent heartbreak.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Friday Night Boys - Permanent Heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That song is one killer song. I'm in love with it, the chorus to be exact. (:&lt;br /&gt;It explains exactly how I feel now. I tell you, I'm starting to like this band, haha.&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me that a bitch is okay, with it. And I should have known that it was gonna be a he was gonna be a &lt;b&gt;permanent heartbreak&lt;/b&gt;. Oh well. I like the part of the song which said, &lt;span&gt;Can you see me in the ICU? Do you even care, I'm dying? HAHA. Truemuch? Bitches remain bitches.&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't changing my mind. Tomorrow I will cry and I know that.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somewhat, something tells me something is about to change. For good or for bad. I don't know, but something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; change. :) Let's just pray I wouldn't break down like I did last time. :/&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible. Even Sa'id that dude, who has atleast some brains and even a little heart for others. Unlike such horrible bitches ya know. They don't seem to put their heart and mind for others. Tsktsk. :( I don't know how they are gonna make in life, most probably, she wont ya.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5510021870793510222?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5510021870793510222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/permanent-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5510021870793510222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5510021870793510222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/permanent-heartbreak.html' title='Permanent Heartbreak.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5224510606186796931</id><published>2009-06-29T15:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:57:25.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't say you're sorry, cuz you've done it again &amp; you wont stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried neither would a million tears, I know because I've cried.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I'm back from school.&lt;br /&gt;No one has to know how it went, because I was at a breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;It was like I was being thrown around in a box.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, from the way I'm starting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my first-day-of-school, sucked. Well, you got it right.&lt;br /&gt;It absolutely sucked. &amp;amp; I didn't have mood for any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bullshit or craps&lt;/span&gt;. Although I was being forced to fake a smile for atleast my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these, when I wished just like JanDi's relationship with JiHoo, I wished I had my guardian angel who would be there to help me when I'm about to fall.&lt;br /&gt;And it ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha is back to her old-self.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to cry to myself why is my heart being torned like this.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, Nisha. Go ahead, go and cry. No one is gonna' stop you.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I'm sick and tired of my life to be exact, tears and pointless pain being stucked in my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. I will try atleast survive for my sec 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;I still have 3/4 more years to go and I know it'll change, for the better I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm missing you, but i don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying inside for you, but i don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still loving you, and i'm trying, but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just can't seem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tears I shall shed due to the weakness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5224510606186796931?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5224510606186796931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-say-youre-sorry-cuz-youve-done-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5224510606186796931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5224510606186796931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-say-youre-sorry-cuz-youve-done-it.html' title='Don&apos;t say you&apos;re sorry, cuz you&apos;ve done it again &amp; you wont stop.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2177495048340689048</id><published>2009-06-28T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:37:23.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest memories brought back from the past.</title><content type='html'>Edited @ 3:34PM.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I told you guys I would post up pics, but I realised, I don't seem to have any to post up. But, I mugged that day, and took a pic of it, haha. Hope you guys will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SkcdQBc6aBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/R5-f9v9_BpU/s320/Photo+1035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352278843257939986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a buffer, haha. I need a buffer to motivate me, after I've done about 5 questions, then buff and buff. Teehee. Haha, + That BOF Poster, keep me more motivating, Kim Hyun's smile is a diefor. HAHA. Hmmph, that's it. (: Haha, only one picture when I was doing my homework. And now, it's lying alone. Which reminds me, I need money to buy files! YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Man, today has been a bore.&lt;br /&gt;The time is ticking like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real fast&lt;/span&gt; today. Which sucks, you know.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school, and it's gonna start in like about, 16 hours. T_T&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. 16 hours, will fly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really fast&lt;/span&gt;. OH GOD. I hate ittttt.&lt;br /&gt;GAH, okay better stop complaining, and I didn't even do anything in my to do list. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I shall go pack my bag right away, and then, I'll cancel off the stuff in my to do list, wee.&lt;br /&gt;I've taught Iqah how to manage her time. Have fun and do your things at the same time. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I slept at 2am yesterday, couldn't last longer. I got really tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should get going now, do my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;NISHA, FIGHTING. ~ Oh yes, before I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know it's gonna be a tough day tomorrow. I don't have to go to school to realize that.&lt;br /&gt;I can really say what's gonna happen anyway. But whatever good or bad, happens.&lt;br /&gt;All, I'm praying is that, god will give me enough strength to hold back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Although I act strong, I'm not. Yes, I'm weak, but it's only up to what I have to face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying and wishing every second in my life, that tomorrow will go just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I have to face and see all the people I don't wish to or want to see in my life, but I'll have to. Nothing is gonna' stop the time from moving, so.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just pray, things go good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm done. I shall get going, go do my stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye-Bye.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2177495048340689048?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2177495048340689048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweetest-memories-brought-back-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2177495048340689048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2177495048340689048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweetest-memories-brought-back-from.html' title='Sweetest memories brought back from the past.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SkcdQBc6aBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/R5-f9v9_BpU/s72-c/Photo+1035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8745551755257868474</id><published>2009-06-27T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:54:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal the world, make it a better place.</title><content type='html'>Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;I've completed all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my homework, teehee. :P&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to complete it all, although, I have a feeling that Mr Lai ain't gonna like it.&lt;br /&gt;My drawing wasn't good. My words, I don't know. If he likes it, then I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not, he likes it. As long as I pass for this  bio project, then I'm safe. Something tells me I might get a just-pass. Haha, okay just gotta' stop worrying what I'm gonna' get, just satisfied everything is done and over with. Now all I'm left to do with, is organize my whole room again, and pack my stuff, yes. A day earlier, but who cares. It's never too early to get organized right.&lt;br /&gt;Pack my stuff, make sure my shoes are clean. -.- I haven't washed them yet, since I've been going to band, in-and-out over the holidays. So, must add organize room, remove all unnecessary paper(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;) found in my room. -.- Clean shoes, pack bag, make sure I have all the stuff I need in my pencil case, and buy a new file. SHOOT. A new file! &gt;.&lt; I don't get my 'sleeplate-wakeup late' basis anymore too. Hais, I guess all good things will eventually come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear, if my classmates change to be better. I'd be freaking out. If they changed to be worst, oh wait. They are already worst, I'm sure there's no worser, or anything. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I dont wanna see 3 bitches and 2 bastards in my class/school. But I have to. It's damn irritating can. :(&lt;br /&gt;But atleastttttttttttttttt, I can see twinny again. WEEE. ~ &amp;amp; Iqah too. :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss them, haha. Awesome people. Althought Emm calls me pig. :( HAHA. Golly, also, must add lose weight. HAHA, I'm fat lah. -.- Okay, nvm, I shall update my stuff in blog, and get going to do my daily stuff. Check out youtube, plurk, facebook, blogs, bla bla. Anything boring. Then in the afternoon later on, start packing stuff. Chop-chop! Oh yeah, I'll post up a few pics, on Sunday. Since it would be the last day of school, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8745551755257868474?