<?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-16217819</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:20:19.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wicked *Witch~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-116313750416360073</id><published>2006-11-10T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:45:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i done.. i dunt wanna hurt anyone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;was it?&lt;br /&gt;it's not about me&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously&lt;br /&gt;if you won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;i can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that u know that I'm telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to beg, because I'm not that desperate&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't do it for some reason&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one planning&lt;br /&gt;This things happened to me a lot&lt;br /&gt;I've been forcing myself not to let my tears roll down because of sumthing that I didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;I've been forcing myself to stay strong not only for me, but everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about me for all I care&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't hurt them unless it's not on purpose but came out emotionally&lt;br /&gt;We should have trust and faith, believe each other&lt;br /&gt;give everyone a chance, because everyone needs it&lt;br /&gt;human are not perfect, we make mistakes, a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaa I'm sorrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;I never think of hurting anyone.....&lt;br /&gt;Let me be hurt, don't let it happen to the ones that I love...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-116313750416360073?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/116313750416360073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/116313750416360073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-have-i-done-i-dunt-wanna-hurt.html' title='what have i done.. i dunt wanna hurt anyone...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-116307814011454379</id><published>2006-11-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:15:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the world~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long time since i post. haih, Class is on, short week, so every subject is going to crammed up. My classes = Design Process, Malaysian History, Multimedia Authoring and Spanish. Yeah I'm taking Spanish with my beloved Spanish teacher cum roomie, Mia. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, b4 that, my birthday was on Sunday, a day b4 my class started. Mia's the 1st to wish me. Duh~ . At first I thought people won't remember... but it was alright. Thnx Mia... Actually I want to thank everyone who wish for me and to those who gave me sumthing. Thnx guys~!!!!!! I love u guys soooooo much....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm already 19, but I don't think i looked like one, hohoho. Just wanna wish happy bday to all NOVEMBER PEOPLE~!!!!!!!! We're like the best.. don't you agree??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;List of people born in November... if I'm not mistaken la....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hb : Ash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3hb : Zaxx &amp; Ejad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4hb : Timmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5hb : Nabilah &amp;amp; Aman n Fairuz SMKBI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6hb : Ammir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10hb : Syimir &amp; Shiow Woei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12hb : Nini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14hb : Tasya &amp;amp; Hariz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15hb : Hidhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20hb : Anas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori klu ada terlepas n salah.. my reminder kat phone dah tak betul...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Class, the same, kerje byk... gila byk... n spanish... the teacher's cute... apuesto in Spanish. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god I'm sooo not in the mood rite now, I dunno why... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah forgot... went to open house mia, lepak with her sambil tgk wayang n shop shop skit a day b4, n buy converse shoes. 1st time tu.... harap harap thn lama kan.. raya tak cam raya... still tak puas ati. hoho.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well... aaaaaaaaa spanish spanish... i need help... deos mio~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bye then&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: budak skola saya... klu korang nov... tell me la ek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-116307814011454379?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/116307814011454379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=116307814011454379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/116307814011454379'/><link rel='self' 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wanna go back hostel tomorrow, but wanna wait for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to cyber, sent some stuff back, and shit the room smells like oatmeal.yuck.&lt;br /&gt;went to cyberia to pick pitt n noa for food at alamanda. changing plans, pick up elle also.&lt;br /&gt;after food *kenyang* went to carrefour to buy stuff for my beloved hostel room.&lt;br /&gt;all my stuff terabur, adeh abislah mia balik esok ni karang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demm guard tak reti tutup boot my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my godddddddddd nak balik hostel.ibu ayah mana anda?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: saya mahu jadi tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-116246876322584004?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-116246824082161066</id><published>2006-10-30T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:50:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raya ke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since i post new entry.&lt;br /&gt;like always, this hols = boriiinggg&lt;br /&gt;raya = omg i dont know why but this raya doesnt feel like raya at all.&lt;br /&gt;demmit, sakit ati tetiba plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont have the time tu tempah my new baju kurung which supposed to be black and a bit goldish.&lt;br /&gt;well i thought i dont even have the time to buy *n selama ni got no size also.&lt;br /&gt;my aunty gave her baju to me... o wat the heck, its still baju, not that im going to get naked rite?&lt;br /&gt;but then, i think 2 days b4 raya, went to ampang park with my parents n went to first lady.&lt;br /&gt;got one baju kurung. waaaa got size... haha. rm 200, budget for this raya. ok la tu, last year takde pon.&lt;br /&gt;got one baju raya, 4 tudung, n one heels. suka suki je aku pki heels.&lt;br /&gt;one thing after another, what i know is that my raya doesnt feel like ray at all. demm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiseh, then 4th day of raya, parents when to indonesia oredi. im left alone *not really* in my house with my brother. boring again~! o well wat to do. dah nasib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bosan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-116246824082161066?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/116246824082161066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=116246824082161066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/116246824082161066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/116246824082161066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya-ke.html' title='raya ke?'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-116000067394570303</id><published>2006-10-05T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:24:33.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gila best dance~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaa gila lama tak dance....&lt;br /&gt;i went to kem's house with que for some dancing&lt;br /&gt;well, i called it the routine making coz i dunt really dance,&lt;br /&gt;just trying the routines that we gonna have after a long time&lt;br /&gt;we did im a slave for u from britney..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we actually have a deep talk about so u think u can dance...&lt;br /&gt;about malaysia having their own SYTYCD show&lt;br /&gt;not all malaysians can dance like americans...&lt;br /&gt;they are like soooo cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well dance dance happy happy&lt;br /&gt;went for sahur with que on the way back kat presint 9, n macam ribut&lt;br /&gt;evrything flew from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;n then, met the cyberia guys... aman yeen sume tu la&lt;br /&gt;lepak with them for a while&lt;br /&gt;then balik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to practice with the routine myself, mesti gempak gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters then....&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-116000067394570303?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/116000067394570303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=116000067394570303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/116000067394570303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/116000067394570303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/10/gila-best-dance.html' title='gila best dance~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115995930287721273</id><published>2006-10-04T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:55:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit ati kat *teman*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i've become 'emotionally stressed and pissed off'&lt;br /&gt;pissed of with what u ask?&lt;br /&gt;with my friends.... eh wait...&lt;br /&gt;are they my friends? because if they truly are good friends, they would realize where am i...&lt;br /&gt;if not, then i can just say that they are only 'people that i know'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 11 days of ramadhan. a lot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;especially stuff that really make me.. again, pissed. test from god la on this holy month.&lt;br /&gt;coz of certain events, it keeps me wondering...&lt;br /&gt;do i have any friends?&lt;br /&gt;do they actually talk to me coz i talk to them?&lt;br /&gt;coz when im not around, there're no difference&lt;br /&gt;or am i just saying this coz my heart is broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure bout that but what im sure of is that&lt;br /&gt;im just nabilah, and the nabilah that no people will like&lt;br /&gt;im just the nabilah that they thought as an asset when help is needed or whatever&lt;br /&gt;good to have me for joy, laugh together&lt;br /&gt;and maybe all-alone-nabilah when disasters came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its wrong for me to say this, so i hope anyone can tell me the right thing&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when u walk with the one u thought ur friends&lt;br /&gt;but then i'm just like the wind blowing beside them... unseen&lt;br /&gt;well at least u can still feel the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad that there're certain people *other than my families of course*&lt;br /&gt;who actually care about me... a lot&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i dunt realise that&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dunt even know about my feelings towards the people around me&lt;br /&gt;n i mean feelings not only love as friends&lt;br /&gt;but more, n im afraid of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well&lt;br /&gt;nanti emo lagi la... hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters then... selamat berpuasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115995930287721273?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115995930287721273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115995930287721273&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115995930287721273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115995930287721273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/10/sakit-ati-kat-teman.html' title='sakit ati kat *teman*'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115709717451104125</id><published>2006-09-01T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:52:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaoru Kaoin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a cool japanese name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115709717451104125?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115709717451104125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115709717451104125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115709717451104125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115709717451104125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/09/japanese-name.html' title='japanese name'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115709707138705831</id><published>2006-09-01T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:51:11.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka bebeh~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merdeka day just passed, n this is one of the best merdeka yet that happened to me. celebration in mmu, very rare for mmu students. it was a slow start but i dunt care. got my camera, but still not good in night shots. sheesh. o well. performance from t@mu, amir n jihan. really confusing, yet artistic. den performances from bands n nanyid n choir n even from us, not officially no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting all over again. after t@mu, we have performance from Friday, which i just knew that it consist of my schoolmates n classmate. some people i know like adib, and some like i know their faces only, azim n ashraf. den performance from 3 bands which i dunno (but theres a band which consist of people from diff uni, n the vocalist is preeetttty CUTE. lalala. move on. then theres a band where every single one of them where the same colour shirt n same type of jeans.... like a costume, but what really sucks to the band is that, i think their mic were shut off. kesian. the one that ask them to perform should ready with what song theyre gonna do, prepare n stuff. mangkuk tul. no respect. nasyids good, n PA'an was there... GO PA'AN~!!!!! Photobooth perform also. but i felt weird. why? because my dear friend noa wasnt the bassist no more. pelik tgk 4 org je. takdir nak wat cemana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perform perform, dance from ics (sorry not good enuff for me...) dragosta din tei (numa numa) wrong version from a band which again i dunno, and at last. choir people~!!!!! waiting for mia, but dgn bodoh nyer.... we cannot see the choir people coz the committe for the event was in front of them. o well, at least my frens are there. we were given mini jalur gemilang and we sang all the patrotic songs. cant even hear the choirs coz we're having the time of our lives. scream n shout with the songs n stuff. n suddenly *POP*, black out. busuk gila.wait for a couple of minits, we're on again, and cont singing. haha. kelakar gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish of the night (that sentence is sooo wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we all went to eat, mamak of course gonna be full, so two cars went to McD SK, n den with god's will, we met most of our friends there. people from cyberia apartment n townhouse, hostel people. ot was a blast. rmi sgt i cant even type their names. me mia hani n niena sat in one table. we were laughing all the way... then hanim join us. the table of the singles is cool. lalala~ best gila la senang ckp. n den when mcd's closing. we all went cam whoring~ wanna take pic with one person... tak bleh... everyone just ran in front of the camera. haha. after that, plan to go to tasik, but then hujan... aiyoh sedeh. but me niena hanim n hani went on a night drive in putra *tibalah masa yg takleh dilupakan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for the night. went back to hostel n sleep. kroih kroih. its the best merdeka ever coz we spent time with our alpha frens. its been a long time since we have a great time like this. hope to have more. thats all i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;P:S/ to some people that werent there.... sori tak kol or miskol... tidak boleh kerana menghadapi kesilapan teknikal dgn diri ini... lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115709707138705831?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115709707138705831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115709707138705831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115709707138705831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115709707138705831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/09/merdeka-bebeh.html' title='merdeka bebeh~!'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115659648265108042</id><published>2006-08-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:48:02.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how un-malaysian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations nabilah, you are 70% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-2.jpg" width="279" height="300" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guy Sebastian !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ye ye je. maybe im 100% malaysian but my manners are much better than normal malaysians are??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess la....&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115659648265108042?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115659648265108042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115593226695433949</id><published>2006-08-19T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T04:17:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday reminders~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my... i'm really in need of my handphone right now.&lt;br /&gt;why? coz i want all my birthdays reminder back n also my old phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;the month of birthdays has already started, but i keep forgetting whose birthday is it today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that's the problem i'm facing right now.&lt;br /&gt;o well... what to do?&lt;br /&gt;this things happenned for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna wish happy bday to all august people.&lt;br /&gt;today its for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irwan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naqi&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;happy bday guys.&lt;br /&gt;last week its for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yap&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;happy belated bday guys.&lt;br /&gt;n later its for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;niena&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;happy be-early bday guys.&lt;br /&gt;early coz im a very VERY forgetfull person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to other august people, sorry if i dont mention ur name here, just tell me if u r.&lt;br /&gt;may u guys have a good life in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, can't wait for november...&lt;br /&gt;not bcoz its my birthday, its just that..&lt;br /&gt;its the best month coz i have a lot of friends born in this month..&lt;br /&gt;u see me post bout it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115593226695433949?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115593226695433949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115593226695433949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115593226695433949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115593226695433949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-reminders.html' title='birthday reminders~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115587689651277567</id><published>2006-08-18T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:54:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the end of the road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;here is sumthing for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matt goss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's the end of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a clear horizon&lt;br /&gt;Now the clouds are rollin' in it's disappeared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that i've always believed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how right now it all seems so unclear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consult my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it tells me that it knows There's no doubt one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand up, dust myself off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends Something begins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One line can change a story So sometimes let the line just be unsaid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride only thinks about the glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just the right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not the days ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked on shells hoped for the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta stand up, dust myself off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends Something begins, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've been travelin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the dust right off the windshield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one gets the road map to their life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life is so subjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my pain and I wanna protect it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never blinds me always reminds me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to see  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends Something begins  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of the road? When someone loses  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wins  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of the road?