<?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-1838975584668222275</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:28:08.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Happens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-7205565167720713004</id><published>2010-04-27T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:11:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY BLOG!</title><content type='html'>Its a year now! Woohooo... I dont really blog alot. Occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;Anw hope this blog will keep track of my life. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-7205565167720713004?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/7205565167720713004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-anniversary-to-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/7205565167720713004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/7205565167720713004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-anniversary-to-my-blog.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY BLOG!'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-3155352789819531930</id><published>2010-04-27T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:07:38.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish right now</title><content type='html'>I found this amazing song. Got me addicted. It's a new song by Hayley williams. YES!! ITS HER from paramore. She didnt sing with her band but b.o.b and eminem. There is actually many versions of it. It doesnt matter. Here is partial of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw the reason I post this is bcoz I told my boyfriend that I got one wish right now. He asked what. But I wont tell him until he persuades me satisfactorily. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haf one wish right now, I would want to spend a lifetime with you khairul. N I mean it right now at 12.05am. :) Love u my lil chef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-3155352789819531930?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/3155352789819531930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3155352789819531930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3155352789819531930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-right-now.html' title='Wish right now'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-1302145682906141297</id><published>2010-04-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:11:39.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When my life is falling apart</title><content type='html'>These are one of the days where I just feel like run away. From everything. Sitting alone &amp;amp; listening to miley cyrus, when i look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough. Enough of everything. I wished I could run. Just keep running. I've tried to stay strong for so long. 3years of enduring the pain. Its too painful. Im hiding behind a broken mask. Im shattered. I dont think I can find my way home anymore. When will it end? Will it ever end? Ppl say dont grow up fast. But I want to grow up fast. I want to change everything. I dont like living like this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-1302145682906141297?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/1302145682906141297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-my-life-is-falling-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/1302145682906141297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/1302145682906141297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-my-life-is-falling-apart.html' title='When my life is falling apart'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-4792913584166108579</id><published>2010-03-27T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:52:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid of Honour</title><content type='html'>Have you had someone truly important in your life? Other than your boyfriend. Just a friend. A bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. I knew him for a couple of years but we have grown so close together till now. I knew him longer than his current gf knew him. Yet his gf want to break us apart. How could I? How could we? The friendship that we have build after all this time...The trust we had for each other. How can anyone just try to break that? It is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a huge misunderstanding. All  I said was that one day he will be my maid of honour which means he would be my brides maid or best man. Does it hurt to say that? I didnt even mention he would b my groom. He was an important friend. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult for her to understand? Even my bf understands that. He knows how close I was with my dear bestfriend. He gave his trust to me. Didnt his gf gave him the same trust? Did Jealousy overpowered her trust for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care. I dont give a damn. Nothing will change our friendship. Our friendship was meant to last forever. After so much, we gone through together. The hardships, the fights, the stories we shared. I do not want to lose that. I do not want to lose you my friend, Hafiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-4792913584166108579?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/4792913584166108579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/03/maid-of-honour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/4792913584166108579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/4792913584166108579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/03/maid-of-honour.html' title='Maid of Honour'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-8708001840542642814</id><published>2010-02-20T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:07:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only....I could stop time.</title><content type='html'>Is Valentines today? Because I thought I had one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I thought today would be a dream. :)&lt;br /&gt;A dream every girl will have but not always fulfilled. Mine did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend wanted to bring me out on last saturday. He said he wanted to give me surprise.. Apparently something came up so we postponed to today. And trust me, it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt start the day well. However, things started to change &amp;amp; flip, the moment I took my steps towards him. Only to find a rose in his hands. It was so red &amp;amp; bright. It was colour of pure blood.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings inside were raging. I was touched yet startled &amp;amp; excited at the same time. It always occurred to me that a rose would melt a girl's heart. More importantly, mine. I've always wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got better. As I hugged him, I look upon. And I saw food spread over the mat. It was wrapped in aluminium foil. I was astonished.&lt;br /&gt;Did he cooked for me? The answer is YES!! hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb! Amazing! Scrumptious meal I had!! Was I impressed? No doubt. He cooked an awesome dish. Steak with a sauce of his own, a crab meat on baked potato &amp;amp; vegetable. Wow! Wow! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;I had to reserve myself. Although inside, I was melting like butter, I had to remain calm. BEHAVE RAFIQA!! hahaha. I got really excited. Seriously, If anyone could enter this huge heart of mine. They would know. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like 4-ish pm. Sunny but windy at the same time. Because of the wind, he couldnt get the candle lit up. It would have been romantic. But it was broad daylight so it didnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am enjoying the food, I got to the point whereby I forgot whether it was reality or a dream. I was thinking to myself. Upon realising it was real, I just got a little teary. But I cant cry in public. Im not a whimp! Lol. People passing by looked at us. I wasnt embarrassed but shy. Personally, I dont like attention. What he did was really sweet. I loved it! All of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after food, we snapped some pictures. Great pictures with his SLR.&lt;br /&gt;We moved to a sheltered spot &amp;amp; took even more pictures. After awhile, he asked me about his surprise that I promised him. Oh well, I was considering whether to give him. It didnt feel like the time yet. But hey, I've got nothing to lose. Besides, Its his..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What did I get him? hmm... Something cuddly, soft, cute with long ears. Yes. U guessed it right. A cute little blue bunny. I promised to give a bunny some day. The day came. I didnt know whether he liked it or not. Hope he does. Btw I named him Nathaniel. :) This bunny will keep him company despite the staring eyes my boyfriend keeps mentioning. I find it purely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all surprises were out. We were having a quality time together. I missed that. I wished the day wouldnt end. If only....I could stop time. It is the best day in 2010. I couldnt ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The man I am talking about is Muhammad Khairul Anuar Bin Jasrah. Thank you hunny! You have been the best. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; u so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath away......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-8708001840542642814?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/8708001840542642814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-onlyi-could-stop-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8708001840542642814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8708001840542642814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-onlyi-could-stop-time.html' title='If only....I could stop time.'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-7623685523440605111</id><published>2010-01-03T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:02:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it again! WIFE!</title><content type='html'>2nd Day of New year. Looking good. Just that I missed him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u r looking for a movie to watch, go rent &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AWAKE&lt;/span&gt;!! The name of the movie is awake. Awesome movie. It's about love, betrayal &amp;amp; SUSPENSE.. U would have never thought. I rate the movie 5/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, its about Anesthetic Awareness. Whereby during a surgery, a man can actually be awake though has been given anesthetic to make him sleep. He is fully paralysed but he can still hear and feel the pain. So imagine urself being cut thrue ur chest and u r not able to scream for help. Just lying down helplessly. DAMN!! that part of the show was the sadness and gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Anesthetic Awareness does exist in real life. Before the start of the show, they did mentioned that among thousands and millions of people who undergo surgery, 30,000 actually gets Anesthetic Awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me. When I had surgery few years back, I did not have to experience a gruesome nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax of the show is the betrayal. The suspense when he got to know that...............opps!! I wont tell.. lol. find out urself.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the movie partly bcoz the cast was Jessica Alba and Hayden. My all time favourite actor and actress. The romance and love they had for each other at the start of the movie was awesome. I dont mean the sex but the romance towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence and line I loved the most in the movie is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hayden : See u later WIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica : Say that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden: WIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaaha.. i know its no big deal. But because they just got married, It's so touching that he called her that. Its the first time and its official.