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8745551755257868474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/heal-world-make-it-better-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8745551755257868474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8745551755257868474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/heal-world-make-it-better-place.html' title='Heal the world, make it a better place.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7394460643542844505</id><published>2009-06-26T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:29:55.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn those sweet memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Defination of the * symbol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Twitter like, 'iie lurbbs euuczxc cansxzczx?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That sorta foolish, words, I'd say. Not the twitter, where you write your daily stuff at, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, and I've been like super in love with How Do You Sleep. Gah, someone stop me, pls. ):&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okays. Lol. I've been in love with that song for the past 2 days. I like the lyrics&amp;amp;beat.&lt;br /&gt;Woots. I found the other common interest between me and my brother, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised, how much twitters* sucks. It will take me about 2 years, to twitter* about 1 paragraph. HAHA. :/ I saw my P4 Photo, P6 photo. &amp;amp; saw a huge diff.&lt;br /&gt;And now I see my sec 1 face, like much more different, -.- That explains why my P4 Malay Tutor, doesn't recognizes me with Braces &amp;amp; Spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;But I think braces are cool. It's all for the good now, after I take it out, it would be me, having those pretty teeth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*grins wide.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm. I've been pretty much tired, because I slack too much. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Eat, slack. Eat, slack. No wonder I'm getting fat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I shall work more. That reminds me, get back to my bio project. Damn, I need a printer. :(&lt;br /&gt;HOW. :/ Okay, I shall, find a way to draw or somethin'. I need the color cartridge for my printer to print that damn thing out! &gt;:( GRR.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;excited for school, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to see others.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I can see my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;. I'm looking forward! :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. ' School is starting tomorrow. ' That phrase is gonna' appear pretty soon, in my blog. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright, I guess I need to make up my mind. DO MY PROJECT like RIGHT NOW, PLS.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't do it, my mind damn stress, haha. It sucks to be depressed on a holiday, who would wanna anyway. -changes to the song, empty by click five.&lt;br /&gt;I like that song, nice lyrics. Gets me going. So I shall get going, do my project now.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha's self note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOUR PROJECT, AND GET IT DONE TODAY. I DO NOT CARE, WHAT YOU WRITE, BUT YOU BETTER GET IT DONE BY TODAY. RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lol, don't you think I'm pushing too hard on myself? Well, that's good. Then I'll do it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;If not I'll drag time, Nisha doesn't seem to realize how precious the time is. So, do it ah.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; not over the fact that Michael Jackson, is ... gone. :'(&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7394460643542844505?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7394460643542844505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-those-sweet-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7394460643542844505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7394460643542844505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-those-sweet-memories.html' title='Damn those sweet memories.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6646766808471454750</id><published>2009-06-26T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:00:09.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew that things we loved would have left us so early?</title><content type='html'>Edited @ 4PM.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, haha, I've changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. The previous blogskin was really nice, and simple.&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it too depressing or something, plus the tagboard thing, was way too troublesome for me. :/ So, I guess I'll do the old way, reply tags, at your blog then.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;OH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;1st, MICHAEL JACKSON, The King Of Pop, recently, left us.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, I'VE GROWN FATTER!!!! OMG. T_T&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the second one first?&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, before the start of holiday, I was 34-36kg.&lt;br /&gt;Just recently when I took my weight.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41 KG.&lt;/span&gt; Holly crap. I've put on weight, like about 4-5kg?! DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;I've been complaining about it to my mum, the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;41, is, nonsense. I shall, keep back to my 30 something, kg life, again, when school starts. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, not complaining here.  But anywho. Yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;1st, Michael Jackson, just died, yesterday, on the 25th of June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;): Man, I miss him. He's awesomely, talented lah. :( GAH.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss him, he made history, you know. The fans will definitely support you, Michael.&lt;br /&gt;Rest-In-Peace, and my the god bless you.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm tired, as usual. Gotta' work on my project! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I shall get going now, I miss MICHAELJACKSON, and START GOING ON DIET NISHA! ):&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6646766808471454750?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6646766808471454750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knew-that-things-we-loved-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6646766808471454750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6646766808471454750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-knew-that-things-we-loved-would.html' title='Who knew that things we loved would have left us so early?'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4418674301022019913</id><published>2009-06-25T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:00:22.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz, now.</title><content type='html'>Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Take a piece of paper, and a pen and write these things.&lt;br /&gt;1) Your name.&lt;br /&gt;2) Your blog URL.&lt;br /&gt;3) Your 3 favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;4) Your current school.&lt;br /&gt;5) Your CCA in that school.&lt;br /&gt;Then, tag 5 people, writing their names at the piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SkOe2VjftzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/p3NUQLlB7uo/s1600-h/self-note+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SkOe2VjftzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/p3NUQLlB7uo/s320/self-note+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351295438582429490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that annoyingly, ugly handwriting, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(: The people who are tagged, don't really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; do it on the paper, but if you did, it would be more fun, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4418674301022019913?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4418674301022019913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiz-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4418674301022019913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4418674301022019913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiz-now.html' title='Quiz, now.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SkOe2VjftzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/p3NUQLlB7uo/s72-c/self-note+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7284637505105682498</id><published>2009-06-25T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:23:55.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's love that hurts.</title><content type='html'>By others I so hate saying it, but i really, have given up, being happy for others. I know, it sounds so called, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt; at the current moment, but I wanna be who I am, and I'm the one who just enjoys being alone, and enjoying the silence and peace for once.&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; just don't seem to wanna follow such simple instructions. So, I'll make it possible for you to know, that I just want to be alone, to do things the way I want. I do have friends who ditch me, talk behind my back,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; get easily jealous because of silly things&lt;/span&gt;, and i'm sick of that crap. If you know who you are, then know your facts right, and stop messing with my bloody life.&lt;br /&gt;My one and only ambition at my current age, is to be able to get into express. That's the only thing I need.&lt;br /&gt;For now, mugmugmug. Be prepared, Nisha. Start of July, no more of slacking. Get organised and moveeee moveeee moveeee.&lt;br /&gt;Getting into express, and doing what i gotta do, is my current plan &amp;amp; goal.&lt;br /&gt;god bless, hopefully i'll do what I have to do, despite all the pain, and distractions being caused.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;nisha, fighting!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7284637505105682498?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7284637505105682498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-love-that-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7284637505105682498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7284637505105682498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-love-that-hurts.html' title='it&apos;s love that hurts.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1439260848765777137</id><published>2009-06-25T13:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:26:04.