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;When something ends Something begins,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the end of the ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thats all for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115587689651277567?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115587689651277567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115587689651277567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115587689651277567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115587689651277567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-end-of-road.html' title='it&apos;s the end of the road...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115567331431389694</id><published>2006-08-16T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T04:21:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ntah la....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntah la.... im not sure myself...&lt;br /&gt;i dunt want to like anyone rite now...&lt;br /&gt;but if i already have.... why i like though...&lt;br /&gt;have to think bout that throughly... o well......&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say that... dillemma or confusion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just that im such a dumbass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye la~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115567331431389694?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115567331431389694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115567331431389694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115567331431389694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115567331431389694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/08/ntah-la.html' title='ntah la....'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115530001882204067</id><published>2006-08-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:10:25.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo motto bebeh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/IMG_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/IMG_2255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/lala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 215px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/lala1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/lala1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/lala2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 215px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/lala2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/lala2.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/IMG_2283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 215px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/IMG_2283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/lala2.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/lala1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaa penat ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 anything else, just wanna tell u that actually photography is a really tough job. i know that my post is a little bit late for my first photography session, still, not for my second one. yeah, just came back from sungai tekala, tekala fall in semenyih. yes semenyih people n we actually never been there, n we're quite proud of ourselves, which means me, mia n niena, the three girls who dont really get out of the house. no help from anyone, except a bit from the internet and my dad. but still, niena drove her car ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the beginning of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday after midnight i think, i asked mia about my models, and then i knew that she actually didnt really confirm about her friends being my model. without futher a do, i sms aina and asked her to ask her friends about being my model for the photoshoot. with god's permission, i have enough models. weheheheee~. unfortunately for mia, her friends whose going to be her model for her photohoot which is on the same day as mine (coz im following her with the transportation) cant make it. pity her. she still take me n my models to putrajaya... and bukit kiara ok~!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THNX MIA MY LOVEY ROOMIEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. wanna tell u guys this.... I REALLY HATE THE WEATHER IN PUTRA THAT DAY~!!!! why? because its all hazy n pictures suxx.. n i dont mind if che mat rejected (well i do but....) coz i dunt really like it myself. with the bad weather, who doesn't? o well, at least i did my job rite? Ohh~ forgot... my models are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aina, Fairuz n Timmy &lt;/span&gt;(Fatimah that is). 2 alphas and a matrik student. kekeke... did some shot here and there... and went to bukit kiara for the pusat sains negara. finish photoshoot, played with the so-called science experimenting playground (i made up that name myself), send aina and the geng home and then stayed for one night at mia's house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thnx again mia~ &lt;/span&gt;the day after that my dad pick me up, and stayed for like, 2 days at home for the holidays... cant stay long, my pc's all here in hostel n cant finish work at home, huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is all and thats about it, the 1st photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the second one, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE SUPERB GIRLS &gt; nabilah, mia n niena &lt;/span&gt;went on a waterfall hunt n photoshoot. its called sungai tekala. never been there, n my dad's not gonna send us there coz he's sick. sorry bout that dad. with the help of the internet and my dad's knowledge, we made it. actually we can simply use the road to cyberjaya, i mean half of the highway that we passed is the one to putra n cyber.... mangkok betul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive drive pass stuff drive drive... n then i realize that we actually pass the way to the waterfall. stop at a gas station, ask the kakak at the counter, get directions and we're ready to roll... again, hehe. and this is the time where we were thinking.. "omg are we there yet? are we there yet?" the kampung roadside was like such a distance, we cannot think that there's an end to it. we try to pass nirvana chinese memorial park.... and then there the memorial park... what is it? its like... THE BIGGEST AND MOST WELL KEPT GRAVEYARD KNOWN IN MALAYSIA~! by me lah. chinese graveyard that is. more long roadsssssssssssssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there we're, road where car parked....  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FALL~!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;WUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the end of it yet. parked the car, termalu skit with the officer there... enter the wrong gate, hehe. n then, climb like i-dunno-how-high-and-far-it-is-but-its-a-lot of stairs to the top of the waterfall. or we think. yada yada yada, we pick places to shoot, n i decide to climb back down... waaaaaaaaayy back down. got my space, sit with the tripod, almost fell, shoot here n there. but its quite relaxing. feet in the water and stuff. eventhough tiring, but we have fun, hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the day, we took pictures of ourselves. but b4 that, some beruk were up on our heads, n waddauknoe, mia n niena left me outside sitting in the car. haha. n what the beruk is doing.. the mommy just molest the son in front of us.... (more info ym me ok, hehe) n then we took our photos, jumping up n down n stuff,making fool of ourselves.. n waddauknow, i remember the good old times, where me mia n niena were roomates, make fun of ourselves,cam-whoring together, dancing n singing together and all that.haih~ the good old days.. hope can do all those stuff more guys~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it then, finish photoshoot, just edit some stuff n print. hope can make it. just wanna say this.... eventhou tiring, still enjoy myself. hope can spend time my me roomies again~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays~&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115530001882204067?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115530001882204067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115530001882204067&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115530001882204067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115530001882204067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/08/photo-motto-bebeh.html' title='photo motto bebeh~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115495442491368216</id><published>2006-08-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:40:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i had a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i had three beautiful sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i had more hot gurlfrens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i know how to use my camera more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i had more time in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i can spend more time with my camera and my models&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish my pictures are like the ones che mat wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;at last i wish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been more greatful for having a slr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i seek help from god and do what God ask me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and also not forget Allah in anything i do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;plz help me, i'm trying my best here, i hope i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115495442491368216?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115495442491368216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115495442491368216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115495442491368216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115495442491368216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wish.html' title='i wish~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115471101321359828</id><published>2006-08-05T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:03:33.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fren........ sangat~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i just post, but i cant stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tribute to a friend which i thought had change for what she did to some people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... its 'she' ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz grow up, ur 18... dont pretend ur good and all that and everyone likes u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u will say like this --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who r u to tell me what m i supposed to do?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i just dont care coz its not the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this time its different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who felt hurt bcoz of ur biddings r my frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i care for my frens for all i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really hard for me to control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people just burst u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time, i care for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r my fren too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurting my frens are just going to hurt urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially special people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u get me? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as i understand it myself, its up to people if hey wanna get it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i know is that, u did it twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its really bugging me, pissing me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so plz beware, or i will just burst like its the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i dont hink i care what other people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as i know that its the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115471101321359828?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115471101321359828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115471101321359828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115471101321359828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115471101321359828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/08/fren-sangat.html' title='fren........ sangat~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115470897062008523</id><published>2006-08-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:29:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T@MU Audition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to a song that really touch my heart rite now..... everytime we touch by cascada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... its been two days for t@mu mucal audition.im in charge for the music for the dance part. well actually im not the official music jaga, but ckp ckp with the director fatin, then she wants me to jaga.jaga la. then again, both of us know the we're all in this togetehr dance steps. bcoz she knows that i know the moves, i became the unofficial tiny choregrapher for the audition. its tough being a choreographer.... u have to bear with all the people. i never dance in front of people in my whole life, i mean like technical dance. haha... klaka abis. den i did sumthing i have never expected. i called mia whose actually just finish her choir ice breaking, ask her to come to the audition to have an audition with me so i can audition as well. but then, she didnt... but suprisingly, i went for the audition.i screw a lot, but i think i did quite well on the dance part.haha. i want to be n xtra. if i dont, at least i can deal with the props and stuff. like working behind the scene. its not wrong to try rite... o well. i told mia not to tell anyone bout the audition. but i post it in my blog. stupid rite? o well, atleast its from me and only some people read my blog, no worries then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching so u think u can dance.... n den watching the trailer of an upcoming movie.. again bout dance...... im so happy rite now...... dont know why, i cant really dance like good good GOOD, but i just like doing it and seing other people doing it... hope kurus la after all this dancing.... btw when im at the audition, i miss dancing with que at pitra, n que told me that only 5 people je... sedeh gila... maybe tade org coz im not there...... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. really hope can dance best gila bbai, utk kesihatan dan keseronokan yg tak berpanjangan ni.&lt;br /&gt;thats all la.... post another day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115470897062008523?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115460698872448787</id><published>2006-08-03T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:09:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unplugged MMUsic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god, sebuk gila ok. with the mmusic unplugged. n again i got deco.well agak serabut coz we have a last minute meeting so a last minit permintaan for the stuff and all. i have my junior frens helping me with the decoration... thnx to najwa, aida n yana... u guys have the best otak that i know among fcm alphas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n again last minute, syam told me that im going to be the emcee. tak guna. nervous gila. thnk god dah selesai. and actually agak ok la this unplugged.better, n the deco also better, mwahahahaha.we even have our own place for the performers to sign autographs, cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about performers&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orion, the lova-lova, right click &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muck&lt;/span&gt;. n there's this one guy, mie kot tak silap nama dier, from deja voodoo spell, he played the bass, only the bass and played some cool songs.haha. overall the performers are good, except the mc... n we finished early.haha. thnx to those who bagi pinjam ur stuff to me aaaarrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better next time.... here we come...... unplugged.... ok my brain is jam.&lt;br /&gt;see u guys on later post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115460698872448787?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115460584631852314</id><published>2006-08-01T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:50:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday bebudak bebaru ni....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna wish happy bday to my frens yg bday baru lepas... n agak terharu pasal ada budak ajak saya pi bday najwa... thnx my juniors... u guys are cool. n hepi bday to wanie anuar, n yg baru lepas, arab, helmi dzul sume.... moga panjang umur.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days....&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115460584631852314?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115460556033812077</id><published>2006-08-01T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:46:00.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major events for a new year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me again... because of the lambat ness of buat the blog, i decided to do a rough idea about my beta year events that happened recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/07/06&lt;br /&gt;ICE BREAKING aka ice breaking cmc&lt;br /&gt;-in charge of head security for females, and the misi mustahak games&lt;br /&gt;-help mia with the registration, a lot of new faces, managed to make friend with juniors&lt;br /&gt;-known as the bising donut girl&lt;br /&gt;-pissed off a bit coz having problems with the food that we promised for the 'kids', haha&lt;br /&gt;-got respond from alpha juniors when introducing dearie me, haha, poyo je aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM CMC&lt;br /&gt;-at registration table again, meet the juniors again&lt;br /&gt;-surprisingly got a post for 3rd acaa &gt; head promotion.... siot betul, berkerja bersama ridz&lt;br /&gt;-rapatkan silaturrahim with a bunch of girl juniors and have dinner with them, crazy people&lt;br /&gt;-2nd acaa post party were shown, wat malu, sib baik dont have my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM MMusic and AGM T@MU&lt;br /&gt;-2 agm in one nite&lt;br /&gt;-quite alone in mmusic coz bebudak lain duk atas, n meet my ex classmate at smkbi for 5 years.. adib~!!&lt;br /&gt;-some people shout my name for the to-be hicomms for mmusic, one of them is nue, wat terkejut aku je&lt;br /&gt;-miss the performance and rush to the room next door, t@mu pula&lt;br /&gt;-pick people for post and my name got called again by niena n hani kot, n again for promotion, n ridz (but baru dpt tau tukar so in multimedia... omg)&lt;br /&gt;-n den rush to next door mmusic, they already pick the hicoms, n im one of them, undel club ke basic event tah.... O____o&lt;br /&gt;-meeting kejap at mmusic, rush summore pi t@mu.eat sum stuff, watch ludin again (video)&lt;br /&gt;-in conclusion, two new post... mati la kau wei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM DJ Club&lt;br /&gt;-decided in being active as a member of dj club, decided to try for the dj on air again, but not dissapointed if failed, dah kene dua kali ok...&lt;br /&gt;-alone coz non of my frens interested in dj club, menyedihkan.&lt;br /&gt;-obviously no post la kan... sib baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview Day On-Air English&lt;br /&gt;-my interview is at 8 pm, got interview by zeek n kak hani&lt;br /&gt;-i cannot talk in radio, it proves.... show emotion n stuff, o well&lt;br /&gt;-den dinner with rory n khai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Club Crash Course&lt;br /&gt;-like ice breaking, got food n bought tshirt&lt;br /&gt;-play games with some people, hihi&lt;br /&gt;-announcement of dj on air, i got on call, but i prefer being in promo, hati ini mengatakan begitu&lt;br /&gt;-got two chicken chop rice and a bunch of sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Breaking MMusic Replay&lt;br /&gt;-me jaga crowd, walaupon there's no crowd..&lt;br /&gt;-in the emo group, and we suck, we really did, o well&lt;br /&gt;-got pizza n other stuff, best best&lt;br /&gt;-mengenali manusia lain, haha, byk ragam&lt;br /&gt;-jumpa budak comel, mwahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Breaking T@MU (more like gathering)&lt;br /&gt;-the girl who jaga the food, and was called makcik kantin&lt;br /&gt;-get to know other members, play game which is confusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak tak bende dah jadi dlm masa 7 minggu ni.... with all the assignments.... we have to ex[ect taht from the beginning. in conclusion, this year is going to be a buuuusssssssyyyyyyy year for me... hope i get hostel next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now, later days~&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115460556033812077?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115460556033812077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115460556033812077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115460556033812077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115460556033812077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/08/major-events-for-new-year.html' title='major events for a new year....'