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! I want to remember the first time my husband calls me WIFE. Of course, When I get married. Little things do matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, Hayden reminds me of my bf. How charming he is. The way he kissed her so passionately. How he took care of her feelings. Though Hayden is not my bf may not be the same. Bcoz my bf prefers to b compared to Brandon Flower. But I still want to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-7623685523440605111?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/7623685523440605111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-it-again-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/7623685523440605111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/7623685523440605111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-it-again-wife.html' title='Say it again! WIFE!'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-982446288860763764</id><published>2010-01-01T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:50:04.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Ten &lt;2010&gt;</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fresh start to a New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How I spend my last day of the 2009 &amp;amp; first day of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself, my boyfriend &amp;amp; my colleagues went for Siloso Beach Party.&lt;br /&gt;Overall,I enjoyed myself. Anyway the best part is the first kiss of the year exactly at the strike of midnight. Im not being cheeky but yea,It marks a meaningful day that I will remember for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up all the way till around 5am when me &amp;amp; my dear boyfriend decided to get out of there. Since he was hungry, we went Mac for super late supper and damn early breakfast. I only had tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow rather I knew my boyfriend did not really enjoy himself. He must have found it boring to be there. Especially when I did not allow him to do what he wanted to at the party. As for me, though I wanted to have fun. I just couldnt. I cannot bear looking at someone I love being miserable while I have fun. My idea of having fun is to do so with someone I love. In fact, Im happier and glad I could spend the night with him. If I could choose to have fun and by his side, I would choose to be with him. So I was by his side all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we were on our own at the party. While the rest with my colleagues. I did had fun dancing yet I still havent found that 100% connection in dancing with him. Not to worry. There will be loads of time to do so at this brand new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time to go home. We took the first bus around 5plus. ANd I reached at 7. I couldnt sleep well though. Anw I spend the rest of the day at home. Doing pretty much nothing except TV n all. And what i love doing most today is MISS MUHAMMAD KHAIRUL ANUAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If U asked me, Is this the best new year ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to think twice before answering. But I will eventually say YES. Most importantly, I had QUALITY TIME with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel what he &amp;amp; myself have gone through is a test for us. To look at whether we are compatible for each other and that how far someone is willing to go. And so far, I am trying my best to be there for him when he needs me the most. Though I know I may not be able to help him but the least I could do is to show support, care and presence. I wanna love him now. And love him in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How I want to spend my whole year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be happy with the ones I loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you know who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! May 2010 bring more colours to our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-982446288860763764?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/982446288860763764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/982446288860763764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/982446288860763764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='Twenty Ten &lt;2010&gt;'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-2794745627713672548</id><published>2009-11-25T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:07:13.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could name the person I miss the most</title><content type='html'>It will be my &lt;strong&gt;grandparents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya is never the same again. The feeling of nowhere to go. I dont feel the joy to it anymore. While everyone seemed to be happy and having fun, Im here feeling lonely. I wonder whether my parents feel the same. Just having one person less to be loved,cared and rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing them so soon was a big impact for me. Everytime I looked back at the times I had with them &amp;amp; should have been with them. I just miss them so much. I wished I had one more day to be with them. It hurts very deep to lose someone. Someone you could run to when everything is falling apart. Now, when things aren't right, I have no one but myself. They are gone forever. Though I have people around me that love and care for me. It's somewhat different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, now, everything is so fragile. Who would ever knew that having a grandparent could mean so much. Only when they were gone, I knew how much they meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do to fill the emptiness in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people around you just dont understand what u r going through. Behind the mask, it's hardship, pain, lost and emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely easy for people to say move on and let go of the past that only weakens you. But how when its so painful to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna feel alive again.&lt;/strong&gt; Please....allah..do me this favour. I just need the feeling of contentment. 18 years of my life. Im taught to learn alot &amp;amp; faced so much in 3years. The only thing I need is to end the feeling of worries and misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-2794745627713672548?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/2794745627713672548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-name-person-i-missed-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2794745627713672548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2794745627713672548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-name-person-i-missed-most.html' title='If I could name the person I miss the most'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-5450157520205403007</id><published>2009-11-07T00:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:09:50.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SvRXQmiWqZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8yNjEfSr3uk/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401037795858229650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SvRXQmiWqZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8yNjEfSr3uk/s400/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SvRU7vI2BeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pLcI_2krEhE/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a song about my boyfriend n me!! Something which is more on my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I known him as my neighbour for 2 freaking years.. I didnt even know his name for 2years until i was going to shift. Which is similar to the song, Kristinia Debarge, Future Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally love the song. When i saw the lyrics, he 'popped up'. Its totally US!! haahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have knew he was going to be my future love. It just happened. Thats what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the lyrics :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A couple of years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'm gonna know your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like I waited for you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I know this might sound insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it won't be long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Till we're gonna take this up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;( It wasnt long before we finally got together. It might have been fast but its worth it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm talking about our future love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe you're right next door&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(He was totally next door to ME!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got me picturing your face again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something worth waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I put all the others behind me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(I met lots of guys but none i was very attracted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They don't live up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What I need to the T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Baby if they asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would say I don't even know your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if they asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does it change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, it don't change a thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause there's something about the way you'll love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's just something about the way you'll know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I can't explain enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's just something about our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Future love (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's just something about our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Future love (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walking hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Going for a second date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can picture what you're wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And a kiss I can almost taste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The thought of all the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'll meet for the very first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can see the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feel the love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(Damn! i just love the whole part above. I think it is exactly what i felt u want me to describe in words)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPEAT *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh-no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The minute you pull up next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We standing there like destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When it feels like you're fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just to breathe that's when you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The minute I pull up next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suddenly I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(The moment where the time felt like it stopped was the night I became his girlfriend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everything inside you says that I'm the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPEAT *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Baby if they asked me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would say I don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And if they asked me does it change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, it don't change a thing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause there's something about the way you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's just something about the way you'll know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I can't explain enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something about our&lt;br /&gt;Future love (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's just something about our&lt;br /&gt;Future love (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oooh! Future love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Future love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oooh! Future love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Future love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He was my future love. He will always be till i have him all.