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a little look at the life of miss always invisible.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm back. I'm currently eating hazelnut-filled chocolates. *grins widely.So anyway, I was at band, and sadly, I didn't play well with my clarinet today. ): Sad you know.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, uhm. I'm attached to KimHyunJoong &amp;amp; he's awesomely awesomely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cuteee&lt;/span&gt;. Oh please, uhm. Since mum took her leave off-today, I guess I better work on my bio project. I mean c'mon, how long will this holiday drag to. Besides, I admit, I do kinda, miss my friends. Well, some only. That sooo doesn't include my class, except that I only miss&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Crystal and Siti&lt;/span&gt; in tripleone. The others, nah. They're in my life or not, it wouldn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite tired uh, because my daily routine has been 'sleep-late, wake-up early'. So, yep, been seriously tired, but since today was last day for band. Great to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have Aesthetics Night rehearsals, on Wed. :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weeee&lt;/span&gt;. Except I hate that Mr Leong, he's trying to be so control everything that's gonna' happen. Oh please, gah. I only like it because I get to see my band-mates again, wee. Keep-me-alive-cca is band.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, National Day, have to march while playing Trumpet Voluntary, I think. Ms Yip didn't really told me, if we're gonna' march, but I soo hate marching and trumpet voluntery, okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;Just too fast that I go, 'o.o what?!' HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;I shall work on my Bb Scale up &amp;amp; down. -.-" I seem to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucker&lt;/span&gt; trying to reach the high C &amp;amp; B. :( Who cares lah, just do what I can. I love my seniors, the most. + Emmeline like seriously funny today, hahaha. :P The clarinet box, so damn many reeds lah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. Make me jealous ahh. :'( Haha, okays. Uh, I don't know what to do for the project, but hopefully, like all of the other last-minute-projects I've done in my life, I'll think of a retarded idea, then do it.&lt;br /&gt;Definately it'll turn out idiotically, but who the hell cares. Just do it lah. *grins widely again.Shall see more of KimHyun's pics, to motivate me. Nisha, fighting!~ :)&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I realised, everyone have been asking me about the school/class timetable. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I myself, dunno, and don't care. I'm just bothered about my homework, as long as I pass it up, no one scolds or nag at me, then I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, can't bother to 'not-pass-up' my one month, june, holiday homework, and then, get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scolded by teachers&lt;/span&gt; like some fool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good girl, + nerd. HAHA. We nerds, love doing our work-well-done.&lt;br /&gt;(Man, this girl, is a friggin organiser who is damn retarded.)&lt;br /&gt;Ahem!? Hello, we friggin organiser like the term, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well-disciplined&lt;/span&gt; people or, just an organiser would do okay.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I'm talking to myself, lame. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I shall, get going right now.&lt;br /&gt;4days, till school reopens and I'm gonna die, I tell you, I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;God bless ya.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1439260848765777137?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1439260848765777137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-little-look-at-life-of-miss-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1439260848765777137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1439260848765777137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-little-look-at-life-of-miss-always.html' title='Take a little look at the life of miss always invisible.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6193064408375146217</id><published>2009-06-24T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:27:20.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for me to spread my wings and fly.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from band, wee.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, suddenly, I've realised, actually my friendship-bond between seniors and other friends at band, has gotten better thanks for Band, during the holidays. Haha, it's cool you know.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't seriously realised it, but I finally found out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, pffft. I'm only left with my Maths &amp;amp; Bio Project. I shall chiong and do it, asap.&lt;br /&gt;I'll complete Maths by today. Start my Bio a later on? Then, I'll wait for a way to get my printer fixed, and then print and my project is done. But hellooo? It's never as easy as it seems. Who cares. Haha, hmm, I've changed the blogskin, because of some people, who don't get the words at the top were navigational to click on. They were like, 'You got not tagboard, how to tag?!' so, I had to change it to a normal blogskin. Hope it's easier for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Today, @ band, we had lots of fun, but sure, it was tiring. Good thing was I got my chance to see Daphne, Win Lei &amp;amp; Hans. Haha, they were there for the reahearsal too. It's really like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ultimate&lt;/span&gt; embarrassment, to walk up infront there and actually sing. :( Haha, the seniors keep asking us to sing. We're like, 'Hello? There are like only, 10 of us in a small group. How sing loud?'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of that Jap song, that we've been singing like for about the past 3/4 days. -.- Get it out of my head yeah! Haha, waiting for Aesthetic Night to really start, then we just sing, screw it, then we're done. Hahas, okay I'm joking. Uh, we'll do what we can. But c'mon. There's too many rehearsals you know. And we're like only the first item, and we, the recruits, only sing 4 lines, of sentence, repeatedly! That makes it 8. Which is seriously lame. We gotta' stay there for about like 3/4 hours. It's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; tiring. And with Mr Leong, shouting at us, to do this and that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Gah. :/ Tiring, but fun. Haha, I &amp;amp; Seri had to carry the instruments and stuff. OMG LAH. &amp;amp; It's the drum you know. It's huge and it's heavy. We're like small people carrying big stuff, hilarious uh, hahas. Hmm, after everything we had to stay at band room for awhile, to gather to brief us on what time to come tomorrow for practice.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually at 8:45AM. :) Haha, hmms. While waiting for everyone to settle, I was fidling with my rubiks. Then, Bao Yi was like, 'o.o' at me. Hahaha, it's scary but cool. She likes watching me fix it. So as I was fixing it, there was all this moving noises and when the room was quiet, like I was the only one making that noise? So everyone looked at me and I said. 'Akward.' Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bao Yi and Tasya were amazed. Teehee. ^^ Okay, nothing to be amazed about yeah, it's not that hard. Although it took me 2 years to figure it out, hahaha. I had to memorize alot of stuff, which was too, annoying. But now, I have. Cheers for me.&lt;br /&gt;Home-work. /&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't done it yet, awws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. I'm so dead if I don't. So, I shall get going, and motivate me more, with my husband's picture. I mean, Mr Kim Hyun Joong. :-) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*winks&lt;/span&gt; haha. Melidya, calls herself Mrs Kim. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Because she said KHJ, is her husband. Oh pls, they've already divorced, hahaha. He's mine now yeah! :P Alright, uh. I shall get going now. Motivate to study more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fighting! ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think that since the width of the post is much bigger, it's more cool when I post in pics/vids. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6193064408375146217?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6193064408375146217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time-for-me-to-spread-my-wings-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6193064408375146217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6193064408375146217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time-for-me-to-spread-my-wings-and.html' title='It&apos;s time for me to spread my wings and fly.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6298457077032033473</id><published>2009-06-23T19:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:27:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand by me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry for the previous post, being a little too vulgaritive.&lt;br /&gt;Read this, and you'll understand me, instead of asking me at MSN. (:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked myself, how many times am I suppose to be doing it over&amp;amp;over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at him standing right there, could make me fall down.&lt;br /&gt;How could it be.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was strong, is love just making me weak, or is it me.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer could see that smile on my face again.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I being so un-optimistic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was really able to wake up when I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, i've done it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I'm thinking about falling down, and staying there at the current moment.&lt;br /&gt;People whom I love will leave me, people whom I used to love, have also left me.&lt;br /&gt;The ones, whom I hate, are always surrounding my world and me.&lt;br /&gt;But why.&lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt you, to leave me alone for just once, and not hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't do it on purpose girl, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;definitely hurt me deep, way down deep.&lt;br /&gt;So how you feel now? Like you have all the friends you have and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with you now?&lt;br /&gt;You have all the love you want?