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-115460006685375532</id><published>2006-07-31T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:14:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year, a new day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg i never realise that its been a long time since i update my blog, i mean since like 2nd acaa. i know, im too depressed maybe. haha, well actually a lot happen from the previous fcm nite till the holidays and the ending of my alpha year. the pd trip, final exam, final works and all, appealling for hostel n stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talking bout the pd trip, there're certain things really bothers me, a lot. sometimes i really feel that i want to cry all my heart out, but just keep it to myself coz i know its not right for me or for the other party, if u get my drift. its just that i felt so left out, like evryone know this one information, n i didnt know it coz they thought that i would get pissed or something. not that im saying im pissed now, its just that, out of all people, i thought i will know about it. o well.time moves on and i want to make my life normal, so everything's fine for now, n i hope it stays like that (even though some stuff just didntcome out rite for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now im in beta year.. YAY~! beta beta beta, the year of the che mat invasion. the syllybus change, our works telah di-advance-kan by the lecturers. its also the year of spending more money. bought slr kamera (thnx ayah, luv u), more ink, bigger space in pc, and all those stuff. I'm in digital media right now. works are already flowing like the river in sunagi muar. latest assignment, 3 models and hot (chet!), and waterfall, analyze analyze analyze, typography, 3d, lectures... the usual. ooh~! not forgetting, i got to stay in hostel with my old roomie mia, unfortunately niena got her hostel lambat..... n my new roomie n alpha classmate, nadia. like her drawing, quiet but yet we get along just fine. you have to know how to talk....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during the holidays, i discover a new obsession... which is high school musical. weeeeeeeeeeeee zac efron gagagagagagagaga....~~~~~~~  so now i like fantasy adventure n sing n dance..... interesting huh..... actually hope to get the oc, but failed. no juniors... for now la ok......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its ok, cant wait for cmc, got plans in knowing seniors n juniors... masa utk cuci mata.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha, thats all for now. wanna post more later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-115460006685375532?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/115460006685375532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=115460006685375532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115460006685375532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/115460006685375532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-year-new-day.html' title='a new year, a new day....'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-114550527100615051</id><published>2006-04-20T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:54:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd ACAA @ FCM Nite~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haih~ actually b4 this wanna post my blog, but go tso little time, and so much stuff to do. So I'm posting it now, coz sumthing really great just happen to me and my friends. And what do u know.... its about 2nd ACAA @ FCM Nite!!!  For about a month (or more) CMC planned for this thing. As one of the committees, we've been doing a lot of promoting to people, having problem with the payment and all, but even with a lot of problems for the past few weeks, personally i think the night was a blast!!Me n Mia went home on Tuesday night coz she got to borrow her dad's car for the day. Slept at her house, meet her mom, eat good food cooked by kak mina (thnx kak mina). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next morning, went to the lrt station from asia jaya to the last station which is terminal putra, (jauh gila babeng ar), ate jagung kukus panas yg best, wait for mia's dad to pick us up, mia send her dad to her clinic, follow mia to do her hair, and then suddenly the day of the event, Azie called and told sumthing happen.so we have to be there paling lambat 4 pm lah.so mia take her sweet sweet time, driving to hilton, and we thought we're going to sesat or sumthing, but actually we managed to find hilton, just that mia miss a trun coz she didnt se the sign like i did. But still, we dont consider that as sesat coz i already know what road to take, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, arrived, wait for some people, go kl central to find handbag (wanna look for small one, but i dont like the material, so boring, lalala~) and found a really cheap one.nyahahahaha. there's one that i like but its over 100, so forget it. Then eat icecream, meet nadia n niena at kl central, n nadia's hair looks so long, and cool also. Went to the ballroom, berkumpul, met aishah n mc and some other seniors (crazy seniors that is). Lapar, mintak neddy beli mcd. then we get the key top our room. OMG the room is GREAT!!!!!! but its quite small for all the committees to change and all, haha. After seeing other people great dresses and make up.... actuallly i dunno what to say about that... ON WITH THE STORY THEN~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iap2 sume, went to the ballroom to the tiket nyer meja, and OMG how lovely and handsome everyone look. With suits and all, people look so well behaved (not that im saying there're not, but hey, its FCmers, quite hard to see us in formal ok, except presentations). Then after several minutes of talking with people, have to koyak the the tiket and all, tunggu vip sume, and then bermula lah event tersebut. but i was a bit frustrated masa memula masuk tu... lalla~, well anyways, lets get on with the story again, we ate gado2, some kind of soup, nasi and beberapa lauk yg agak sedap, and dessert buat yg best, klu ada icecream lagi macho. Then masa anuar zain kuar nak nyanyi, my dad lak kol kata dah smpi, so i have to turun (nak pi amik cek tuk fees), den naik balik, anuar dah naynyi lagu kedua dah, siap nyanyi ngan nabil tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Den masa formal abis kami pon jadi gila. At first masa dance tu bosan skit, pasal i couldn't find mia n evryone else, so stop kejap sume, and then meet niena n mia, n we heard the song beep. Apalagi, terjah dance floor terus. It was great~! ada yg kene tarik pasal kene dance kat tgh tgh. n den lagu my humps muncul, so the boys tolak us girls ke dalam coz they say its a girl song. Memula cam segan, after that, me n niena naik gila pasal we used to do it in the room, haha my hump wei, even mia dance with me, but i think she's behind me coz she so small n cute, susah nak nampak. We dance to some genres of music, inclucing bagra kot and dangdut.haha. Comel gila bebudak sume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoa, cool gila, we all sume menari ngan member gila, not forgetting the guys and elle nue sume, elin hilang pula.cet. And i was right, i couldn't imagine arab dance, coz he dont really go the dance floor and dance, he just go there and sit down back.cis. After dancing and leg relaxing, we went outside the ballroom, and photograpgh session began.  Gila babi la amik gamba byk gila, but me lupa nak mintak ayah camera, so rugi gak la. We even used proffesional help.hihi.After amik gambar with frens (including anak2 and adik saya). we all sume berehat sat, and den beramai ramai ke hartamas. saya cuma mahu minum air sahaja.hihi, tapi kirim elin burger pastu.beef tade, sedeh, but still, lapo nyer pasal, the burger finish of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall the event was a success, most probably bcoz it has to do with FCMers, we just know how to have fun, tapi ada limit sumelah.hihi, cant forget the night ok.next time wanna get involved again~!! COOL GILER~!!!thats all i think for now. Tired of typing.haha. Wanna go mandi and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Even thoughi i have a great time last nite, sumthing wrong. Its like sumthings missing. (thinking what is it, and figured out what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-114550527100615051?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/114550527100615051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=114550527100615051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114550527100615051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114550527100615051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/04/2nd-acaa-fcm-nite.html' title='2nd ACAA @ FCM Nite~!'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-114351449981392650</id><published>2006-03-28T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:54:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/100_2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/100_2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have u ever thought of death? i mean... instead of yours, its the death of ur loved ones. Yeah, i know evryone does.... family friends... This time i wanna talk about the death of ut frens. Well, its not like im saying that i dont think of my family, but i've already experienced it. So I skip the family part. I'm going to say about this thing using characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;fren A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;fren B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;fren C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, fren A is me, B is this one certain person n C includes all of my other frens. Ever thought a situation like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; A cares about B n C but somehow, there's sumthing special about B that makes A cares about it more. but suddenly, C told A that sumthing happen to B... and at the end, B died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On with what i'm trying to say here is that, i wonder how me n my frens reaction will be if a certain someone that i care about the most, leave the world. Probably some other friends will be like, sad, cry, or whatsoever.... but i have a vision of what will i react to this kind of thing. Some of it is, shocked like hell by hearing the news, unability to talk like normal for weeks or months, crying in the middle of the night, mourning, thinking about the person all day n nite, remember all the things that we've ddone together, and all those kind of thing. I talked about this to sumone, so most probably she (yes its a she) would understand what Im trying to say here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In conclusion, well, appreciate ur frens while u can and while ur frens are here for u. Dont think only about urself n talk n also give opinion like ur sooo rite coz u dont really notice that u, urself dont really follow ur own advise. jangan cakap tak serupa bikin, hipokrit namanyer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry to all my frens yg penah dilukai oleh hati ini.... people tend to make mistake and not realizing it. help me to improve myself from my mistakes so i could face the world along with my frens n family with a better life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : remember to post this blog after reading a blog of MC's friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-114351449981392650?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/114351449981392650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=114351449981392650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114351449981392650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114351449981392650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/03/death-thoughts.html' title='death thoughts...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-114306093177371992</id><published>2006-03-23T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T04:55:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kebaboom!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last nite is probably one of those nights that I'm not going to forget. Having quite a boring day during the day, I got a pretty interesting day at night. Well day time, the usual stuff... only that i know how to use adobe premier, but not an expert yet, still waiting n hoping n also not forgetting about the internet connection in my room. I dont think mia's hub like my wyre, coz when i connected it to the main point, the connection is good. Maaannnnn i miss internet so much, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well at night time, i got a call from Elynn asking me to teman her to take her dad at klia, coz syam got 'problem'.. haha. Kidding syam. I was in the room looking at joshua jackson's cute face in D1 *the mighty ducks when i got the phone call. I was back home from ikuting kdo elle alya nini n kak aiman swimming in cyberia. Shower and all, ready to jemput mr papa elin. Then this is when the good stuff begin. When me n elin arrived at the 1st toll on our way to klia, the engine stop, right in front of the counter with some cars behind n also a lorry. hhu. Thank god there're two guys help us push the car aside. Overheated again i guess. Then we start the engine, happy again with the car n suddenly.... the tyre BURST!! cis... hampes tul.... risau pasal engine, tayar pula nak wat hal. so elin called her dad n syam n i called the plusline person so they came to us to look at our tyre n engine. They said that the car cannot be drive anymore.. dangerous. Then syam helmi elle nue n naqi arrived with bottles of water for the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couples of minutes after that, waiting for the non existed tow truck, car guessing game, jibin pulak arrived with naqi's car. After vaious of activities like bubble blowing n bursting, eating n drinking n cat playing... elic's dad find out that the car cannot be drive, just like the plus guy told us. O well... plan again n again... syam n elin send her dad back to klia so they took the taxi home. Me jibin naqi elle nue n helmi went back to campus (but b4 that we ate at putra). OMG even with the people in the car squash like sardines, we still have fun, singing n stuff *coz naqi's radio doesn't work i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, man, when i thought about it, things just happen... like what happen to me last night, pengalaman baru.. tetengah highway..... n whatever happens last night is just one of those nights....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: thnx to those who came, n elin n also her dad for paying the toll n stuff... u shouldn't have.... seriously....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-114306093177371992?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/114306093177371992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=114306093177371992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114306093177371992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114306093177371992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/03/kebaboom.html' title='kebaboom!!!!'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-114242599576103921</id><published>2006-03-15T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:33:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fakeness~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fake 1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="return m_over('Click to hear pronunciation')" onmouseout="m_out()" href="javascript:play("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(fk)&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;Having a false or misleading appearance; fraudulent.&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. One that is not authentic or genuine; a sham.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sports A brief feint or aborted change of direction intended to mislead one's opponent or the opposing team.&lt;br /&gt;v. faked, fak·ing, fakes&lt;br /&gt;v.tr.&lt;br /&gt;1. To contrive and present as genuine; counterfeit.&lt;br /&gt;2. To simulate; feign.&lt;br /&gt;3. Music To improvise (a passage).&lt;br /&gt;4. Sports To deceive (an opponent) with a fake. Often used with out.&lt;br /&gt;v.intr.&lt;br /&gt;1. To engage in feigning, simulation, or other deceptive activity.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sports To perform a fake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the definition of fake that i found from the internet. Well, generally, fake to me means sumthing which is not real, pretend, unnatural, not honest, fraud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sumtimes... well not sumtimes. Most of the time, I'm not sure who's faking right now. The people around me, or myself. I was told I dont have to fake myself to know people... but I'm not really sure if that person themself is faking it. I mean, probably they say stuff to u, showing that u r the one that makes things worst, not being urself n all. But probably the person itself ism well, faking. Man I'm so bad at explaining to people, but in other words, "cakap tak serupa bikin"... probably that's the right word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, now the only thing thats left for me to do is to discover myself n make sure that I'm being honest to my friends n not faking myself or being a fraud in any sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for being so emo this days, but now i realise why i have a blog at the first place..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-114242599576103921?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/114242599576103921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=114242599576103921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114242599576103921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114242599576103921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/03/fakeness_15.html' title='fakeness~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-114217311118520556</id><published>2006-03-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:18:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what am i?&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;what am i here for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is there any difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why i'm me?&lt;br /&gt;why my horrible thoughts are haunting me?&lt;br /&gt;why all this thing happened?&lt;br /&gt;why i'm the one who felt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what are these thing showing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it some kind of sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am i doing the right thing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;do i know what i'm becoming to?&lt;br /&gt;is this for real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it necessary for me to think this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually there more questions in my head, but whatever happened to me in this world, its what we called destiny, all of the things happened were meant to happen, I mean, we cannot predect the future or changed the past... so probably all the questions that i stated b4 just some of the questions thats probably in other peoples' mind. so, berserah kepada tuhan je lah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-114217311118520556?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/114217311118520556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=114217311118520556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114217311118520556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114217311118520556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/03/question.html' title='question~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-114184286304745770</id><published>2006-03-09T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:34:23.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cf buffet n cf concert *different tu*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pix not yet upload)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;within 1 week, I've managed to go to two concerts.... well not actually real concerts. First is the College Fest so-called-buffet with live performance by my friends &gt; AITONIKUI n PHOTOBOOTH!!! We have some food from the buffet *yeah rite* only cost rm2, but i dont actually ate my food so i gave to my guyfrens&gt; adam, naqi, yap, yeen sume.... N I'm the cameragirl for the night... wahahahah!!!  Sorry shah for what happen, the people who turned off ur microphone suxx *whoever the people are*. Well good show guys... photobooth has become better.. well im not sure about aitonikui coz never been to their jamming session, but they're good judging by the two guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;N today Ive been to the career fair concert, rm3 only, but good show, the bands who played are good, but they're some people who actually act weird, some international students i think... while Photobooth perform, there're two guys dancing mosh-like.. n everyone was like laughing at them... but who cares rite?? Oh my god love their song!!!! Photobooth is going higher.... in my opinion la. Serius best... ramai gak yg pegi, niena, illy, jafarul, elin, elle, nabil, kdo, syimir, nue, que, iekha, yap, adam, yeen, alya, doze, irwan, azwan, aqim *ramai sgt*... unfortunately mia takde coz choir, nadia tade pasal pening, naz tade pasal nadia tade kot, hahaha. anyways, kitorang had a great time time concert, sambil cam-whoring... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adeh, tu je kot, senang citer serius rugi tak gi, dpt poster ngan tshirt free pon, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haaa, b4 i forgot, sumthing happen today that make me felt quite happy n relieve about something, dont know how to say it, but its a good thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: there's a goup of fanboys "i think" of photobooth. It seem so obvious coz when other band performed, i dont think one of the fan took pix of them, but when Photo perform, he looked so excited n took pix of them, n i think he said sumthing like, "i'm waiting for u guys".. not sure about that, but come to think about it, it does look cute.. hahah, well one thing for sure, agak tercabar coz i think i'm much more masculine than he did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-114184286304745770?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/114184286304745770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=114184286304745770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114184286304745770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114184286304745770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/03/cf-buffet-n-cf-concert-different-tu.html' title='cf buffet n cf concert *different tu*'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-114141161161174262</id><published>2006-03-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T02:51:32.