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love him! I truly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-5450157520205403007?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/5450157520205403007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/11/future-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/5450157520205403007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/5450157520205403007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/11/future-love.html' title='Future Love'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SvRXQmiWqZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8yNjEfSr3uk/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-2716877697153962847</id><published>2009-09-05T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:03:16.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding me</title><content type='html'>Cancerians &lt;em&gt;understand life through feelings&lt;/em&gt;, a characteristic of the water signs, and it can be difficult for them to understand something they cannot feel. They are naturally intuitive, able to sense the emotions of a group of people rapidly and adjust their response accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians are &lt;em&gt;patient, sympathetic and protective people&lt;/em&gt;. They are suited to careers that involve caring and compassion, such as child care, infant or primary school teaching, or managing a bed and breakfast or private hotel. They have a subtle sense of colour, which suits them to interior design and interior decorating. They &lt;em&gt;can enjoy working in the hospitality industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cancerians often &lt;em&gt;possess deep memories,&lt;/em&gt; especially for emotional hurts, and it is not unusual for them to recount an incident from 10 years ago in great detail if it has upset them in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home and family are important to Cancerians&lt;/em&gt;, they love cooking, and usually prepare more than necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians are inclined to be emotionally possessive of their loved ones and have the &lt;em&gt;tendency to worry about family and friends&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially romantic, Cancerians &lt;em&gt;enjoy travel and learn languages&lt;/em&gt; easily by absorbing the sounds around them and committing them to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cancerians can be moody, especially when they feel insecure, and logic doesn’t help them feel better.&lt;/em&gt; Emotional reassurance is necessary and they respond well to hugs. Being such good nurturers, they also respond well to a little nurturing in return. When a Cancerian feels unappreciated, they tend to moan, nag and criticise, dampening the mood of all those around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians delight in romance. When separated from the one they love, they like to know they are remembered, so sending cards, letters, flowers or small gifts to a Cancerian partner goes a long way towards winning their heart. &lt;em&gt;All these gifts or letters are carefully tucked away for later review, to be savoured hundreds of times at leisure.&lt;/em&gt; In return, Cancerians love to send cards and letters, and &lt;em&gt;will spend hours dreaming of how their partner felt when they received them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancerians are very nurturing and are usually gentle in their displays of affection. &lt;em&gt;Fond of family life and domestic harmony.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://web.singnet.com.sg/~weixiang/horo/Cancer.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Took from a website. Only some are being copied. It certainly describes me. To understand me, this is who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-2716877697153962847?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/2716877697153962847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/09/understanding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2716877697153962847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2716877697153962847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/09/understanding-me.html' title='Understanding me'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-6564717931134007084</id><published>2009-09-02T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:51:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Cancer dates Libra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3dn-ZNy2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kc96D50jXKQ/s1600-h/crrab.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376697208983636834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3dn-ZNy2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kc96D50jXKQ/s320/crrab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3dWwZpxRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gA9tN0971x4/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376696913169597714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3dWwZpxRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gA9tN0971x4/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3dWrO--WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lkbPUgYBLBQ/s1600-h/medium_C-3559-GLibra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376696911782672738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3dWrO--WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lkbPUgYBLBQ/s320/medium_C-3559-GLibra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3c-wLKZwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s6BQKNUjWHI/s1600-h/the+only+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376696500791961346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3c-wLKZwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/s6BQKNUjWHI/s320/the+only+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cancer is instantly attracted to the sophisticated Libra personality, and may jump into a relationship faster than usual, even though Cancer is quite a different people. Like all water signs, Cancer is guided by their feelings, while Libra focuses on rational thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cancer has no problem making up their mind, even though Cancer worries about their decision. Libra, on the other hand, has to go over every possible outcome before deciding on a course of action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Libra may disapprove of Cancer's intense emotions sometimes, but with a little love and a lot of humor, Cancer and Libra can make it work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pretty true I guess.. In my side at least. Not that I believe in it so much. I mean the part on getting into relationship faster than usual, that is true. I can make up my mind easily though sometimes i worry about decisions i made. Its natural. Well, its a good thing we can make it work. :) That is what im hoping for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-6564717931134007084?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/6564717931134007084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-cancer-dates-libra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6564717931134007084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6564717931134007084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-cancer-dates-libra.html' title='When Cancer dates Libra'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sp3dn-ZNy2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kc96D50jXKQ/s72-c/crrab.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-237438455423021231</id><published>2009-08-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:40:47.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>Finally, exams over. So relieved. I think if I had one more paper, I would have suffered from brain damage.. Exaggerating ; I know. But just imagine,5papers!!! What the hell!! opss! sorry.. So unfair. The other diploma courses only have 2-3 papers. N HTMers?? 5 papers.. tsk tsk.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw if anyone ask me how was it? My answer is 'i'll tell u when result is out' On 10 sept. Hopefully, I dont fail any papers. Its my first major examination ever since i entered poly. Of coz I did have lots of test including mid sem. But this will be the actual grade for my subject. Im SOOOO NOT keen to get the results. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment, 8.35pm. I want to get rid of all the facts, info &amp; knowledge from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put something that will ease my mind. I know what. HIM!! Though he is actually in my mind already. EVERYTIME!! Before I sleep and after I wake up and all the hours in between ... he occupies my mind. So, practically every moment of the day he is in my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I mentioned about him, I miss him. The next time I will see him again is next week. Which Im SOOO looking forward to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-237438455423021231?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/237438455423021231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/237438455423021231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/237438455423021231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-8085726261384750899</id><published>2009-08-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:40:54.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream or Nightmare?</title><content type='html'>Did u ever dream of someone that u haf not met for a long time? &lt;br /&gt;Well, i just did. And its bugging me as to why i dreamt of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was someone from my past. Someone I never talked or met for 2-3 years already. The last time I did, It didnt end well. There was an argument but i dont remember what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird dream it was. It looked and felt so real. Maybe because the scenario is rather present-like. I was out wif my boyfriend. Then suddenly, we bumped to him. More like out of nowhere, he approached me from behind. N the first thing he did was put his arms around me. I was SHOCKED!! like seriously. Coz its been so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing, he asked me about how i was doing n all. His expression was calm and smiling at me. He didnt looked startled to see me. Like as if we were still contacting. He certainly looked different. He was dressed formally and looked mature.  This year, he would be 20 or 21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dont remember what happened after that. It's always like this. We dont normally remember the dream 100%. So that small portion of the dream that I remembered makes me wonder why I dreamt of him (of all person).