&lt;br /&gt;Perfect life you got there alright, all for that, but in return, I'm being hurt both directly and indirectly because of you.&lt;br /&gt;Go on, being who are. I'm not stopping ya.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling you this, one day, wait. When the school re-opens.&lt;br /&gt;You're about to get a major slap on your face by me.&lt;br /&gt;How many times am I suppose to be the wall that protects you from getting hurt?&lt;br /&gt;But, you're letting others to hurt me and you hurting me yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too nice and you know that. Since that's what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;You'll get it. I tell you, you'll definitely regret doing what you did to me.&lt;br /&gt;No one messes with Nisha, and you have, congrats. You're the next victim in my list.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;And for Bryantan, that fool.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart, and then tore it apart.&lt;br /&gt;Use jealousy, to kill me bit by but huh.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't falling for it. Love has been a bitter experience for me, because of you.&lt;br /&gt;No one has hurt me the way you have, get it.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your damn future, although I know you won't make it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it has been hard for me to face so many things in life.&lt;br /&gt;But remember this. I'm the only one right for you.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose me, then there won't another girl for you.&lt;br /&gt;Show me that girl, who will encourage, show you support, be patient and most importantly, shine love to your life, and I'll do anything as you say.&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't find her, because I'm her.&lt;br /&gt;And you've lost me, you did. You didn't want me no matter how much I begged for you.&lt;br /&gt;When it's meant to be the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone reading this, remember.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to see a new Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;... i'm no longer me now.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6298457077032033473?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6298457077032033473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/stand-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6298457077032033473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6298457077032033473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand by me.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3505946707466066240</id><published>2009-06-22T17:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:33:24.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band, weets.</title><content type='html'>Alrights, I'm back from band. Haha, today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wayyyyyy fun!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahs. C:&lt;br /&gt;Urhh, went to band, and saw Ming Jie? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then I was standing in the line, behind him to take temperature. And he saw me. Since he has never really, heard me talk. Haha, he was trying to talk I think, but he just nod his head, and look at me. So I was like, 'Uh? *nods back.' Haha. :/ He thinks I'm very quiet, but I am at times. Only when I want to be quiet, I will. :) If there's no need, then no need lah. :P&lt;br /&gt;Alright, uh. Band, finally I had no trouble playing, except for the first part, a little screeching. Other than that, the low notes, were like '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no problem!&lt;/span&gt;' :D Cheers! ~&lt;br /&gt;Okays, uh. After Band, twinny and van pei me go to Mac! :) Was hungry? We all stomach cramp in the middle of band practice. -.- So, yeah. We ordered the Student Meal, then ate, haha. I order, then I ask for Curry sauce. Emmeline say, 'Oh I also! ^^' Haha, ADORABLE LAH. Haha, then the lady give barbeque sauce? -.-"I so good, I go ask the aunty for another, curry sauce, then I give to emm. Haha. :) Uh, we ate and ate. Then I realise me and twinny alot in common. -.-" We want go same poly!!! Haha. Hopefully we will, teeheee. Okays, uh.&lt;br /&gt;After Mac, we went to library. Then, we slacked there for about an hour? zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gossiped&amp;amp;gossiped&amp;amp;gossiped! &lt;/span&gt;Well, about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. :P Make me sound evil, but we're girls, we gossip too you know, hahas. Hmms, after library, saw Bryan's twin! I mean, BryanWong. DAMN funny I tell you. This guy, from band, he's a senior. And he looks like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; like BryanWong. Carbon copy sia! -.-" Okay, damn hilarious with the girls. Urhh, then we wanted to slack at the playground near NTUC, but I lazy. Hahas. So I wanted go home, then they say follow go to Queenstown MRT there. I agreed. (: See, I so good! :P Uhms, then I follow them, talkedtalked. Emm and Van &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; didn't want go home. Say do nth at home, haha. Alright, uhm, we took pics at library, so decided to upload. Weee. ~ I find them hilariously cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9NAUJFYII/AAAAAAAAAP4/PdVDGlbRzKc/s1600-h/Pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9NAUJFYII/AAAAAAAAAP4/PdVDGlbRzKc/s320/Pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350079550141587586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9P190OMaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kGZnKVIW92I/s1600-h/Pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9P190OMaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kGZnKVIW92I/s320/Pic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350082670884696482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9NcQZJLyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gHpwxRiJfTM/s1600-h/Pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9NcQZJLyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gHpwxRiJfTM/s320/Pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350080030171541282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9NoYGT1rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q6N_qg_DT9U/s1600-h/Pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9NoYGT1rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q6N_qg_DT9U/s320/Pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350080238398461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, since today is JunPyo/LeeMinHo's Birthday, I shall sing him a happy birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't know how to sing it in Korean, haha. Then in that case, I think I should learn how to then! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lee Min Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lee Min Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Lee Min Ho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthdayyyyy tooooooo youuuu!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee! :) Okays, I shall get going now. I specially, begged my brother for the computer, just for this, haha. I shall get going now. I'll update abt tmrw, (:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3505946707466066240?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3505946707466066240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/band-weets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3505946707466066240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3505946707466066240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/band-weets.html' title='Band, weets.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sj9NAUJFYII/AAAAAAAAAP4/PdVDGlbRzKc/s72-c/Pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3563601222773678745</id><published>2009-06-21T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:48:01.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, please, I can do it better.</title><content type='html'>Heys, I'm back. After a long day, I'm really tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;Because I slept at 3AM, and woke up at 10AM. Not enough, there's Band tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Bandmates, there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; band on Monday till Thurs. The message which said, there would only be band on Wednesday, has been canceled and it's continued as the same (:&lt;br /&gt;-.-" I'm too exhausted to go to band, you know. It's like damn tiring? -.-" Okay, I'll make up my mind. Tomorrow, I shall go down to Mac, after Band, to have lunch/breakfast/brunch, whatever. Then, head back to the library. *grins. Hahaha, I'm  back to nerd mode. Teehee. Who cares, it's me right.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, uh. by long day, I mean today, I went out? To a wedding, haha. It's cools, because I saw my cousins &amp;amp; especially, TAZ! :P My self-obsessed cousin. (: Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, it's funny how hyper she was, because she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hungry.&lt;/span&gt; Cute, girl lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall stop elaborating soo much about what's going on and what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Crushes ! Crushes! &gt;.&lt;" Teehee. Hahaha, who wouldn't have crushes? I do. Haha, like T_T" Omg lah, hawtness much? Haha. Okays, shan't talk about it. I'm off to update on my FanFic story? Haha, it's going fine I think. Just need to think of a more good baseline. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then, watch a NIGAHIGA to get my mood up again, I've been moody. o.o? Okay, I'm leaving off now. And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really really really &lt;/span&gt;apologise for the short post up lately, but my June Hols keep getting more busy and busy as the days past by. And, homework, a few completed. It's the BIO HOMEWORK, that's killing me. -.-" I've got no printer. ): Awww. Okay, I'll find a way, before Mr Lai starts to complain or gives me detention. I'm planning on a '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detention-free&lt;/span&gt;' for the whole of my sec 1 year, hahas. :P&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll go off now.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3563601222773678745?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3563601222773678745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-please-i-can-do-it-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3563601222773678745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3563601222773678745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-please-i-can-do-it-better.html' title='Oh, please, I can do it better.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1734932012603645023</id><published>2009-06-21T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:26:10.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention! Boys Over Flower Fan Fiction by Me!