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nite hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSCN6400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="193" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSCN6400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSCN6469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="225" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSCN6469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSCN6473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="195" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSCN6473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="235" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a while since i blog, and a lot happen but i dont think i'll manage to tell everything and recap everything that happen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, me mia niena illy n val participate in the nite hunt, and u know what... even its really tiring... we had a lot of fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Five of us did stuff that we would never thought of doing... drinking sirap with a bit of cencaluk straight from the botol, soy sauce n egg *raw mind u*. Actually it tastes like sirap ros with a bit of everything else n i dont think i wanna barf after that... well unfortunately for mia n niena, mia almost throw up but she managed to swallow the whole thing up, n niena actually let the stuff drool out from her mouth...hahaha, dont know the right word. Dunno know bout Val but she looked relax, n so does illy. We even drank raw egg *again* n it taste like half boiled egg... seriously, next time if u wanna know how bad does food taste, try it first... coz i dont think its that disgudting, probably bcoz its all dark so u dont mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even illy tried a lot of new stuff, which are &gt; went to hb1, eat all those food they gave us. we actually run or walk around the campus for only like, 3 hours n actually we want to the same place like 4 to 3 times. Got to do the obstacle course, guling guling hindustan, naik bukit trun bukit, crawl, lompat2.. ran backwards... as long as the egg that we have to protect doesnt brake. PROTECT THE EGG.... thats the phrase that illy said thats actually sounds... well... the guy that look after us gelak coz it sound so.. kotor...wahahaha... move on... ambush by arab n the gang, they actually got a hamper, ambush with sirap.. n met this one really pathetic team, we called them the taliban coz they wore ski mask, and they actually talk a lot n tak tahu malu coz dont really show their faces... gatal ngan niena plak tu.. if u got guts bukak la topeng tu bodo..... jafarul... cool one on tariking the topeng, wahahahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;run here there, then tersakitkan kaki sendiri.. overall it was fun... i hope next time me n my frens can take part in this thing again... can lost weight a lot maaa!!!!! That's all i think... Even if i missed mmusic unplugged *AAARRRGGGGGHHHH!!* i have fun with my frens......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: actually i post this blog a bit late, back from bowling n we have a good time... kawan aku terer rupernyer men bowling... kta tak terer la, apelah.. busuk betul.... but dpt kenal senior fcm yg comel den bwk kete cam naz tapi lagi smooth *girl* n senior fac ape tah yg comel gak *boy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-114141161161174262?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/114141161161174262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=114141161161174262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114141161161174262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/114141161161174262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/03/nite-hunt.html' title='nite hunt'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113988800187020711</id><published>2006-02-14T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:33:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an auction in london called the Book Aid International Auction&lt;br /&gt;which asked for famous authors to write something on a blank piece of&lt;br /&gt;A4 paper, so obviously jk rowling was asked rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she did the black family tree (if u dunno, its sirius black family tree n&lt;br /&gt;as u can see from the image below, there're names like longbottom-neville's&lt;br /&gt;family, crouch-the old guy in gof that died, u know barty crouch, bulstrode-&lt;br /&gt;milicent bulstrode, the big girl from slytherin, malfoy-who doesn't know this,&lt;br /&gt;n i think i saw potter... well, most of the pure bloods familt are related, so&lt;br /&gt;probably the malfoys are related to the one pure blood traitor family, which&lt;br /&gt;is the weasleys.... man, how cool is that (only to those who called themself&lt;br /&gt;fans of harry potter book n movies, well book to be be precise)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n u know what, people from other countries like london or america like to&lt;br /&gt;do this kind of auction, u know charity stuff, but asking for author to fill a blank&lt;br /&gt;sheet of paper n people actually bought it for thousand of dollars and all, man,&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering about being an author in the future, make lots of money by the&lt;br /&gt;looks of it, but only if u have good stories, haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/telegraph_jkrbookaidclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/telegraph_jkrbookaidclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/bft-italian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/bft-italian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/telegraph_jkrbookaidfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/telegraph_jkrbookaidfull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saja je post bende ni, bosan...&lt;br /&gt;well, later days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113988800187020711?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113988800187020711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113988800187020711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113988800187020711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113988800187020711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool_14.html' title='cool...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113985124620725648</id><published>2006-02-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:40:52.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoopid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG what's happening around me&lt;br /&gt;it seems that people these days,&lt;br /&gt;well not all of them,&lt;br /&gt;only know how to talk,&lt;br /&gt;but don't really mean it...&lt;br /&gt;man, sumtimes as i girl,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of hearing all the kata2 manis that comes from people,&lt;br /&gt;wether its from a girl or a boy, n because of this,&lt;br /&gt;it's making me not too easily believe n trust people....&lt;br /&gt;man i hate this feeling, a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why, or what but do people actually felt special,&lt;br /&gt;with a certain sumone just because they have the same interest,&lt;br /&gt;or just because when u look at them, they pleased ur eyes...&lt;br /&gt;(senang citer muka lawa ke cute ar)&lt;br /&gt;u know what, not everything u see is real....&lt;br /&gt;u just know half of it, or probably not even half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont just simply judge people by their looks,&lt;br /&gt;coz its not worth it...&lt;br /&gt;because when u actually felt all the circumstances that awaits you,&lt;br /&gt;u will regret ur whole life...&lt;br /&gt;letting go the most precious, beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;(u know how it works, all the positive side of a person)&lt;br /&gt;which is the heart.&lt;br /&gt;if u have the most prettiest face, or the sexiest figure,&lt;br /&gt;or the cutest smile, as if when u look at them u feel like u wanna bite them...&lt;br /&gt;its not worth it if u know the heart is as busuk as the buah mangga behind&lt;br /&gt;ur house that fell to the ground n got smashed by ur uncle's car n got dragged&lt;br /&gt;like 10 kilometeres n eaten by a dog or ... (all the nasty stuff that u can think of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if ur fat as the elephant in the zoo negara, or u look like a nerd, or slump...&lt;br /&gt;but when u know that sumone is really REALLY nice and all that,&lt;br /&gt;u wouldn't mind how they look like...&lt;br /&gt;believe me, personal experience...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, lepas skit rasa geram ni...&lt;br /&gt;i dunt care what people gonna say about this post,&lt;br /&gt;coz its what i felt n what i think right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, more p[ost like this in the future maybe...&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113985124620725648?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113985124620725648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113985124620725648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113985124620725648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113985124620725648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/02/stoopid.html' title='stoopid...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113924600330907165</id><published>2006-02-06T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:13:24.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well I'm supposed to update my blog... but after days of heavy fever n thoughts that i won't make it *ish3*, I'm finall in mmu after three weeks of hols at home doing nothing but clean the house, do all the house works, and clean the house again... haih~ so bored, I'm supposed to go sumwhere where there're programs such as art appreciation, but then again, what we usually planned doesn't go like it supposed to, oh well ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the day that i think is going to be a great day turns out to be a really REALLY dumb day. I'm sick as ever n all my mood gone... eventhough some of my friends said i was a bit crazy today because of my cough syrup. I was thinking something surprising n exciting was ahead of me, but ooh boy, was i wrong. I got laugh at, n I mean laugh as in "at me" not "with me". Sick people don't really have a normal n stable mood, so u can imagine how i can be very fussy at even the smallest matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then i found sumthing out about a friend of mine, not that I'm saying i never knew this, but from day to day, it starting to show a lot... n I mean a lot... this matter making me feel pathetic n annoying, but don't get me wrong, what I meant was, she make friends with me because of what I am, or what. I dunno... n probably i realise that she's actually gathering friends according to how they look so people would notice them n she too have the attention. If u don't actually reach 'tahap' diorang, u are just.... a friend, eventhough u r rapat to her like hell, but she don't really remember u... i dunno, but anyone who's in this kind of situation will feel hurt or used, or whatever I'm feeling right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not the happy go lucky nabilah like i used to be, I'm now the emo, pathetic, annoying n disturbing nabilah.... haih~ now i realise I'm not so nice after all.... (not that I'm saying i thought I'm super duper nice, well nobody's perfect like they say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bad beginning of semester, i think now its preatty easy to find tears in me, it doesn't hide anymore, the came rushing to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113924600330907165?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113924600330907165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113924600330907165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113924600330907165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113924600330907165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/02/emo-is.html' title='emo is ...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113862937387860664</id><published>2006-01-30T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:56:30.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more haha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Harry Potter" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/crazycool277/1057783573_resCharms1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Charms Master!! Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/crazycool277/quizzes/Harry%20Potter%20-%20Charms%20&amp;%20Spells%20Quiz/"&gt;Harry Potter - Charms &amp;amp; Spells Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113862937387860664?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113862937387860664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113862937387860664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113862937387860664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113862937387860664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-haha.html' title='more haha...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113851008272694773</id><published>2006-01-29T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:48:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/crazycool277/1057765346_100percent.jpg" border="0" alt="Harry Potter" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% Obsessed - You're over the top!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/crazycool277/quizzes/How%20well%20do%20you%20know%20Harry%20Potter%3F/"&gt; How well do you know Harry Potter?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113851008272694773?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113851008272694773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113851008272694773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113851008272694773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113851008272694773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/01/haha.html' title='haha..'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113850641520865366</id><published>2006-01-29T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:45:41.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 days to go n back at mmu, but now felt quite sad coz i didn't have my cpu with me, ayah got it upgraded, at it cost a lot of $$$$$$. At me dad's office, vacuum sume n kemas kemas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday went to kajang, my kazen got married, majlis akad nikah, n her husband works at mmu melaka... O.o ....., tiring, actually tiring not because a lot of work, because i'm soooo bored, felt like i did a lot of stuff, they used caterers so i'm not that busy, n me n my other kazen nurul, were called the egg girls coz we have to distribute eggs to the guest, thnk god auntie noni didn't have the whole celebration, just invite some of the neighbours... the real kenduri in june probably, along with my other kazen, which is the older brother of my kazen that got married yesterday (abang afzal)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man, its going to be really kelakar seing him kahwin, well he's almost thirty n keep saying "sabar sabar" whenever anyone ask him where's his gf or watever... o well, his gf is cute (sib baik dpt yg best, haha) can't wait to go back to mmu, gonna write more on my blog, don't have to chance to publish a proper blog when i'm at home, no privacy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaa... sometimes when i'm vback at home, sms-ing my skool frens, makes me sad, not coz im sad that i miss them (Well i do miss them) but its like the way they respond to me, i mean, of coursei've changed, they way i called myself with them.. not using aku kau often, use i,u,kiter... then they were like, "nabilah, apsal sopan semacam ni, lain jer" or "alamak, i u plak, janggal la".... i've been thinking about this since long time ago, is it wrong for me tu change, from boyish to girlish, well a bit la..... or from kurang sopan tu sopan n more mature... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haih~ now i know what i'm goint to post in my next post (blog) la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats all i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113850641520865366?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113850641520865366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113850641520865366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113850641520865366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113850641520865366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/01/thinking.html' title='thinking....'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113784380644066700</id><published>2006-01-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T16:32:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays, days when its not exactly a good time to stay at home...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, 5 or 6 days before,i was invited by elin to come to her house to have lunch to gether wif my other frens n also bake cheesecake... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elin&lt;/span&gt; picked me up at my house with syam, then we went to pick elle, nue n anas at elle's house and went straight to cold storage to buy the cheesecake's ingredients n stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then arrived at elin's house, n woah..... her house look more like a resort, n i felt like i'm in bali n not keramat... (her house is in front of the place where i usually top up my dad's touch n go) mer her mom n bibik, her dad's working with pieces of wood... her mom's realy nice, not forgetting her dad n bibik... i think there were expecting me to come to their house since they met me at mmu (according to elin, huhu) we have great lunch there, n for someyime helmi arrived, then noa, then ihsan.... ( O.o )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake the cheesecake, watch tv, try n *according to elle* mengurat elin's mom, haha... talk to her dad, and not forgetting boboy n bibik... n finally i met the last of the family, myra... then i've made a big mistake, i didn't call my dad to ask for permission to stay for dinner at elin's, so my dad was pissed and he told me that i'm grounded until im at mmu... (but i'm still going out anyways, to my dad's office or the supermarket) .. but its still my fault, so i'm not mad at ayah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when up the highway where my dad pick me up (nue n elle teman) and i felt soooo stupid, leaving elin's house lik ethat while elin n syam at klcc to meet wif her aunt... but i still have fun meeting with elins parents... thnx auntie n uncle, great food!!! well, not going anywhere in th eholidays i guess... n unfortunately, my schoolmates are going to have another reunion n i dont think i can go T_T......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well, can't wait for third sem, two weeks to go.....&lt;br /&gt;that's all i think...&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113784380644066700?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113784380644066700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113784380644066700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113784380644066700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113784380644066700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/01/huha.html' title='huha...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113731741076576296</id><published>2006-01-15T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:34:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posty posty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the holidays, n its been a long time since i post another day of my life which is full of emotions... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of things happen, the new year, the finals, some shitness with my assignments especially mdf n english, but its been good, especially me n mia n niena... i'm going to miss them the most during the holidays, n not forgetting my other friends &gt;the lovey doveys, the minacheez, bebudak silat, wattaf, cikeah... and to those who knew me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 2nd sem is over, waiting for 3rd sem, where i can always cuci mata (to those who got me, congratulations), and i'm going to be in beta year(well, if i'm excellent for my last final). I hope my life will get better, not that i dont have a great laife or ungrateful, its just that i dont want my first sem's 'horrible' memories happen to me again (again to those who understands, congrats). I think its going to be a rough and boring three weeks at home, not working, possibility to have 24 hours of internet is the size of a dust, missing my frens and problem with the cpu.... i hope i'll manage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During my 2nd sem, i saw some bad things happen, especially with the lovey-doveys (well, some of them). It's just that, what happened, had made me feel that i wish i had a novio, n sumtimes i'm very happy on 'not' having a novio... if ur wondering what's a novio, ask mia or just search from the net... haih~ going to be 19 this year, and my, do i take a long time to realise the importance of being a girl, n i mean a girl girl... (what m i saying here...) @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3rd sem is waiting, with a trip to pangkor probably n somthing like the fcm academy award (which is like a prom kot...) and believe it or not, i'm designing a dress rite now (for only god knows why) ... well, i'm going to end this post by saying i had a great time hanging out with &lt;strong&gt;mia&lt;/strong&gt; b4 i got home, we took pictures from the pix booth (stoopid booth) and also wif &lt;strong&gt;irwan, anim, hani, yang&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;farhan&lt;/strong&gt;... but i wish i can go out with my other friends too, unfortunately, we go out at the same time, and i'm on my way home... haih~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, thats all i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113731741076576296?