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It make seemed stupid and lame. Dreams are just games in our sleep but yet, this dream involves someone I havent meet for so long. Furthermore, I didnt came across anything that reminded me of him. Some would say that I miss him. But I dont. I've almost forgotten him. Y wud I miss him? He never came across my mind for the past few months or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Anyway, whatever it is, It could just be a dream. Perhaps he moved on. I just hope he is doing fine. If i do see him one day, I would just smile n walk away. why? Bcoz of all the ex that I have. He is the someone that I dont wish to see anymore. Dont ask me why. I have no idea. Just this feeling inside of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I've moved on. I have someone in my heart already. Someone I longed for. Awww... hahahah.. He now plays an important part in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-8085726261384750899?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/8085726261384750899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-or-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8085726261384750899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8085726261384750899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-or-nightmare.html' title='Dream or Nightmare?'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-8836723238474341205</id><published>2009-08-21T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:20:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>Finally, I got time to update my blog. Even though im typing, I have lots of things at the back of my head. Exams not yet over. Fasting month starts tomorrow. How much I miss him. N How fast things has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed like a speed of light. U can never catch up. Sometimes I feel the need to stop the time &amp;amp; catch my breathe. I have no time to reflect on the things that happened in my life. I must say Im proud to where I stand today. Young, youthful and maybe childish at times. But deep inside, I know I've grown so much to be able to face obstacles in life that I never knew I could stil stand strong. Well, I thanked my beloved father for that. He taught me many things in life that can never be taught in school. Patience, Sacrifice and perserverance. My family is my pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my prayer, there are 3 things I would ask for. Family's happiness, Bright future &amp;amp; his happiness. No matter what happens, I want him to succeed in everything he does &amp;amp; follow the right path in his life. I may have not known him so much but deep inside, he has the potential to be the best he can be. I hope i will be there long enough to see him shining through the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.. I just realised Im typing emotionally. hahaha... Well, thats a cancerian.. Loving &amp;amp; emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be baack after exams. Till then, Dont miss me too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-8836723238474341205?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/8836723238474341205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8836723238474341205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8836723238474341205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-8760337697549406595</id><published>2009-08-21T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:58:48.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test (Romantic Story)</title><content type='html'>John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A Romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.&lt;br /&gt;When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 pm at Grand Central Station in New York.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll recognize me, " she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young women was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A women well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the women whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the women, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;The women's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in it's response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-8760337697549406595?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/8760337697549406595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-romantic-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8760337697549406595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8760337697549406595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-romantic-story.html' title='The Test (Romantic Story)'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-3593867242249299181</id><published>2009-07-09T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:34:51.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlYcGRvXE9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/oyUA38Sfxog/s1600-h/Image0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356499700970623954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlYcGRvXE9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/oyUA38Sfxog/s320/Image0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlX_AVnyDMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wNnro8ioGyg/s1600-h/CIMG2393%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356467713096158402" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlX9Y4o6qKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VXZMrxJy590/s320/CIMG2298%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlX9Yp_5oiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pxk2oQ61QqE/s1600-h/CIMG2247%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356465931859632674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlX9Yp_5oiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pxk2oQ61QqE/s320/CIMG2247%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlX9YYHXnEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QUau4xk8zJk/s1600-h/CIMG2244%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356465927059119170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlX9YYHXnEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QUau4xk8zJk/s320/CIMG2244%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, i got a chance to write about what happen during my awesome bdae. hehehe.. It wudnt haf happen without the lovely friends that i got.. DPA, 1H03 and my bestie, Safira &amp;amp; insyirah.. Not to forget my family &amp;amp; some of my friends. (inclusive of mr takot lipas) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An unexpected day out. It all began from school. Sadly, on my bdae , 3rd july , I had to go to school for a lesson at 2pm. Cant even escape. So after the lesson, my classmates celebrated my bdae and another friend of mine by buying us a strawberry shortcake(my fav). They even drew me heartberries on a card with my classmates bdae wishes. Isnt that sweet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the short celebration, my Dpa friend and I went out to celebrate my bdae. First, we went Bugis to meet a friend of mine. He insisted on me to come to his workplace. I didnt even know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, when i reach there, I couldnt even locate him as in recognise.. haha.. Perhaps never met that close before. My first close encounter. hahah.. When I finally did, he was like smiling. N of coz, I couldnt stop smiling as well. Cheerful mah.. hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He 'excused' himself for a moment and came back with a white bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Here's for you! I bought u burger king' he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i really thought it was for real. I was quite puzzled as to why he bought me BK in the first place. Isnt it odd? hahaha.. But i took it appreciatively. hehee. Its nice for someone to buy u a meal right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when he said it was leftovers. Something wasnt right. Why wud he want to gif me leftovers? So i took out the package. It was a burger king packaging. But the logo have been replaced with my name.. (picture above) I thought it was printed. But it wasnt. it was drawn!! i felt so touched. :) Perhaps he was joking but i 'played along' hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were done at our first destination, Suddenly JOEY came along.. She brought an elmo bdae balloon for me!! so sweet... We kept walking until my balloon was punched a few times. I thought it was lixin and i kept accusing her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unknowingly, it was actually my group of DPA mates.. I WAS SURPRISED! !haha.. They had followed us behind all along.. And my friend, Dylan kept hitting the balloon. haha.. How dumb of me! But y wud i bother looking behind, bugis is so packed! i thought some stranger wud b behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lixin and Joey planned all this i guess.. I never knew they would put in effort in giving me a surprise. I was definitely thrilled knowing my DPA mates will be celebrating my 18th bdae with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Bugis, we made our way to Marina Sq for dinner. As im the bdae gal, i got the honour of choosing where I wanna eat. After much discussion, we decided on PIZZA HUT!! And then again, another surprise, Alex came... (from nowhere). He even bought me a cute little purple bear. So sweet of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, I was definitely enjoying myself. Jokes, Laughters and Sarcasm. haha.. Not to forget Cam-whoring.. That was also 'one of the highlight of the day i guess. Since we had to wait about half an hour to take a seat at pizza hut, lixin, joey and me kept ourselves busy with taking tons of pictures. Thats what we do best!! *PEACE handsign* hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it didnt stopped there. In Pizza hut, we were making alot of noise. Especially JOEY!! she had alot of 'TAK GLAM' moments. She loves saying that word. N i will alwaez laugh. Her essence is funny.. hehe.. but cute. haha. She shouted once (LOUDLY) until some customers turned arnd. And while there were debating about dialects, out of the blue, Joey said 'Fcuk ur mother' hahahaa... THAT WAS SERIOUSLY SHOCKING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So random of her. She explained that the particular word in cantonese is 'Fcuk ur mother' She misheard what they said. We all laughed.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed quite awhile and witnessed other customers celebrating their bdaes by requesting for the staff to bring the cake with the background bdae music. It wasnt only one time but twice. so there were 3 bdae kiddos there. unbelievable... at the same time.. Amazing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didnt stop there. Around 9 plus , close to 10. My dear lixin wanted to go esplanade rooftop. She insisted that we go there. We all agreed. When we were out of pizza hut, some of us went toilet. while the rest walked slowly to esplanade rooftop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since everyone was dispersed, we just kept walking. Half way thrue , Li xin went missing. We called her. Eventually she took another route to esplanade. It was quite odd. I didnt even suspect anything. So we agreed to meet lixin at esplanade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We happened to reach first. No sign of Lixin. And again, nothing so suspicious. After all, I am having so much fun with them. As we waited, we took pictures again. We sat and enjoy the night scenery of the place, surrounded by tall buildings on the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENED AGAIN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw two body figure holding a cake and walking towards us, singing a bdae song. I thought it was someone's bdae again.. But I realised, it was Lixin and KHAIRUL!! hahaa.. Another DPA mate of mine. omg.. That was the sweetest part and the highlight of the day for me. They still bought me a cake which didnt cross my mind at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lixin asked 'After so many surprises, how come u not suspicious abt this too?