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, I know I have alot of friends who are quite into Boys Over Flower, and so here is my first every fan-fiction made on a blog. Just click &lt;a href="http://fanfic-soeulmates.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go! :) I'm really sorry, if my English written isn't really good. But I'll try all I can to make the story interesting. Just here to promote about it!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1734932012603645023?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1734932012603645023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/attention-boys-over-flower-fan-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1734932012603645023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1734932012603645023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/attention-boys-over-flower-fan-fiction.html' title='Attention! Boys Over Flower Fan Fiction by Me!'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-8898965244802494756</id><published>2009-06-20T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:33:16.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final blow hits ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sjyt2roDolI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ASCXtzWzpCc/s1600-h/emm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sjyt2roDolI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ASCXtzWzpCc/s320/emm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349341612344582738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SjytxU_M0jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Yg3L6M8SZGQ/s1600-h/emm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/SjytxU_M0jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Yg3L6M8SZGQ/s320/emm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349341520368292402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, so cute right! :) Emmeline &amp;amp; Me were actually webcam-ing, like at 2.00AM + in the morning today. Hahah. It was hilariously, cute. Because I was rambling about giving her English Tuition and stuff. Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;So cute. Emmeline! Ive uploaded your pic already, haha. You can take your revenge by posting mine at your blog. :P Okays. Today, I blogged a little late, because I was a little caught off with my homework, clarinet stuff, clearing my books, my things, getting ready for tomorrow, bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeap. I shall get going right now. I know it's like so damn short, but who cares. I know, -.-" I'm lame. But I'll blog more later on, okays. :)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-8898965244802494756?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8898965244802494756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-blow-hits-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8898965244802494756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/8898965244802494756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-blow-hits-ya.html' title='The final blow hits ya.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sjyt2roDolI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ASCXtzWzpCc/s72-c/emm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-6622205568233271827</id><published>2009-06-19T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:42:13.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one in a million the chances of feeling the way we do.</title><content type='html'>Yays, I'm back after a cooling shower.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hmm. Ghost Festival is back? &gt;.&lt;" It freaks me out all the time. &amp;amp; the most irritating thing to make it worst, is at this period of time, everyone will start sending around the chain letter on it. Like don't stay out late, or don't take things when you find outside. It's just creeping me out more&amp;amp;more. -.- Dang it luh, ): I don't want school to start + band is starting in less than 4 days. 3 days to be exact! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;I so don't like going on a daily-basis of band you know. I haven't complete my homework, and revision yet. Okay, I think I know what I'll do. I'll do my homework finish. And from 22/23 till 25th, after band at 11, I'll go to the library and do my revision there.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm hardworking. Hahas, not really. Trying to catch up with my subs and grades.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna' let them fall all again. :( Brother has went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drag me to hell.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I don't know if he'll like it, because many said it was scary? Haha. Hope after he watch that movie, he'll get even more afraid and I shall haunt him! *evil grin. Okay, uh. No more nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to drop a note right here, for my blog, readers, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closest&lt;/span&gt; friends/pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know, that I've been quite off the line, the past few months in my life.&lt;br /&gt;However, I thought others were making me go through so many obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;But as day goes on again and again, I found out god has shown me, that I've been the obstacle all along.&lt;br /&gt;It seems pretty, weird for me to say that, but it's what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was everything that I could ever asked for, but now I've realised, that the relationship between me and him wasn't meant to be and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sure I'll find my soulmate, one day, in my life and it'll only take time.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I should just learn how to embrace my life, as a thirteen year old teenager.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that's gonna' come, will come. Whatever that has to be gone, it's for the best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank my best and supportive friends and god especially.&lt;br /&gt;He has been the one, who has been guiding me, throughout this journey that I thought was endless.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for showing me the positive side of life, god. You were there for me, and I promise, I'll be thankful to you till' the day I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, to my friends and god, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's it, haha, too long? Sorry, my speeches are usually long. ^.^ Live with what I gotta' say and do. Speaking of do.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do my book review. So goodbye, and thanks for reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-6622205568233271827?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6622205568233271827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-one-in-million-chances-of-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6622205568233271827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/6622205568233271827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-one-in-million-chances-of-feeling.html' title='It&apos;s one in a million the chances of feeling the way we do.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-9033659421470148050</id><published>2009-06-19T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:50:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alone, on my own and that's all I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1oV_MzzNSk&amp;amp;hl=en&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/r1oV_MzzNSk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigahiga, seriously doesn't fail to crack me up the whole day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Rant on Asian Drama, reminds me of Boys Over Flower, actually no one really died in that drama!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I couldn't stop laughing watching that vid. It started out, when I watched Movies In Minute, Twilight. Then how to be ninja. It didn't stop me from laughing I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;:D Hahas, alright. Uhm. Currently sipping onto a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;largeee&lt;/span&gt; sized coke from Mac that dad gave.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to drink it and save some for him. Like as if I'll drink even half of it.&lt;br /&gt;Coke surely gets me hyper, but too much gas gets me dizzy, haha. Currently chatting with MeikoZheng too. We were randomly blabbering, that this blogskins's user. Her name is hokairotciv.&lt;br /&gt;But, the real name is victoria koh, because if you flip it the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were playing with my name. Nur Khairunnisa. Becomes, Asinnuriahkrun. Some arabic words, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;run.&lt;/span&gt; LOL?! Haha. Okays. Today and yesterday, I've been better and getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Although, the past runs around in my head, gotta' stop it from bothering me, (: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Nisha fighting! ~ :D&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, the worst thing I hate about holidays is, you get more homework than you usually do in school. If you count all the homework you get for one month, on normal school days.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's lesser than the holiday homework we get. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;95% of my homework has only been touched. &gt;.&lt;" Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll get going right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-9033659421470148050?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/9033659421470148050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-alone-on-my-own-and-thats-all-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/9033659421470148050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/9033659421470148050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-alone-on-my-own-and-thats-all-i-know.html' title='I&apos;m alone, on my own and that&apos;s all I know.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-299792668732940454</id><published>2009-06-18T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:53:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I know I had the best day, with you today.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to take the quiz at Meiko's blog, short simple and sweet. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts.&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Nur Khairunnisa.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname: Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;3. Horoscope: Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex: Female.&lt;br /&gt;5. Primary School: Henry Park Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;6. Secondary School: Queensway Secondary School. (so do not wanna be there, :/ )&lt;br /&gt;7. Drink or smoke? I drink, Green Tea. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a crush on someone now? Teehee, I don't know. I have alott on many hot guys, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last.&lt;br /&gt;Last person I talked to: Esther (:&lt;br /&gt;Last food I ate: Long John Silver's Combo Meal.&lt;br /&gt;Last song I listened to: The Best Days - Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;Last person I kisssed: Haha, my mum! :)&lt;br /&gt;Last person I hugged: My boyfriend. *winks. Believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite.&lt;br /&gt;1. Food: Anything that taste nice and is edible. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink: Everyone should know, it's Green Tea.&lt;br /&gt;3. Singers: Taylor Swift, David Archuleta &amp;amp; Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;4. Books: The Secret Seven. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth.&lt;br /&gt;1. Is there someone you want to be with now: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;2. You truly love him: Hello, I said I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it. I realised, my family excluding my brother, are in love with Green Tea. My stock of Green Tea is decreasing, due to my dad &amp;amp; mum's big love towards Green Tea. You don't wanna know how many bottles of big/small green tea bottle we have/had. Hahahas. Dang it, I need to tell mum to buy me another bottle of green tea. In case of any emergency where I need drink something like real fast, or when I have this 100% crave towards Green Tea. It ain't pretty when I don't get the green tea if I want. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Bryan finally has a facebook! Hahah, bryanwong I meant. He didn't have a facebook at first. Now he has!&lt;br /&gt;Finally he's getting along with the Singapore trend of using Facebook! :) Yay for BryanWong. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;This is the third post of the day, this totally shows how bored I really am, haha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I've been really busy like I said these few days. Been going in and out of the house again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Doing alot of stuff in the computer.Whoah, this makes me sound like I'm some kind of business woman. Hahas, okay I wanna stop here and I promise, this is the last post of today. A promise is a promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;I shall get going right now then.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-299792668732940454?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/299792668732940454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-i-know-i-had-best-day-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/299792668732940454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/299792668732940454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-i-know-i-had-best-day-with-you.html' title='But I know I had the best day, with you today.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5456282839497295279</id><published>2009-06-18T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:53:31.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy, I wrote as a motivator.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from the library and I had loads of fun because I was with Su and we didn't really study, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I wouldn't be able to study with people around me, well not really, it depends with who. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we talked and talked and talked and talked. It was so what girls do! Haha.. Alot of heart2heart talk, that made me fell a little more happy with the day.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad as yesterday actually. Then I bought a foolscap that was so cute. Not really, haha, It had all the funny emotions on it. Crying, Mad, Happy, Sad, Surprised, alot of things. It represented me, in a way. I'm like all of them. I'm a human/girl, so I am all of them! Haha, just too adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I need to save for another notebook and more coloured pens for the notes. :)&lt;br /&gt;I like pilot pens, haha. They're fine yet good. Okay, I'm soo not advertising for the pilot's company. Although they might be happy to know that. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I wanna do my stuff right now, like start working on my Book Reviews and get my homework load off ASAP. Haha. :-) Long John Silver has a cool meal, where they serve you fries, 1 chicken and 2 fish fingers, if I'm not wrong. It was good I guess. Just too much oil, haha. Fattening, which reminds me, I should drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;I need waterrr!!! Okay, I should really get going now, tatas.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5456282839497295279?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5456282839497295279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/easy-i-wrote-as-motivator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5456282839497295279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5456282839497295279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/easy-i-wrote-as-motivator.html' title='Easy, I wrote as a motivator.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-5842370011274097410</id><published>2009-06-18T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:54:10.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say goodbye with no tears.</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I've been quite busy these few days. I think, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskin because quite alot didn't like it due to too bold. I think it's okay, but yeah, I agree too bold.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so the bold kinda person, haha. I'm simple.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've also cleared all my cbox, messages. It's too much overload, so decided to delete all. So now let's see how many more tags I'll get. I do the 'tag2tag' thing. Like when you tag me, I'll tag you back. (: So watch out people.&lt;br /&gt;I might not reply to all tags, because I'm like lazy to do so. Will be heading out to the library to do my homework/revise. It's so not me, haha. Really! I'm a usual slacker during holidays, but who cares. Studying is fun, I guess, -.-&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, the holidays will tick off and end veryvery soon. We can't make it really last. So I need to zoom off and do all my work, since I'll be having band pretty soon too. :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay! Su is tagging along to the library with me, cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, oh well. I'ts 12 and I wanna get ready to leave the house, (: I like this font, all of a sudden. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;It's unique, very journal-ish, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i'm over him, over what has been through.&lt;br /&gt;Smileeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;woots. Nisha, you're changing ayes! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg now. Byes.&lt;br /&gt;Nisha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-5842370011274097410?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5842370011274097410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-say-goodbye-with-no-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5842370011274097410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/5842370011274097410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-say-goodbye-with-no-tears.html' title='Just say goodbye with no tears.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-3291407945874100294</id><published>2009-06-17T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:46:47.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright, it's okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sjj_Ra1vScI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KxSLmjfe27g/s320/Photo+0966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348305232230042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I went to school, instead of the library, well I did go to the library but slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Tomorrow shall be the mighty day where I go to the library, and peacefully study.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story what happened, actually. I don't wish to speak about it either.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay. Tomorrow, the date with Iqah has been cancelled due to the plans she has. ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's okay. Oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt; That reminds me. I've been addicted to It's Alright It's okay by Ashley Tisdale, haha. Makes me feel more motivated. :) Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post, with a sweet salutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God bless everyone, that includes me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop believing in miracles, and hopefully, I'll have a sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;With my deepest love,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-3291407945874100294?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3291407945874100294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-alright-its-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3291407945874100294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/3291407945874100294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-alright-its-okay.html' title='It&apos;s alright, it&apos;s okay.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/Sjj_Ra1vScI/AAAAAAAAAOk/KxSLmjfe27g/s72-c/Photo+0966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-1765866010847443696</id><published>2009-06-16T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:18:25.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Bee.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to schedule my stuff, in my blog, and all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;It's really little, actually, haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;● Maths, no homework, except for Lead. Statistics, gotta' do on foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;● English, 3 Book Reviews. Can be done real fast, haha.&lt;br /&gt;● Biology/Physics, Poster for Sungei Buloh trip/awareness. -.-&lt;br /&gt;● Malay, Some random drawing thing, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. LOL, it's damn funny, that's it. But, I still have to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;self-revision.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;● History.&lt;br /&gt;● Geography.&lt;br /&gt;● Biology.&lt;br /&gt;● Physics.&lt;br /&gt;There we go, adding more load to the weight! ^^.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, well, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I don't know if confirm will be visiting grandma, cos' planning on going to the library to do some self-revision and more History/Geography time.