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113731741076576296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113731741076576296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113731741076576296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113731741076576296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2006/01/posty-posty.html' title='posty posty'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113600698392577393</id><published>2005-12-31T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:41:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey haih~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a long time since i blog.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting emo sumtimes, prob here n there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of stuff happen... but oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life must go on rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's a survey i took from cik mia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20 people you can think of right off the top of your head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01. Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;02. nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;03. elin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;04. noa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;05. elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;06. syimir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;07. arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08. naz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;09. aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. alya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. kdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. illy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. niena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. yeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. aqim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. naqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. syam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. lina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. ezreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did you meet 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; niena ... mmu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you do if you never met 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; elle ... probably i never know that everyone has their own speciallity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you honestly think of 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; alya... she's cute n manja n kekadang a bit sensitive.. never thought she had her own band once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever liked no.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt;elin..! yes i do, but not that kind of like lah... perfecto elin... lalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would like to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; i treat her as she was my only fren, hug her, semua tulah, love her so much, without her, i probably wont have a bit of my twin here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; nadia n kdo..hmmm, takpelah, nadia dah taken , kdo tunggu je tu.. mwahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think 12 is hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; illy... *thinks..but i love her hair XDDD* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would 1 and 17 be good friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; mia n naqi...well, if its mmu's naqi, ntah la...but mia have a fren called naqi too n they're good frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me something about 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; naz. crazy, carrot, nice teeth =P nadia nyer. loaded, really really nice guy eventhough he likes to make fun of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know any of 3's family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; elin, well i met her mom dad n her bro boboy.. she got a sis called myra, never met her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What language does 19 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; lina, bi, japan, n bm....&lt;/span&gt; talented tu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is 8 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt;naz... with no 2. ..... wahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would 18 and 5 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; mmmm elle n syam.. probably but syam tak tahan kot, wahahaha, kidding elle, syam is taken gurl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 6?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; syimir, few seconds ago.... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is 16's favorite band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; boy.. well not sure coz he listens to lot of songs.. indie mostly, i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does 4 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; noa... a sis wif my name n a bro called amir ... not sure if he has more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever date 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt;mia.. cis.. date her everyday, get bored oredi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you ever date 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt;arab... mmm probably can, but then again, he'll call me fat n i'll call him black and our row will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; aqim, probably, but who knows he have sumwhere out there but sembunyikan dr kitorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is 19s last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; lina? full name lina halizah abd halim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- last name :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is 3's middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; elin? well her name is nuur ellina bt aminuddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is 10's fantasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; alya? ntah la, together 4ever with doze...? &lt;/span&gt; XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; yeen n lina? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *laugh never ends* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What school does 16 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; boy, sumwhere in jitra kedah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where does 1 study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; mia...mmu lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where does 9 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; aman.. bukit antarabangsa...ampang rocks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you make out with 20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; ezreen!!! oh no nitemares.. hahaha shes a girl dumb dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are 5 and 6 best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; elle n syimir... mmmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is 20 older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; ezreen.. nope born same month, but im older more than 15 days maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is 4 the sexiest bitch alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; noa?! hahahahhahaah dunno about the bitchy thing but hes jambuness is kinda cut =P  *jgn kembang wei*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is 20 your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; ezrenn? wei pe ni wei....... pompuan ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Describe sumthing about 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; yeen, cute, nice, a bit crazy, sucka, he's like a little bro to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is 2 to u ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; nadia, a great fren, met her n in the same grup in orentasi n english grup, kazen of my rumet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you change anything bout 5, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; elle.. nuthin maybe.. but honestly, probably the sexyness.. sorry elle if ter offend aaaa jahat nyer aku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you love most about 16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; boy... talent on playing the guitar n also cos hes kindness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you hate most about 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; arab.. ntahlah, sumtimes when he's bad mood maybe.. but he's ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats all i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113600698392577393?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113600698392577393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113600698392577393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113600698392577393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113600698392577393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/12/survey-haih.html' title='survey haih~'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113419327727769053</id><published>2005-12-10T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:02:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmusic unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT3746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT3672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT3672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT3709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT3709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih~ a bit late for posting this, but what the heck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually plan to go there with nadia mia sume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then nadia n mia sakit perot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so went there with 3 crazy girls- syimir, kdo n elle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;b4 the show starts, went to have drinks in sirah utara...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den the show begins.... host by lina n ilsa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i think ilsa tak host sgt... lina, take over the show girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG, giler best the guys perform...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt; daisychained, photobooth, illsa, fancy pants, lied and april...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaaa...they're so good, the best i think lied ngan april &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pasal diorang pon dah wat ep kan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAIT WAIT...sblm stop baca photobooth pon best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sore naqi ngan jibin mantap siot, but naqi's voice a bit soft, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, showing his macho voice of course....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;illsa, LOVE THE RAP MAN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a long time i can rap like that...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but sedey pasal takde camera.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;klu tak can take more pict of frens n... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well me of course...mwahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well, what i know is that i think that day, serius best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nyihihihihihihi.... (tetiba terlampau happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all then...&lt;br /&gt;later days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: elynn n aman, luv the pix *suka sgt sgt smlm*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sib baik lina u dont come near us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kdo dah sediakan jawapan yg best buat anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113419327727769053?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113419327727769053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113419327727769053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113419327727769053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113419327727769053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/12/mmusic-unplugged.html' title='mmusic unplugged'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113349462218748480</id><published>2005-12-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:27:04.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Gemerlapan Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/mga036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="233" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/mga036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="194" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSC02262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/DSC02262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT1994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/PICT1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/PICT1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/PICT1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MGA...or malam gemerlapan aidilfitri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what a night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all of us get ready for the nite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mia - straight her hair in scha's room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;niena - looking for flowers to put on her head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yadayada...ready n went down to hb4 n get together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bored at first sitting unde the tent, waiting for it to start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then go n get elynna - embarrased to come down alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get some food - the foods ok, the drinks are good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to teman elynna to get some pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n we started lepak in the middle of the court...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me n my friends become camera whore that night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posed here n there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;performance by jibin alef hidhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they played the guitar n we sang together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was nice, hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then actually we're ready to go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but after me n elynna got syimir's guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some of us started 'berkampung' semula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;learnt seven nation army from anas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when september ends from doze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not the whole song but...its cool...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alya sat next to me, sian dier, slept on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she said sumthing, "nak nenen")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna go back, but the gate to the girl's hostel was locked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after quite a while, the girls went back to our hostel block...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to elynna's room, watched her play the guitar some more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;curik kerepek skit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went back to my room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n find out people were busy asking for the pictures from MGA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ler, saba korang ek......oh well, it was quite a night...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but sumthing i just found out from the same night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes me wanna kick somebody's ass or just slap the face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man, so immature n inconsiderate of other people's feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well...that's all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: valerie looks so cute in baju kurung n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ee sin looks so cute in her kebaya =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113349462218748480?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113240477353133590</id><published>2005-11-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:52:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont know why, these days i think im going to use this word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;terkilan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shortest posr ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113240477353133590?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113240477353133590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113240477353133590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113240477353133590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113240477353133590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/mmm.html' title='mmm....'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113233889070669616</id><published>2005-11-19T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T02:45:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY MY LOVEEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i thought is going to be a dull day until about noon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sumone slip sumthing (kekeke) n coz i'm busy doing a bit of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mdf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work while waiting the time passes by until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 o'clock coz that's when the action begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about 5.20 pm, me n mia got our rent car to go to..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;WATCH HARRY POTTER AT THE CINEMA.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so excited, but not really excited for a couple of minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz sumone wasn't as excited as others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quite worried about him (ooops, did i sad 'him'?), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont wanna ask him a lotta questions, afraid he might get annoyed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we went to klcc, i'm in the kancil with &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mia, arab, anas n irwan...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bebudak lain in &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;naz&lt;/span&gt;'s car (&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;nad, niena, jafarul n illy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thnx again to mia who booked, she planned this, haha), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then arab went the wrong way coz he thought we're goin' to mid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arrived at klcc, park, went straight to the cinema, n made it b4 the movie started....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG, i payed full attention to the movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mia asked a lot of question, guessed, but i just smile n grin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha, just wanna make her crazy, thinking who's the bad guy...or girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cried bit coz i saw harry cry n omg, he's good in crying now, really improved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like the costumes (omg i want the first task outfit!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls will like the guys in the movie coz there's harry, ron, cedric n krum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haih. neville pon cambest gak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well.... i wanna watch it again, n then buy the soundtrack, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the songs are good n different coz there're songs from the yule ball that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually sang by &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Weird Sisters&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all i think for now..gotaa eat sumthin n get some good nite sleep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113233889070669616?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113233889070669616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113233889070669616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113233889070669616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113233889070669616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-my-loveeeeeeeeee.html' title='HARRY MY LOVEEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113202900148013036</id><published>2005-11-15T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:53:48.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marah ni...t**i</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/ku2%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aarrrggghhhh X((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aib itu salah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dosa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sob sob sob sob.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TT_______________________TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm crying......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113202900148013036?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113202900148013036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113202900148013036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113202900148013036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113202900148013036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/marah-niti.html' title='marah ni...t**i'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113237295742497843</id><published>2005-11-15T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:52:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/birthdaynov%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/birthdaynov%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/birthdaynov%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha...15 nov.... ten days after my bday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at nite rent a car n want to jammng wif elina, kdo syimir n elle in a kancil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ikut sama coz want to celebrate hidhir n hariz's bday (Or so i thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n the jamming place, listen to them playing some songs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went down to teman elle... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den naik balik, met naqi n gave him his ubat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(poor boy, muka merah but still wanna sing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gave alya some panadol too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den went to this one sate place, bought kuey teow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den elle was told to bring the cake that the girls bought at alamanda i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she put it in front of me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's when i realised, the party is for those whose bday is in nov when we all cuti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/birthdaynov%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/birthdaynov%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zaxx &gt; 3rd nov 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aman &gt; 5th nov 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nab &gt; 5th nov 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;syimir &gt; 10th nov 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hariz &gt; 14th nov 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hidhir &gt; 15th nov 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coklat cake, sedap gak, then gave &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;aman, hidhir, syimir n hariz&lt;/span&gt; cards, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then my face kene tonyoh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tetiba ada pakcik just tak puas hati wif us, want somewhere quite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go balik ur own house lah pakcik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, the cake we all suggest abiskan esok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kept it in my room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den follow elle went back to her house coz she wants ti give her sis the cam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;balik n den kepala terhantuk at the thing u can find in cars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one u can put ur hand or hang ur clothes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;den trus kiok tdo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haih~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, thnx guys... never had any bday celebration as long as i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;muahx~ later days guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113237295742497843?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113237295742497843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113237295742497843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113237295742497843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113237295742497843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/celebration_15.html' title='celebration...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113186912371929898</id><published>2005-11-13T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:05:23.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/Picture%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/Picture%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow class is starting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n again i will meet my lecturers n tutors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to jesse mccartney rite now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just listened to allamericanrejects n blackeyedpeas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;putting posters on my wall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;harry potter&lt;/span&gt; posters....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alone in my room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mia&lt;/strong&gt; n the guys went to see a movie, i didn't go with them coz they're watching a movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;klu lepak, memakan ikut kut.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bajet tak betul lagi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;niena&lt;/strong&gt; lum sampai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haih~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all i think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cya in the next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;later days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113186912371929898?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113186912371929898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113186912371929898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113186912371929898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113186912371929898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/yet-again.html' title='yet again...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113170536841842387</id><published>2005-11-11T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:36:08.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/IMG_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/IMG_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after raya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feel the same, miss mom as usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duit raya used for stuff to mmu, apelah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met azree a few days ago, miss him a bit,hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give him some file about agama folio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pity him, talked n msg bout the same thing for days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the same thing since high school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sian ko azree, sabo je lah ek??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back to mmu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;begin a new life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alone with mia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sharing kuih raya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bit hungry but what the heck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't wait for harry potter n the goblet of fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont know could make it or not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope all is well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haih~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna do some mdf-kinda project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;takde keje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna listen to move along by allamericanrejects also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, later days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113170536841842387?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113170536841842387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113170536841842387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113170536841842387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113170536841842387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113129983825535090</id><published>2005-11-07T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:57:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gryffindor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chronosdesign.com/~lindze/gryffindor.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from Gryffindor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sortingquiz.chronosdesign.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hogwart's Sorting Hat Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made by &lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:genki@lindze.com"&gt;The'&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mailto:genki@lindze.com"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Genki Gang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113129983825535090?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113129983825535090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113129983825535090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113129983825535090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113129983825535090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/gryffindor.html' title='gryffindor...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113119007640589634</id><published>2005-11-05T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T19:27:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last...i'm big...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...already 18...&lt;br /&gt;but, everyone in my family don't really remember it until noon...&lt;br /&gt;oh well...anyway, thnx to syimir, munirah n aman...&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate it guys...&lt;br /&gt;it's been two days since i went to johor n muar to celebrate raya...&lt;br /&gt;well, what makes me happy in johor other than 'duit raya'...&lt;br /&gt;i can watch channel 5 (singapore channel)...&lt;br /&gt;n there's harry potter n the goblet of fire trailer...&lt;br /&gt;where there's a competition..&lt;br /&gt;n the prize is...&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH IN THE GREAT HALL FROM THE HARRY POTTER SET IN LEAVESDEAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to watch it...&lt;br /&gt;but don't know when...&lt;br /&gt;maybe a bit late...&lt;br /&gt;haih~&lt;br /&gt;today went to sungei wang with my family n indo kazens...&lt;br /&gt;eat, pray, walk... yadayadayada...&lt;br /&gt;bought a bag...&lt;br /&gt;more 'duit raya',kekeke...c&lt;br /&gt;an't wait to go back to mmu...&lt;br /&gt;n rearrange the furnitures...&lt;br /&gt;decorate my room with harry potter posters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... that's all i think...&lt;br /&gt;cya in the next post...&lt;br /&gt;later days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113119007640589634?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113119007640589634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113119007640589634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113119007640589634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113119007640589634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-lastim-big.html' title='at last...i&apos;m big...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113064124190938411</id><published>2005-10-30T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:00:41.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got my results, suxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost raya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm going to be a big girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cannot get online coz my dad won't let me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't wait to get back to mmu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;countdown...(well, not countdown balik mmu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rite now, 6 days to my fav date of my life, this year, 19 days to fav date of the year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u do the math...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;missing u guys...especially mia n niena, my beloved roommates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113064124190938411?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113064124190938411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113064124190938411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113064124190938411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113064124190938411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/10/almost.html' title='almost...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-113012684938538064</id><published>2005-10-24T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:26:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me myself n i...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really Long Survey (over 200)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nabilah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you named after anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not anyone, it's sumthing, from a ship &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your screename?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nondeskanab. nabilahradcliffe, nabilah potter &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you name a child of yours after you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mmm, i wont but probably only with the same initial &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nabil XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could switch names with a friend who would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mmm, dunno, dont wanna switch names, but probably amelia, the short name is sweet, Mia &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are there any mispronounciations/typos that ppl do w/ your name constantly?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nabila, nabeela, nabilaa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Would you drop your last name if you became famous?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what for?! @_@ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your gender::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Female &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Straight/Gay/Bi::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Straight &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If not, do you want to be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;For now, i think the answer is yes... ^^;;; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthdate::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;05 November 1987 ^_^ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your age::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Going to be 18 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Age you act::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;16-18 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Age you wish you were::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm, younger... but i can live with my age for now... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think almost 160, coz i'm about 5'5" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Dark brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy with it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;black, and a bit brownish... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Happy with it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lefty/righty/ambidextrous::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;righty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your living arrangement::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;how am i suppose to answer this?? ^^;; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your family::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dad, stepmom, 2 big bros from my dad n late mom, i small bro from dad n stepmom, two stepbros, 1 in indonesia, 1 here... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have any pets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;used to (cats, lurve them!...n fish) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats your job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;student loorrr... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tattoos?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Obsessions?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm... i think harry potter... (daniel radcliffe perhaps) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Addictions?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm, i dont think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you speak another language?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not sure, malay english...oh, indonesia.. XDD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have a favorite quote?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lalala~ hampagas, not sure &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a webpage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm, does my cg assignment n blog count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deep Thoughts About Life and You in it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you live in the moment?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yessss... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mmm, how should i say this...wat do u think? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have any secrets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a lot man, a lot... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you hate yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;recently, yes, feel soo stoopid &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like your handwriting?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sumtimes, when its good... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have any bad habits?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think so, but im not sure what... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the compliment you get from most people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;compliment?!... peramah, berani, senang wat kawan, baik...are those count? not sure =P &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the crazy witch kid?! @_@ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's your biggest fear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not sure, loosing my frens n family i suppose... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Can you sing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup, but its not good, but i enjoy myself... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont think so, but maybe some think i do... entah lah... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a loner?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sumtimes, yes... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are your #1 priorities in life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HARRY POTTER!! haha, no lah, family... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;of course...(honestly) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a daredevil?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sumtimes, when i'm not in a good mood... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my 'lemak' =P n deep voice... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you passive or agressive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a little bit of both? ^^;;; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have a journal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aaaaaaaaa...... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is your greatest strength and weakness?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;strong (i mean like, tabah) n talks a lot... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my physical appearence maybe (no lah, my attitude first lah) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are emotionally strong?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mmm, well, most of the time... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeah... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think life has been good so far?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sort of... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;be urself, n agama is number one... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you like the most about your body?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my eyes...or my lips... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;And least?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my 'tummy' XDDD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are good looking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;duh!! no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you confident?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;most of the time, yes... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the fictional character you are most like?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no idea, something big n likes to talk, doraemon maybe, but he doesnt talk that much... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you perceived wrongly?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aaaaaaa...... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smoke?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no...(except ubat batuk) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Read the newspaper?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pray?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go to church?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha, no! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Talk to strangers who IM you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm, i dont think so..^^;;; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no, but if i have one, probably yes... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Take walks in the rain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;if i'm stressed or sad...(or happy) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Talk to people even though you hate them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;of course, coz i wanna change the situation on not hating them &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like to drive fast?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup...but i dont think im capable of doing that (my dad will kill) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would or Have You Ever?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Liked your voice?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hurt yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hihi, yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been out of the country?