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly never expected it. It was 10pm. And everyone just finished their meal. Since i got a wonderful surprise by my friends, why wud i expect more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so they sang together for me. With passerby looking.. Quite embarrassing but hey, Its my one &amp;amp; only 18th bdae! I am so lucky i got friends that care for me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the big guy, Khairul had waited for abt 3hours for us to finish our meal at pizza hut. hahaha .He was there since 6pm. I felt so guilty. but how was i supposed to know? it was a surprise!! I enjoyed the cake. which is my 2nd cake alrdy.. Thanks for the cake &amp;amp; the WAIT! haahhaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the big guy arnd, we continued with our cam-whoring activity. He is definitely good at it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YA!! not to forget , while i was opening lixin &amp;amp; joey's present. Khairul took the remaining of the cake... guess what??? it was on my face!! nice!!! u watch out !!! But i certainly had fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a memorable &amp;amp; enjoyable moments of my 18th bdae. I will never forget them.. Love u guys!! n thanks alot. I know my gratitude is nothing compared to what u guys did. But i must sae i appreciate it!! all of it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hugs* :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DPA RAWKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-3593867242249299181?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/3593867242249299181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/07/18th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3593867242249299181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3593867242249299181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/07/18th-birthday.html' title='18th Birthday'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SlYcGRvXE9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/oyUA38Sfxog/s72-c/Image0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-6275220242895137587</id><published>2009-06-29T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:24:42.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To those who have been asking abt y am i not updating...  HERE I AM!! im writing ok!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been busy lately. Projects n&amp;amp; all. Lucky thing one of the project is submitted.. What a relieve!! But i am kinda pissed off with some of my group mates. I dont wanna mention names but i got one more dreadful project with them. Call me a sucker, i dont care.. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there is this issue I feel like talking about. I have friends who hate life n all.. They sae the world hates them n all that kinda shitty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest. I understand how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I've been there. Life for me was like hell for the past 2 years. Close to hell.. haha. I almost lost someone or something we had. AND it is NOT Boy-Girl R'ship please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stayed strong &amp;amp; tried to fix it although sometimes i felt like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I believed in hope &amp;amp; faith. I stayed strong bcoz of people I love &amp;amp; loves me. I may not have alot of people who love me but my family is the most important thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Without them, I am nothing. I live my life for them. (abit emo right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never easy. It is unfair all the time. Its up to us to make good out of it. The world is filled with hatred &amp;amp; violence. No doubt abt that. So does that mean we should be the same? It will only make it worse. I am not angelic or anything like that. But i think its stupid to start being rebellious &amp;amp; talk nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say they hate themselves. Well, no wonder life is hard for them &amp;amp; the world hates them. Coz even they dont love themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Life can only be better if u love urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in choosing the right friends &amp;amp; right path to take. They r many choices in our lives. So we decide which route we wanna take. If we happen to be at the wrong route, it is never too late to get back on track. As long as you still breathe, nothing is impossible.. EXCEPT coming back from the dead!! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing right friends doesnt mean that u can only make friends with certain people. But more like u can mingle with everyone. But the ones that can help u thrue everything r the ones u shld treasure. Trust the right people.. that is all im saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life has to go on.. Live it to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that is all i have to say for tonight. Hugs &amp;amp; kisses!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-6275220242895137587?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/6275220242895137587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-those-who-have-been-asking-abt-y-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6275220242895137587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6275220242895137587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-those-who-have-been-asking-abt-y-am.html' title='To those who have been asking abt y am i not updating...  HERE I AM!! im writing ok!!'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-6150639932950953591</id><published>2009-06-12T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:59:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandeep lost to Rafiqa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SjJ6AkhrJjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/InhOmLmHSmk/s1600-h/winning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346469857865705010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SjJ6AkhrJjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/InhOmLmHSmk/s400/winning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can beat me la mandeep.. Not even u lor. hahaha.. I won u in a game. I can make u stress.. Make u feel guilty. Bully u.. haahahaha... Whatelse can i not do? Aren't u just happy u got to know me as a friend??? haha!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can u see mandeep's face??? Stress already coz he loss!! hahaha.. I got 6 kings left.. He got nothing man.. hahahaha.. Sorry dude.. I am just too nice. lol.. Even he agreed in MSN. (picture below) hahaah.. He was like 'I hate u' N then he replied.... (see for yourself) well, no one can resist me. Lucky, i never post in Facebook. im not that mean la... but still i am.. abit!! hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i learn that from u also. MAndeep meanie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SjJ6XpZHINI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9zywCRivuSA/s1600-h/iqa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346470254308958418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SjJ6XpZHINI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9zywCRivuSA/s400/iqa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chill mandeep!!! ur time will come. but dont b too mean to me hor!! hhahaa.. &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/1838975584668222275-6150639932950953591?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/6150639932950953591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/mandeep-lost-to-rafiqa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6150639932950953591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6150639932950953591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/mandeep-lost-to-rafiqa.html' title='Mandeep lost to Rafiqa'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SjJ6AkhrJjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/InhOmLmHSmk/s72-c/winning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-3719625548021157979</id><published>2009-06-07T13:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:35:36.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gals Getting wet &amp; wild!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitMPuEjrdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fk7aCgn-i0U/s1600-h/DSCN1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344449215754120658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitMPuEjrdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fk7aCgn-i0U/s320/DSCN1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL1PQMGyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hYA9U2Fs56k/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448760804809506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL1PQMGyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hYA9U2Fs56k/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL06Ddw2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EX4T_OcVULU/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448755114296162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL06Ddw2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EX4T_OcVULU/s320/23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL0jnMuGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OxgWNgSo6GA/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448749090158690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL0jnMuGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OxgWNgSo6GA/s320/42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL0ki08mI/AAAAAAAAADs/KCrzxoEWdVQ/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448749340258914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL0ki08mI/AAAAAAAAADs/KCrzxoEWdVQ/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL0cHgaQI/AAAAAAAAADk/839cPzrM8nI/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344448747078183170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitL0cHgaQI/AAAAAAAAADk/839cPzrM8nI/s320/21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitO-fHt7FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1EWPDU9b2gk/s1600-h/slide+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344452218217950290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitO-fHt7FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1EWPDU9b2gk/s320/slide+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An awesome trip to Wild2 wet with my dear Pri &amp;amp; Sec sch friends.. &gt;Surah&lt;suhaila&gt;JAcinta&lt;me&gt; I certainly enjoyed myself. Especially the part we were at the foam pool. AND not to forget, The samsung slide up. (i think that is what it is called). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 of them tried it for the first time. At first, they didnt wanna try. but then, Surah said 'Eh, lets try that ride ar. I have the confidence now. Let's go!! Come on .. Before i change my mind'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shocked!! Cant believe this. She is certainly not the type that likes to try thrilling &amp;amp; aggresive rides. But i admired the courage. So i agreed. Its not my first time but 4-5th i guess. (Chey!! boast sey ika) hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were queueing, the 3 of them started to change their mind. Especially jaja &amp;amp; surah. Hahaa.. The butterflies started coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaja even said she didnt wanna go. But i tried my best to influence &amp;amp; motivate her to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, it was worthwhile. We ALL managed to get up that ride. I took with surah. while susu n jaja. WE had to bring up the buoy up to about a normal 3rd floor. That sucks!!! it was damn heavy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were up with the facilitator. He gave instructions, ' SPREAD UR LEGS'.. hahaha. It is quite uncomfortable when u spread ur legs &amp;amp; face each other. But it was with surah. So it was ok. The previous time i went, I was facing a guy... that is truly awkward!! hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the facilitator pushed us down, Surah started SCREAMING!!! n i mean , SCREAM!!!!! continuously... She didnt stop siol....I couldnt even shout.. I panicked... hahaah.. The ride wasnt that scary but her screaming was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the facilitator stationed down there said, 'eh, awak punya pekik leh heart attack sey. Bukan awak heart attack,saya yang heart attack. ' AHAHAHAAHAA!!! i laughed.. So cute!!! hahaa.. sorry surah!!! i cudnt take it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good experience for u surah!! dont 4get!! we still got GMAX!! muaahahaa... ur bdae is coming too.. I cant wait!!! Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-3719625548021157979?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/3719625548021157979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/gals-getting-wet-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3719625548021157979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3719625548021157979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/gals-getting-wet-wild.html' title='Gals Getting wet &amp; wild!'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitMPuEjrdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fk7aCgn-i0U/s72-c/DSCN1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-6718943491912033717</id><published>2009-06-07T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:05:49.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manohara Odelia Pinot - Indonesian hot babe tortured &amp; raped by his husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitHf3ZsL1I/AAAAAAAAADc/RczAwMosnxQ/s1600-h/manohara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344443995578445650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitHf3ZsL1I/AAAAAAAAADc/RczAwMosnxQ/s400/manohara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can u believe this? She is actually 17 years old. Omg.. She is so gorgeous &amp;amp; hot. She got married to Tengku Fakry (known to me as a motherFUCKER) at age 15 when he is about 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be a prince. But he has no F*cking right to torture her &amp;amp; rape her. Even though they are husband &amp;amp; wife. But that Bastard should not force her to have sex when she doesnt want to. Not only that, He even use force on her &amp;amp; abuse her. He treats her like a toy. WTF!! Who he thinks he is?? Some kind of Goddess!! OMG!! I HATE HIM SO MUCH. Inhumane!! She suffered for 2 years before she managed to escape from his hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever see him, I would burn his private part!! hahahaha... Omg. im so violent. OF coz... This is human rights &amp;amp; to stand up for all the ladies there.. We are not TOYS!! We haf feelings too.. No one can force us to do anything against our will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if he is her husband..We haf rights too!! N we should not b tortured.. DAMN U FAKRY!! U WILL GO TO HELL!!! hahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope manohara will never get back with him &amp;amp; continue her career as a model. She has potential &amp;amp; she is definitely hot!!! U GO GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;As for u fakry, hope he goes to prison &amp;amp; ROT there... WOOHHOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. I got a wedding to attend to @ lagoon sari.. YUM YUM!! FOOD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-6718943491912033717?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/6718943491912033717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/manohara-odelia-pinot-indonesian-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6718943491912033717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/6718943491912033717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/06/manohara-odelia-pinot-indonesian-hot.html' title='Manohara Odelia Pinot - Indonesian hot babe tortured &amp; raped by his husband'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SitHf3ZsL1I/AAAAAAAAADc/RczAwMosnxQ/s72-c/manohara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-3109296198997160531</id><published>2009-05-28T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:16:09.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day @ his house</title><content type='html'>The whole week was a disaster except wednesday. Met up with my darling, surah... She's alwaez there when i need her. Or at least most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end early tt day. So decided to meet her up. instead of going out, she invited me to her friend's house. Or more like, Shawn her classmate, my friend too invited me to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what the trio alwaez do after sch. (SURAH,FAHMY,SHAWN) hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed in aljunied. So i had to travel all the way there from sch, tamp.&lt;br /&gt;When i reach that station, I felt foreign to the place. I've never been to that part of singapore. Or at least, i think i hadnt. haaha.. I see alot of foreigners there. esp Chinaman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surah picked me up from there. We walked, gossip (as usual), &amp;amp; laughed. Thats what we do best. We never run out of topics to talk about. Thats y i love her so much. we just share everything. our life. feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I trust her so much. Better than i trust myself honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His house was quite nice. A lot of antique stuff. It didnt look like a chinese house. I mean It looked more like a malay house. I think its because of the furnitures &amp;amp;  decorations. He doesnt have an altar too. No offence. There's no distinction btwn chinese n malay house. Just that, it looks more like malay. haha.. really difficult to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His room was amazing. Its decorated, surrounded by figurines. I must emphasized that his figurines are not cheap. Its original. Like CHUCKY!! (damn scary) ,freddy krueger etc. Its like hundreds of figurines. He even has the collection of justice league. Which according to him was difficult to find. I wished he had gremlins.. The good one of coz.. it wud be so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in the room with surah. Chatting away. Laughing n all. while the guys in another room stuck to the comp.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile , we went to eat at a nearby coffee shop. there was more interaction btwn 4 of us. Surah was facing the guy. ehem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that that guy perspires when he eats. haha.. He's like bathing. haha.. I was hoping surah would go n wipe his sweat. But of coz not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnd 5plus, 6pm, I made my way back home as i thought of studying for my mid sem test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i got home, I was SICK!! I had headache. Slight fever. sore throat. cough. What cud b worse.. I felt too weak to do anything. So i swallowed 2paracetamol &amp;amp; went for an hour nap. by 9pm, i woke up again &amp;amp; luckily, it felt better. so I went online. Chat with a vomit promoter. hahaa.. he gave me tips but i wasnt up for it. Too scared. haaha.. But i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-3109296198997160531?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/3109296198997160531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-his-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3109296198997160531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3109296198997160531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-his-house.html' title='A day @ his house'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-8217321361746817386</id><published>2009-05-21T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:12:33.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying of Boredom!! Im in need of a day out... to haf fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/ShV9YwgvhbI/AAAAAAAAADU/wKctlpnssMg/s1600-h/gal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338310797610157490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/ShV9YwgvhbI/AAAAAAAAADU/wKctlpnssMg/s320/gal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg.. I cant believe this.. 5months have passed since i joined Temasek Poly. Some will be wondering why 5months. Bcoz i enrolled in Jan through DPA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont even realise how fast it has been. Time passed.. Mid-Sem test coming up. N then, i will deserve my 2weeks break/hols. I cant wait for tt. Im desperate for entertainment &amp;amp; enjoyment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought poly was relaxed &amp;amp; fun. It is but time is already spent in school until about 5 everyday. And projects coming up. No time for myself. Certainly not that relaxing. haha... Not for my school of BUSINESS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my Sec sch days!! I miss my gals.. (Safira, Insyirah,Assurah) Love u guys lots.. Its like i breathe thrue them.. haha.omg.. thats super crap! Anw thats not all.. I miss my colleagues. Sometimes i miss working too. Steaming milk... Taking orders at cashier(MY FAVOURITE) hahha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's alot of things i wish to do... But i have no time. Or should i say, Not yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go town with friends till late night. Karaoke... Swimming @ Sentosa.. It wil be awesome to go Zouk. damn!! i miss it tt time... Should have gone!! wif Surah! Even though its a underage party tingy, it doesnt matter. I mean its not like i drink... Not to forget, CHALETS!! BBQ!!! SHOPPING TOO!! With my gals.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life starts to change...I will have to start adapting to it. I will have to find other ways to get my enjoyment. I haf enough 2 years suffering in sec sch for my major Exams. Now,its over. I need to make up for those time.. haha.. (apee jee ika) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-8217321361746817386?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/8217321361746817386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/dying-of-boredom-im-in-need-of-day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8217321361746817386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8217321361746817386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/dying-of-boredom-im-in-need-of-day-out.html' title='Dying of Boredom!! Im in need of a day out... to haf fun!!'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/ShV9YwgvhbI/AAAAAAAAADU/wKctlpnssMg/s72-c/gal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-5379800271857595671</id><published>2009-05-16T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:34:26.