&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm sorry meiko&amp;amp;zq, I can't make it tomorrow, for the outing, okay. :(&lt;br /&gt;Really, sorry luh. Okay? ): Hmm, then, let's see, tomorrow. I'm planning on a full-mug day.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, never heard of that? Well, it's in my vocab book. Planning on leaving at about 10.30 in the morning to the library and do a good revision. Planning on mugging for about 3-4 hours. Till' I get sick of studying. Haha, nah. Me? Sick of studying? Not gonna' really happen. Well, this time mugging with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strictly no&lt;/span&gt; laptop. Well, definately I can't because I need to mug like seriously, alott. It's only the thing, if I can ever wake up tomorrow, haha. I have the habit of sleepinglate-wakinguplate. Haha, it's bad, I need to learn to sleep early and wake up early. Like which kid would wanna do that, urh. Haha. Oh yes, on Thurs, I got a studydate with my dearest unni, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iqah.&lt;/span&gt; Woots. Looking forwardddd.~ :) Hmm. I bought like the July Issue of Teenage Mag, and I have to tell you this. They have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys Over Flower &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;jonas brothers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for their poster section. OMG, YAYNESS.&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe my brother said Kim Bum was gay when I showed him the poster. /kill him.\ -.-'' Okay, uhm. So yupe, basically that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dyinggggggggggggggggggggggg to go to the library, which is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second home.&lt;/span&gt; Hope I don't see that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody asshole&lt;/span&gt; again. He smacked my back for no reason, which type of asshole would do such a thing? -.-" Okay, gotta' stop talking craps. I shall take 111/100 then 32 instead of just 111. I don't wanna walk alone again. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must go sleep early, although it's only 11:17 PM, it's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; early for me, for holiday time, sleeping. Haha. My latest was 3.30AM, and that was because I mugged + BOF-ed the whole time. I miss those time. :( Okay, I wanna go off like I said, so, bye.&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-1765866010847443696?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1765866010847443696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1765866010847443696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/1765866010847443696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-bee.html' title='Busy, Busy, Bee.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-4097359277869981537</id><published>2009-06-16T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:29:36.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every 16th.</title><content type='html'>Current Mood:&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r290/miratedd/Undecided.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Song: White Horse - Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to admit, Guitar Geek is an awesome guitar game you can play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's my addiction now you know! Trying to beat high scores now, haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my braces appointment.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm keeping things short because I'm tired and I think I'm going to get sick pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;I typed out like a long compo, and I dont know what I clicked that all was gone. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;So I'm re-typing again. I changed my braces color to green. Thought of it, so said it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then after that, I was in the MRT and I teared. Because of today's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;event.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. Hmm, then trained home. But I didn't get down at Bouna Vista but I got down at Clementi because I wanted to buy lunch next to CityVibe. So, I bought the Mee Goreng + Fried Chicken that cost me $2.70. I wouldn't call it like really expensive, but even if you think it is, it's really erm, worth. ^^&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Stars for their food there. Well, then took 105 home and saw Dian at the playground playing Frisbee. I thought it was Haiqa at first, then as soon as I looked propely, I knew it was Dian. Man, both Dian and Haiqa have been hanging out so much that they look very alike, haha. Well, yesterday I was happy, because I could &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; play the song White Horse on the guitar! Ohmygod. I was freaking out, hahaha. It's really simple but pinky hurts. But who cares, I love that song alot.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess alot of people came back from their vacations aye. Let me welcome each and everyone who got back.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome Back Iqah Unni!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back BryanWong kor!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back Meiko Zheng HuiXuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on making a navigational skin, next for my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know, maybe I will, maybe I won't. Because it's slightly complicated. So it'll take time.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I like the skin the way it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, uhm, yeah. I think I'm started to fall sick. :/ Been sad, and a little depressed these few days, so it started with flu now body feeling hot. Getting sick maybe, who knows. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so buh-bye.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, me and readers.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 16th which means it's our fourth month. I'm not trying to brag about it.&lt;br /&gt;But all I wanna say is, tell me you love me, and I'm going to say no thanks because you had your chance. And you took it and throw it away. This scar you left in my heart, will never go off and at the same time, you still have my heart. That means, I'll be waiting for you to hand it over to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait till' the day comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-4097359277869981537?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4097359277869981537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-16th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4097359277869981537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/4097359277869981537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-16th.html' title='Every 16th.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2871762421359319779</id><published>2009-06-15T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:46:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the moment is gone.</title><content type='html'>Current mood:&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r290/miratedd/Grin.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current song: All I Need Is You - Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I'm quite happy, because I read JiaHui's blog and saw something like so awesome ah!&lt;br /&gt;I helped her, with her, problems, and she thanked me, through her blog &amp;amp; msn. Haha. Sweet little girl. :) Jia Hui, remember what I said, don't regret what decision you took, no matter what. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Pffft. I'm going to the library to return Siti's book that I borrowed, and I think it's overdue-d?&lt;br /&gt;:/ DAMN! Haha, that's why I gotta' return it ASAP. Thought of returning it after dental appointment, but lazy lah. From BounaVista -&gt; Outram Park -&gt; Commenwealth -&gt; Walk to the library. -.-" LAZY LAH. Haha, I know, I lazy bum. Anyway, I meet mum at Clementi to buy my shampoo, out of stock already, haha. So, might as well go there one time and do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ate breakfast but only drank green tea. Oh who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I'm leaving my house at about 2pm to the library. :l I hope I can get 32. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then don't have to walk all the way to the library. Lazy, can't be bothered. Not really, it's like sooo hot, the weather! &gt;.&lt;" Which fool would enjoy walking there. Oh well, my brother is inspiring me to sing him the song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna' give you hel, gonna give you hell! :D&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I had the most WEIRDEST dream you know. If you knew it, you'd either laugh or o.o".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very high today, like for no reason I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my 4th month with that jerk if I didn't break up. :) You know what. I realised most of the time, on our annivesary, it's the day I'm going for a DENTAL APPOINMENT. Yays.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Funny, I know. I don't find it disturbing, it's good for me to take the idiotic memories I had with that bluddy guy in the past. Currently listening to Gives You Hell. :P Hahaha. Good theme song, to vent my craps. I know alot of you want pictures in my blog and I haven't been putting any. But I will, kays? I will. Cos' band pictures, I took quite a few, but with SERI'S HANDPHONE! ): I'll ask her to bluetooth it to me, then I'll upload it here aites. :) Just wait please. Thanks, haha. RED WINE, CONVINCT GAGA! :D Haha, Just dance yeah. :D The time is slow, the weather is finally starting to cool. Damn, I love today.&lt;br /&gt;Alot, haha. Staying happy and hyper all the time rocks my freaking socks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta' stop spamming Nisha, so that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, me and readers.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2871762421359319779?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2871762421359319779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-moment-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2871762421359319779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2871762421359319779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-moment-is-gone.html' title='Now the moment is gone.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-2852400674302259445</id><published>2009-06-14T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:56:08.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz, woots.</title><content type='html'>Write the names of 21 people you can think off the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;Then answer the questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Emmeline&lt;br /&gt;2. Darius&lt;br /&gt;3. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;4. BryanTan&lt;br /&gt;5. Bryan Wong&lt;br /&gt;6. Emerson&lt;br /&gt;7. Hilda&lt;br /&gt;8. Crystal&lt;br /&gt;9. TingHui&lt;br /&gt;10. Su&lt;br /&gt;11. Haziqah&lt;br /&gt;12. Ryu&lt;br /&gt;13. Izni&lt;br /&gt;14. Janice&lt;br /&gt;15. Casey&lt;br /&gt;16. Nikki&lt;br /&gt;17. Jiahui&lt;br /&gt;18. XueYi&lt;br /&gt;19. Hans&lt;br /&gt;20. YuJi&lt;br /&gt;21. Jolene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How did you get to meet 8? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through Secondary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What would you do if you and 15 never met?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nothing really would have happened, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What would you do if 1 and 21 date? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They don't know each other &amp;amp; they'd be lesbians. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever seen 17 cry? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nopes. Always smiling, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Would 4 and 16 be a good couple? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omg rofl, NO?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you think 11 is attractive? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really, she's my unni. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What's 2's favourite colour?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not sure, I think blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When was the last time you talked to 9?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Before holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What language does 8 speak?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; English &amp;amp; Chinese? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Who is 13 going out with? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't know. I don't think she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What grade is 12 in? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secondary 1. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Would you ever date with 17?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Omg haha. It's a girl. :/ I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Where does 18 live?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What's the best thing about 3? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What would you want to tell 10 now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing. Already talking to her on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Whats the best thing about 20? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really know alot about him. But he's friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Have you ever kissed 5?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YIKES! No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was the best memory you have with 21? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, the whole of my P5-P6 life, all. She's just really a nice girl whom I love alot lahs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) When's the last time you're saw 6? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) How is 14 and 12 different? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One is boy, one is girl. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Is 19 pretty? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah, he's a guy. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What was the first impression of 11? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG. AWESOME LAHS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) How did you meet 20? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In secondary school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Is 1 your best friend? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope. She's more than that. She's my dearest twinny. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you hate 12? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, just annoying? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you seen 18 on the last month? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) When was the last time you saw 16? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Have you been to 5's house?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) When's the next time you gonnna see 10? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After school re-opens. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Are you close to 13? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quite I guess. We're good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Have you ever been to a movie with 4 before? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope. He's wayyyy too busy for that. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Have you ever gotten into trouble with 8? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Would you give 19 a hug?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know, haha. Most probably, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) When have you lied to 3? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Is 16 good with socializing?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Do you know secrets about 9?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Whats the best thing about your friendship with 9? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're always funny when we're together, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Whats the worst thing about 6? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always bully me! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Have you ever had a crush on 12? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahaha. I don't know. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Does 14 has a girlfriend or boyfriend? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Have you ever wanted to punch 1's face? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WAY MAN! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Has 21 met your mother? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeaps. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) How did you get to meet 15? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through BryanWong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Did you ever physically hurt 3? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yep, smacked ? Hahaha, not so painful or something, :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Do you live close to 7?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not really. About 3-4 bus-stops away? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What's 8's favourite food?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bread! Hahaha, she wrote it in her blog, :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) What kind of car does 1 has? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She don't own one. She's only 13 man, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Have you travelled anywhere with 9 before? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah. Taxi? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) If you give 14 $100 , what will he/she spend it on? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think I'd be that crazy to give someone that much of money with no reason. I'd spend it myself. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;End of this damn quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-2852400674302259445?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2852400674302259445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiz-woots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2852400674302259445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/2852400674302259445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiz-woots.html' title='Quiz, woots.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049790903615348417.post-7291908982580659188</id><published>2009-06-14T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:29:41.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known that we weren't meant to be.</title><content type='html'>Current mood:&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r290/miratedd/Frown.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Current song: Better In Time - Leona Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back guys. Haha, uhms. I've been busy the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 8am, and left to see grandma at woodlands. &amp;amp; I had breakfast at KFC, Egg + Waffles. Teehee. Then, we left to go to my aunty house, and reached there. Saw my dearest cousin Taz again! :P Weee. Hahahs, erm. Then we used the laptop and saw some funny stuff on YouTube, blahblah. Funniest part was that we were watching Poker Face Parody, one on OuterSpace and another Joker Face. Hahaha, hilarious I tell you. Then we watched more vids, and she told me that I was in her blog. Like she wrote about me. I checked it out, and she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Because right now, I am really starting to regret the thought of loved ones indulging in sporty activities...Well especially when trainings take up 99% of your time and there's no room for personal space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Helloooo? She's damn freaking right. Boys/Girls whoever, you're in love with some too engaged with sport, is like super annoying? Trust me, when you're in my shoes, you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered with such humans uhs. Alright, gotta' stop talking crap. Uhm .. then, after that we uh went back home? Haha, went back, then I slacked. Didn't get to use the comp yet, cos' dad said he wanted to use. Ended up, he was watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soccer&lt;/span&gt; on tv. -.-" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN lahs.&lt;/span&gt; Whole family is so into idiotic sports, especially soccer? Lame much, pls. Okay, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try update others more, got more funny stuff to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;So byes.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, me and readers.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Nisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049790903615348417-7291908982580659188?l=startafres-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7291908982580659188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-have-known-that-we-werent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7291908982580659188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049790903615348417/posts/default/7291908982580659188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startafres-h.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-have-known-that-we-werent.html' title='I should have known that we weren&apos;t meant to be.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