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Green Room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sg5p9f7K8jI/AAAAAAAAAC8/luDgn4GdmgI/s1600-h/Image0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336319113743233586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sg5p9f7K8jI/AAAAAAAAAC8/luDgn4GdmgI/s320/Image0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sg5p9f330PI/AAAAAAAAADE/zqP05CPPebY/s1600-h/Image0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336319113729396978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sg5p9f330PI/AAAAAAAAADE/zqP05CPPebY/s320/Image0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sg5p9hU8atI/AAAAAAAAADM/_-MmreOd7MM/s1600-h/Image0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336319114119768786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/Sg5p9hU8atI/AAAAAAAAADM/_-MmreOd7MM/s320/Image0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last..Im in YISHUN!! Its been a tiring week. Shifting &amp;amp; all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, MY ROOM IS PAINTED GREEN!! Lime Green &amp;amp; Dark Green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good combination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to show my art skill on my wall. But its not permanent. Just having fun with the wall. As u can see from the pix above. I took a pix of the mixture of green paint i experimented on. Nice isnt it!! KAWAII NE!! heheh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today , all the furnitures will be sent in. WoohOO!! NEW BED &amp;amp; NEW MATTRESS!! ITS BIG for 2 person... What can i sae?? its queen bed... But the house is not fully renovated yet. Bcoz the house is not yet under my parents name. (that bcoz we move in early) Early june then it will b mine. (my parents i mean) By then, the house will be fully renovated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope everything will go well. Cant wait for everything to go back to normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw b4 this, I was staying for a week @ pasir ris chalet. Pictures will b uploaded soon. Including the pix of my room(painted fully) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-5379800271857595671?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/5379800271857595671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-green-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/5379800271857595671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/5379800271857595671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-green-room.html' title='My Green Room!'/><author><name>R.A. 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Im depressed!&lt;br /&gt;What more can i say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my new home has tons of problem. From this to that. I dont know what the Fucking Agents are doing.. But they certainly dont know how to do their work. What's worse is that there's this agent that is trying to cheat on our money. wth!! N think we r so dumb! HELLO!! DONT MESS AROUND WITH THE RAZIB's FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;The problem now is that the tenant in the house wont go out from the house because they havent find a new one (which according to their agent, they have.) And my family on the other hand have to get out of my house by sat evening. So we are stuck in the middle! Dont know where to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing is that i got alot of things to be done. I got quiz, presentation coming up on mon. Not only that, I got interview! I even have to wear formal for that . Tailored pants/ skirt with long sleeve collared shirt. I love to wear formal. Its just that i packed all the formal wear in the boxes. Now, i cant find it. this sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to some of my friends who tried to cheer me up in sch n all. Appreciate it! it shows that they do care for me. I just cudnt b so moody n all. So i tried my best to show a smile on my face &amp;amp; be the crazy loud gal. haha.. Its obvious when im moody actually. partly bcoz i will go damn quiet.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1am!! i got to sleep... tmrw is another day of shifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-8411541410245768261?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/8411541410245768261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-hell-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8411541410245768261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/8411541410245768261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-hell-of-day.html' title='One hell of a day!'/><author><name>R.A. 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I just wanna get over it &amp;amp; done with. Its a pain to leave a place u haf been staying. Although it might not be that long. Im just tired of shifting. I've shifted 4-5 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that, i have to start all over again &gt; getting to know the place &amp;amp; familiar with the surrounding/environment. I used to stay in yishun but i've forgotten the buses &amp;amp; all. It has been 7years. omg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, i have something to look forward to when i shift there. I know i have my primary friends and someone whom i know there too. lol. u dont haf to know. Quite excited actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how life would be like for me there. Will it be better? or worse? I've gone through a lot of hard times in hougang. I wanna have a better future in my new home. Life in Hougang has been mostly hell. Except for when it came to my 'N' level. For those who knew will understand. I've had the worse time of my life in hougang as well as the best. And when i shift, im bringing those good memories with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i believe there's something about my house in hougang that is unusual. believe it or not, the house im living had 5 different owners for the past 20years. Ever since i stayed in this house, many terrible things has happened. Not anything ghostly or scary. But more to like relationship, happiness in my family's life was badly affected. Is it coincidence or..??? u know what i mean. Look on the bright side, im shifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll hope for the best in yishun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-3362707296252742390?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/3362707296252742390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-be-happy-or-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3362707296252742390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/3362707296252742390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-be-happy-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be happy or not to be?'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-1313840815596203786</id><published>2009-04-23T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:35:06.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Bonding- HTM orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SfCKhwyMbJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v1oz3o0CIxg/s1600-h/1H03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327910671815044242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SfCKhwyMbJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v1oz3o0CIxg/s320/1H03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SfBG4CiB2BI/AAAAAAAAACs/2BYXdXEViwY/s1600-h/IMAG0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327836287745513490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SfBG4CiB2BI/AAAAAAAAACs/2BYXdXEViwY/s320/IMAG0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhaustion, Fun, Laughter &amp;amp; Teamwork is what I would describe the orientation. It was on 22April @ 5pm. Funny isnt it? An orientation at that time. Even i didnt want to go at first.&lt;br /&gt;But i certainly didnt regret going for the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,I managed to bond with half the class only.( since only half the class went)&lt;br /&gt;I came for the orientation for the sake of the class. Unfortunately, some didn't bother to turn up. I needed to get to know them closer. After all, thats my class for the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw to those who went, I had much fun with them. It turned out that they were friendly and funny too. The games that we did required a lot of teamwork. So that made us bond faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the orientation was the mascot game. We need to dress up one of our classmate to represent our class. So yan en was the mascot. haha. the picture is above! Sorry but its not that clear. He's actually a bride.. lol. with boobs &amp;amp; undergarment. CUTE isnt it?? The undergarment even has a sign ? on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we haf our class cheer. Quite lame actually. But we had to come up with a cheer within half an hour. impromptu i would sae. The unique part about our cheer is that its in JAPAN!! actually only some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xi shua-shua, xi shua-shua,xi shua-shua, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kakkoii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xi shua-shua,xi shua-shua,xi shua-shua, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xi shua-shua xi shua-shua, xi shua-shua, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sugoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xi shua-shua xi shua-shua,xi shua-shua, KONG SA ( 03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!!! lame rite.. there's an action for it too. The one highlighted in green is the jap word. it means handsome/preety,cute &amp;amp; good respectively...&lt;br /&gt;There's a continuation to the cheer but not tt interesting. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation lasted for about 6hours. It ended at 11pm. damn late la.. Lucky i got the last bus at TP. I didnt want to take CAB. too ex.. Furthermore, I need to buy alot of Textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i feel the orientation was not planned properly. How could they planned it so late without taking into consideration whether we got bus to go home?&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends didnt have buses to go home. No choice but to take cab. pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i would lik to share about the orientation.&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/1838975584668222275-1313840815596203786?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/1313840815596203786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/class-bonding-htm-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/1313840815596203786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/1313840815596203786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/class-bonding-htm-orientation.html' title='Class Bonding- HTM orientation'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SfCKhwyMbJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/v1oz3o0CIxg/s72-c/1H03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-2431318084151255040</id><published>2009-04-20T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:16:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of School</title><content type='html'>What can be much worse than 4hours of lecture on the 1st day of school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tiring day but i enjoyed my 4hours of break too.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i would be having tutorials. But in the morning, a message was passed that they will be no tutorials the whole week. So in the end, the 1st lecture was 4 hours away from the 2nd one. So damn long.&lt;br /&gt;But it was enjoyable though coz the five of us(me,joeyee,li xin,huixian&amp;amp;alexsondra) went to the library to chill, bistro to eat ice cream waffles &amp;amp; CHAT ALOT!! thats wat we do best.. Basically, we talked about labour(pregnancy), guys, CCA etc. Nothing so serious. hehe.. I just realised that i might love this bunch of ppl. Partly because they are open &amp;amp; easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my class, i dont deny that its still new &amp;amp; maeb they are just shy. Since 1st impression is important, they are certainly not the kind of ppl i was expecting. I took the initiative to introduce myself yet they dont seem to b bothered. However, i met some that are friendly &amp;amp; humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope that as time goes by, our relationship will get better. I will definitely wanna get to know them. But if they are still stuck up, then i cant b bothered too. hahahaha!! wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-2431318084151255040?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/2431318084151255040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2431318084151255040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2431318084151255040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of School'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-2438694348187411371</id><published>2009-04-18T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:01:10.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing DPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SejDOKWpoTI/AAAAAAAAACg/-vQEXOof5Ns/s1600-h/n614148485_1420103_250056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325721207430553906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SejDOKWpoTI/AAAAAAAAACg/-vQEXOof5Ns/s400/n614148485_1420103_250056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SejC3_F1UII/AAAAAAAAACY/iKyqosGKRTU/s1600-h/n614148485_1420103_250056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS THEM!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2months of bonding, the DPA humans are all going separate ways. wth! We have so much love with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What im gonna miss??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Going lunch together @ KFC, MAC, SCH canteen.&lt;br /&gt;-Khairul Ashraf always disturbing jessica ALBA.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Abi's signature quote- THATS A LIE!! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;-the mushy mushy galfren tingy wif SEAH LI XIN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Allen n Khairul Ashraf's romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-THE GALS!!! we bull we shit.. we just cant stop bullshitting n laugh our lungs out when we see each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bitching session( just kidding!! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-THE GUYS!! they r the best ppl to make us laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DPA- T02 is something that can never be replaced. Even with our new classmates, it will never be the same. (time for u to sae awwwwww.....)lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We share the joy ,laughter &amp;amp; failures together. Failures in the sense of the 'amazing race' n such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn! Dylan quek is leaving for SP. wth... evryone is not happy wif it. But we haf to respect his decision.. its his future. his life. we hope he doesnt forget us n achieve the best there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DPA F.U.C.K!!!! ( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;riends &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;eep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-2438694348187411371?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/2438694348187411371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-dpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2438694348187411371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2438694348187411371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-dpa.html' title='missing DPA'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SejDOKWpoTI/AAAAAAAAACg/-vQEXOof5Ns/s72-c/n614148485_1420103_250056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-2179561222330342365</id><published>2009-04-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:57:17.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im doomed</title><content type='html'>One problem after the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day for me. omg.. Im so doomed.&lt;br /&gt;2weeks to getting out of my house &amp;amp; the new house got problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker!! The owner of the house has a bankruptcy record.&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult to sell a house with such a record unless there's a&lt;br /&gt;lawyer. But that wont guarantee the house will b sold. dumb ass!&lt;br /&gt;it depends on the type of bankruptcy. wth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HDB do not allow the owner to sell the house, i haf to start searching for a new one?? WTF!! FINDING A HOUSE IS LIKE FINDING A SOULMATE!! its not an easy task. trust me on this. i've been shifting 4 freaking times!&lt;br /&gt;It isnt enjoyable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I do have a place to stay. Which is at that new house too. Since it is vacant, We will stay there. ITS HIS FAULT!! he should bear for it. So if in the case that the house is not going to be sold to us, We will stay there FOR FREE till we find a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2weeks sia!! oh my oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i swear too much in this post.. just cudnt take it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-2179561222330342365?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/2179561222330342365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-doomed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2179561222330342365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2179561222330342365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-doomed.html' title='Im doomed'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-585270019648663621</id><published>2009-04-14T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:48:24.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeQGqN5s7NI/AAAAAAAAABw/8ThyRc4Vbfw/s1600-h/DSCF2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324387981814721746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeQGqN5s7NI/AAAAAAAAABw/8ThyRc4Vbfw/s200/DSCF2334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeQGp4_TSLI/AAAAAAAAABo/sR0XwDckxVw/s1600-h/DSCF2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324387976201062578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeQGp4_TSLI/AAAAAAAAABo/sR0XwDckxVw/s200/DSCF2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shop,Shop,Shop Til u DROP!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MANGO,FOREVER 21,GUESS,Esprit,COTTON ON, ZARA etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg.. I'll go crazy over those stuff... If only i got a million dollars...haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One fine Sunday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My galfren,Surah wanted to go shopping but end up with both of us carrying shopping bags.. THANKS ALOT SURAH!! coz im almost broke!! haha. jkjk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, my pay day is coming..$$$$$$$$!!! But not for spending.. Actually, i thought of buying ZARA skirt.. its 75bucks.. Worth it for a branded stuff ( not that i go for it) Yet it is irresistible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop, time to EAT!! guess where it is??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PIZZA HUT!! YUM YUM!! (DIE DIE DIE!! $$$) but wasnt so bad. quite affordable. haha.. We saw 2Mats. They were lik monsters. Eating 2 baked rice, 1 big pizza &amp;amp; managed to finish it all.. wth!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was meeting my gf's shufflers friends.. The funny thing is the first word that came out from their mouth was FUCK U!! omg.. It that how aliens say hello... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry surah.. dont b offended!! just kidding dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats how i spend my weekend! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shopping is a gal's best friend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-585270019648663621?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/585270019648663621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping-spree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/585270019648663621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/585270019648663621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!!'/><author><name>R.A. FIQA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953907287367297794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeixBnn3RZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/L1orBHYmMZQ/S220/2797_66263658485_614148485_1530850_7587747_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeQGqN5s7NI/AAAAAAAAABw/8ThyRc4Vbfw/s72-c/DSCF2334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838975584668222275.post-5292561367218363893</id><published>2009-04-11T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:52:41.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight has ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAvthBBVdI/AAAAAAAAABg/qC6okr8i8YM/s1600-h/stb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323307218555196882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAvthBBVdI/AAAAAAAAABg/qC6okr8i8YM/s200/stb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAvtUyQb1I/AAAAAAAAABY/B8s5vkeIb3s/s1600-h/cbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323307215272046418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAvtUyQb1I/AAAAAAAAABY/B8s5vkeIb3s/s200/cbg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAu8irOp2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/x4ZxF81ASaA/s1600-h/boh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323306377187075938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAu8irOp2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/x4ZxF81ASaA/s200/boh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAtiyWh4aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gFQBHlddtl4/s1600-h/cbtl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323304835206996386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXstNOQ2wzg/SeAtiyWh4aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gFQBHlddtl4/s200/cbtl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RAFIQA HAS SURRENDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more fighting btwn Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Starbucks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haf enough of it KHAIRUL ASHRAF!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;always argue about which is better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on! its not lik we owned the cmpny.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergi mampos sama dorg! haha&lt;br /&gt;wah.. minah siol! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LETS CALL IT PEACE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i haf to say COFFEE BEAN'S ICE BLENDED DRINK IS THE FIRST IN THE WORLD!! lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok.. DONT START!!!  &lt;/div&gt;Or I WONT STOP!! muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-5292561367218363893?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/5292561367218363893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/fight-has-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/5292561367218363893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/5292561367218363893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/fight-has-ended.html' title='The Fight has ended'/><author><name>R.A. 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Thanks to SURAHSSS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do ppl write in BLOG anyway?? haha... They report what happen and tt kinda stuff.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me see. Right now, im chatting n listening to my dad karaoke.. haha. BORING!! no life sia write lik this.. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all im saying! i'll tell more as time goes by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look out for the next post&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838975584668222275-2245735948626658665?l=shithappenstoall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/feeds/2245735948626658665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-i-feel-like-noob-never-bothered-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2245735948626658665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838975584668222275/posts/default/2245735948626658665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shithappenstoall.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-i-feel-like-noob-never-bothered-to.html' title='WoohOO!! At last, i&apos;ve got a blog!'/><author><name>R.A. 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