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup, indonesia n singapore only... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eaten something that made other people sick?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes (well, the thing is probably a kind of food my fren doesnt like) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yessssssssss... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Done drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no lah.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gone skinny dipping?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont know how to swim, so cannot deep deep lah... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had a medical emergency?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had surgery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;almost... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ran away from home?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Played strip poker?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what?! hahaha, no lah... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gotten beaten up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup, by my fat bro n arab, skit jer lah... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Beaten someone up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup...&gt;:) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been picked on?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been on stage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Slept outdoors?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thought about suicide?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no, i dont think so... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pulled an all nighter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;*think...* not sure... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If yes, what is your record?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aaaaaaa...... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gone one day without food?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dont think so... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Talked on the phone all night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cannot, my dad watched me... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Slept together with the opposite sex w/o actually having sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... (my bro n dad) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Slept all day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;never, mom wont let me... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Killed someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Made out with a stranger?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HELL NO! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had sex with a stranger?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HELL NO! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thought you're going crazy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HELL YES! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kissed the same sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mmm, yes... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Done anything sexual with the same sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been betrayed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mm, i think yes... i dunno... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had a dream that came true?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha! yes... but its not the 1 i want... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Broken the law?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not sure, no, maybe... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Met a famous person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever killed an animal by accident?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no...but mine was... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;On purpose?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;of course not, i love animals... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think i did... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Stolen anything?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been on radio/tv?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been in a mosh-pit?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup...(not purposely) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had a nervous breakdown?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Bungee jumped?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Had a dream that kept coming back?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beliefs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Belive in life on other planets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Miracles?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Astrology?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aaaaaa..... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Magic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i think sooo... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;God?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Satan?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Santa?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaha... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ghosts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup (they're satans...) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Luck?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Yin and yang (that good cant exist w/o bad)?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Witches?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaha...(only in harry potter movies) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Easter bunny?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aren't they just human in costumes? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Believe its possible to remain faithful forever?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Believe theres a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaha...i wish... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you wish on stars?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no...but i wanna try XDD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deep Theological Questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think God has a gender?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in organized religion?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where do you think we go when we die?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;first grave...then...(i dont wanna type it here...) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dunno if they're gay or lesbian... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is your best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i have frens, so i dunno i can consider them as best or really REALLY good frens... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the one person that knows most about you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my late mom...(she's not my fren, but actualy, ur mother IS ur fren) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;be urself, open ur mind widely n dont be so narrow minded, think of the things that u would never expected... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your favourite inside joke?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;soooooooo much... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thing you're picked on most about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my big appearence n my talkative n frenly attitude &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's your longest known friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;well, 1 in muar (husna), dont quite remember, izyan n nik... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Newest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;baba (akekeke) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shyest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mia maybe... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Funniest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;arab... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sweetest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;all my girl fren are sweet, well, mia i think... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Closest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;for now, my roommate, mia (n niena of course)... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weirdest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lina? (hahaha, sory, but u r cool+weird, haha) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smartest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kdo XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ditziest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;elynn n syimir kot...(agegege XD) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Friends you miss being close to the most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;izyan. nik, azree, karthigga, shalesh, brandon (izyan n nik, dont know which to choose) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Last person you talked to online?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mmm...syimir n naqi... XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you talk to most online?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;recently, mia n syimir.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who are you on the phone with most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;well, no one except syimir bebaru ni...(usually my parents, izyan n nik) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you trust most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;there're 3 person actually, mia, syimir n lina...i trust all my frens...XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who listens to your problems?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mia, syimir, izyan n nik... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who do you fight most with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm...arab maybe? @_@ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the nicest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mia... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the most outgoing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lina... XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the best singer?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mia...den syimir, lina, kekeke, elle skali kot... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's on your shit-list?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm...arab!!!! no lah, joking only... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever thought of having sex with a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HELL NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's your second family?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm...my frens... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you always feel understood?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not most of the time... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's the loudest friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mmm, elle maybe...(she loves to shout) XDDD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you trust others easily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;well, yes... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's house were you last at?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm....i think nadia kot...(after send her home after hang out with the hantuss) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name one person who's arms you feel safe in::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaa......(lalala~) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do your friends know you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;some of them, yes..... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Friend that lives farthest away::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Husna...(muar) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love and All That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you consider love a mistake?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you find romantic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;when a guy told a girl the appearence is not important, its the heart...n also when the guy done sumthing unexpected.... &lt;3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Turn-on?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sweet, care n sense of humour &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Turn-off?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;those who only look for faces &gt;:P &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First kiss?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what kind of kiss? ^^;;; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If someone u had no interest in had interest in dating u how would u feel?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;shocked...n weird... (bersyukur gak,kekeke) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them or going:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have u ever wished it was more socially acceptable 4 a girl 2 ask a guy out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;well, in a way yes... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractiv:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm, i think yes...(high school) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is best about the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;some of them r there 2 understand n care 4 u&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the worst thing about the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the ego maybe...XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's the last present someone gave you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm...dont u usually get present lor..but i think an ashtray @_@, a bottle of sand, a pencilcase, a wristwatch &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you consider your significant other hot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmmm...u think the answer urself lor... ^_^ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Was the Last Person...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;That haunted you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;huh??!! =_=" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You wanted to kill?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haiya, arab maybe, WAKAKAKA, no lah... no idea... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;That you laughed at?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;syimir... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;That laughed at you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i dunno...syimir maybe, but laugh with me, alya n nadiah... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;That turned you on?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lalala~ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You went shopping with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lina maybe...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;That broke your heart?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;someone somewhere&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;To disappoint you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;myself...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;To ask you out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeah rite...that could happen... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;To make you cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lalala~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;To brighten up your day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the one i hate? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;That you thought about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aaa....hehehe, secret meh...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You saw a movie with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mia... n nadia, naz, n other guys n girls... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You talked to on the phone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mia...syimir...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You talked to through IM/ICQ?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You saw?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alya n nadiah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You lost?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a good fren... (if u meant died, my mom lah)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right This Moment...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you going out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope, i don't think so...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Will it be with your significant other?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aaaaaa.......&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Or some random person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;@_@ ?! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you wearing right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my karnival tv3 red shirt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Body part you're touching right now::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;leg?? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What are you worried about right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my dad &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What book are you reading?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;doraemon XD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's on your mousepad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no mousepad...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Use 5 words to describe how you're feeling::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;bored, tired, worried, happy, sleepy... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you bored?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you tired?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you talking to anyone online?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you talking to anyone on the phone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope...(just someone on the phone loking for mr morgan&gt; who the hell is he?) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you lonely or content?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you listening to music?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="Really Long Survey (over 200)" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S445/Really_Long_Survey_(over_200).html"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-113012684938538064?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/113012684938538064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=113012684938538064&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113012684938538064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/113012684938538064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-myself-n-i.html' title='me myself n i...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112913132210502098</id><published>2005-10-12T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:35:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read about my horoscope in friendster...&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm saying i believe it 100%...&lt;br /&gt;but this one had simmilarities with my life for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/scorpio_lg1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="68" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/scorpio_lg1.gif" width="67" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&gt;Scorpio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected outburst reveals someone's true colors. They aren't who you thought.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings are as deep-seated as they come, and you don't usually share them -- not unless you have to, or if someone you know needs to hear them to feel better, or you know that it's impossible to keep them hidden any longer. At the moment, someone who's been distancing from you is about to ask for an audience. If you're game, let them back into your immediate circle. If not, maybe it's time for a change.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, nothing to post, except boringness of my life for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I log in to FS n add some of my old school friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112913132210502098?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112913132210502098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112913132210502098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112913132210502098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112913132210502098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112882613343000912</id><published>2005-10-09T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:48:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last last last  T-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well guys, this is the last post for my first sem in mmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought that in first sem, so many things could happen, especially bad stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, when it happens, it happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm in my room with Mia, (not for long coz mia's going home today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, i felt that a month is like, a blink of an eye, but yesterday i realise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe there's no class &amp; assignments, the clock ticks really sloooooooow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i thought it's 1 am in the morning, but actually it's still 10.30 pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, broke my fast with &lt;strong&gt;Mia&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;Arab&lt;/strong&gt; at hb2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(elle was supposed to be there, but her mom was here, so , tak sempatlah). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, met some of the&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Ci-KE-AHH&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wattuf&lt;/span&gt; boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of the boringness (hihihi), I watched Bring It On for the 100th time maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not as much as i watched harry potter), the movie is still cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to sleep, woke up again this morning, chatted with &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aqim&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me n Aman played pool for a moment until 4 o'clock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again this morning, went sahur at hb2 (last sahur for the 1st sem, well not mine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the same person- Mia n Arab (arab ate 3 expired muffins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but i think its okay, it expired on the 3rd Oct) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and again, met the Wattuf boys, n &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Elynn&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Already start missing u guys, Insyallah panjang umur, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll meet again the next sem with a better life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;SAYANG KORANG SUME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all....Later days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112882613343000912?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112882613343000912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112882613343000912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112882613343000912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112882613343000912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-last-last-t-t.html' title='Last last last  T-T'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112870488313891838</id><published>2005-10-08T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:04:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends, the best &amp; most complicated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/frenklas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/frenklas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/center11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/center11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/sensasi%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/sensasi%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/P8300230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/P8300230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/audiowarfare%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/audiowarfare%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/100_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/100_0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg paper &gt; done, but suxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well today, i don't really felt that excited coz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't have any more papers...&lt;br /&gt;but, i dunno, resah gelisah jer...&lt;br /&gt;doze told me maybe coz i'm gonna leave my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz of this semester holidays,&lt;br /&gt;and also maybe i wanna go to the toilet (ridicoulous)&lt;br /&gt;then again, this evening, i dunno, suddenly i realise something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about a friend of mine told me about my presence among &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my other friends, and now, i think it's true....&lt;br /&gt;well, have to figure that out...&lt;br /&gt;Arrggghhh, i'm starting to miss all the fun that we had..&lt;br /&gt;and what do u know, i'm going home late as usual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n i mean LATE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(monday, coz my dad went to johor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the day i have cg paper, n he's coming back on sunday night...)&lt;br /&gt;man, i have to take my pc home, n for sure no internet for my pc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i have to use my dad's laptop...&lt;br /&gt;(well, not used to it already since i have my own pc n internet 24 hours.)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i won't have 24 hours ym like always... waaaa =(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i wanna wish all of my friends a great holiday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hari raya and also to those who'll be celebrating any&lt;br /&gt;other celebration, have a great time with ur family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hope to see u guys the next semester, gonna miss u guys like crazy...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hope that the next semester will be a better semester for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n i hope any changes will be accepted...NICE KNOWING U GUYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(ceh, cam tak jumpa lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: sesiapa yg suka tgk harry potter, bitau aku, klu nak tgk golden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;class, bitau, yg nak tgk kat cinema biasa pon, bitau lah... tak sabar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;naik sem terus tgk, nyahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..later days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112870488313891838?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112870488313891838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112870488313891838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112870488313891838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112870488313891838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/10/friends-best-most-complicated.html' title='friends, the best &amp; most complicated...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112846384497317620</id><published>2005-10-05T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:02:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/DSC013772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/DSC013771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/DSC01405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/DSC01405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/myfam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/myfam.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/myfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG!! Just came back from solat tarawikh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First time with my MMU fwens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;mia, nadia, naz, hanim, yang, irwan, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;farhan, syafiq, arab, aisyah&lt;/strong&gt; and me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at Masjid Putrajaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels great, the mosque is soooo beautiful, but something funny just happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard the pakcik guard fart, it's so loud coz the place was like empty, so bergema lah, wakakakaka =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, sit around, then i cried again. Well, suddenly remember about my late mom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(died of breast cancer and, well, sumthing was wrong with her lungs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that i never thought of her, but this one, it's like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know...we're going to celebrate hari raya... hard to explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, when to Seri Kembangan to eat (just realize the place was my aunt's place, i mean she lives there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eat, drink (arab ate a lot, and i mean a LOT!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then went to 7E to grab some tuna for sahur... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's all, but i feel happy to have my frens for Ramadhan this year......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, Later days...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S:  Mia, nadia n aisyah look extra good.. same to yang n hanim also lah...(we went to have early roti canai actually at fcm cafe after watching a really busuk malay movie called volkswagen kuning...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112846384497317620?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112846384497317620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112846384497317620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112846384497317620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112846384497317620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/10/month.html' title='the month...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112810851521812561</id><published>2005-10-01T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:50:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again, my heart thinks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/DSC091453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/DSC091453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/DSC09181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/DSC09181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/DSC09186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/DSC09186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys...&lt;br /&gt;just went back from I-thought-gonna-be-foyer-but-actually-lecture-hall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to do a last minute study for media maths final. went there a bit late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man is it hust me, or cyberjaya is getting hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't even mind or fussed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to bath twice in 30 minutes or so...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of stuff is happening, and it makes me wanna do sumthing stoopid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i dont even know what... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today i help some of my frens with their math, (&lt;strong&gt;yap, yeen, naqi, adam, boy, niena&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry guys if i'm not such a help, i'm suxx in explaining stuff,&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to explain myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, anyways, don't know how i'm going to be tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope can do it, i'll do all my best... wishing u guys good luck for ur exam..&lt;br /&gt;*darn it~ cg is coming, uurrrrrgggghhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, Later days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112810851521812561?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112810851521812561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112810851521812561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112810851521812561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112810851521812561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/10/again-my-heart-thinks.html' title='again, my heart thinks....'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112802700779322664</id><published>2005-09-30T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:45:27.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eerrrrmmmm!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why..?&lt;br /&gt;felt pissed off, but still want to have some fun..?&lt;br /&gt;don't really know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;to show it, or act like nothing happen, but it's like cheating myself...&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so confused with myself, stoopid stoopid me...!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;please, help me.....&lt;br /&gt;i really need help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TT___TT&lt;/span&gt;  huhuhu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;later days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112802700779322664?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112802700779322664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112802700779322664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112802700779322664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112802700779322664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/eerrrrmmmm.html' title='eerrrrmmmm!!!'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112787301902518765</id><published>2005-09-28T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:44:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the past few days, lots of things happen..&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i'm not matured enough for all the stuff that's happening in college years...&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to take care of myself,&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep myself together, think of all the things that i've done...&lt;br /&gt;i have to open my mind more widely,&lt;br /&gt;so that i know what's really going on, not just the outside, but the inside too...&lt;br /&gt;to all my frens, sorry for whatever i've done...&lt;br /&gt;i'm being stupid for all this time..&lt;br /&gt;please have confidence in me, i need ur help to discover myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;noa&lt;/span&gt;, this is also general,&lt;br /&gt;thank you and sorry once more for what i've done,&lt;br /&gt;thnx for being a good fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, that's all...&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112787301902518765?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112787301902518765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112787301902518765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112787301902518765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112787301902518765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/realise.html' title='realise...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112782973483265072</id><published>2005-09-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:43:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly...choice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;read this lyric (just for fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I feel like I wanna smack somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Turn around and bitch slap somebody (b***h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Anxieties bash my mind in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Shackle and chained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My soul feels stained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I can't explain got an itch on my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lately my whole aim is to maintain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And regain control of my mainframe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My train of thoughts more like a runaway train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;In the rain and I'm might just hydroplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't fear none of my enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And I don't fear bullets from Uzis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I've been dealing with something thats worse than these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The sane and the insane rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Paranoias brought me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lord please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Take away my anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The sane and the insane rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Paranoias brought me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lord please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Take away my anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My head keeps running away my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The only thing making me stay my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gotta get myself back now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;God, I can't let my mind be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tell my enemy is my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gots to find my inner wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gots to hold up my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I can't get caught (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I can't give into it now (no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Emotions are trapped set on lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Got my brain stuck goin through the motions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Only I know what's upI'm filled up with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tryin' to gain my sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Everywhere I turn its a dead end infront of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And its weighin' me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And I can't run any longer, yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Knees to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't fear none of my enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And I don't fear bullets from Uzis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I've been dealing with something thats worse than these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The anxiety &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The sane and the insane rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Paranoias brought me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lord please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Take away my anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The sane and the insane rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Paranoias brought me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lord please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Take away my anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't fear none of my enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And I don't fear bullets from Uzis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I've been dealing with something thats worse than these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;That'll make you fall to your knees and thats the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The anxiety &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The sane and the insane rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Paranoias brought me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lord please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Take away my anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The sane and the insane rivalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Paranoias brought me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lord please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Takin' away my anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of my favourite song from one of my favourite group, Black Eyed Peas (Anxiety), i don't really memorise it but i memorise Where Is The Love, the whole song, hihihi. I don't know why but suddenly felt like post a blog with lyrics, mwahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY lah, buhbbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112782973483265072?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112782973483265072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112782973483265072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112782973483265072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112782973483265072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/suddenlychoice.html' title='suddenly...choice...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112775562449376496</id><published>2005-09-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:41:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals &gt;&lt;br /&gt;bi - check&lt;br /&gt;mla - suxx for sure&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna think about it...&lt;br /&gt;went to Q's room to check out some dance vids, COOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but, my tears came again this night&lt;br /&gt;and continue while bathing...&lt;br /&gt;haih~ what to do what to do...&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all,&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck, really need it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, buhbye...&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s &gt;&gt; watch out for below... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112775562449376496?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112775562449376496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112775562449376496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112775562449376496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112775562449376496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/tears_27.html' title='tears...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112747639288231088</id><published>2005-09-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:39:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final for everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/mdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/mdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a long time since i updated my blog. Told u, its geting boring these days. Well, finished my mdf and drawing. OMG, everyone was cursing this two subjects.. I stay at mdf studio for almost three days i think, even made a bed for myself using the chairs. Stay with &lt;strong&gt;Lana, Lydia, Gatya&lt;/strong&gt; and my new Indo fren, &lt;strong&gt;Reza&lt;/strong&gt;. Crap with them using their language with &lt;strong&gt;Azirul&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;Sieg&lt;/strong&gt; b4 start our work. Azirul learnt new words, but the one he totally remember is 'sodok', hihihi. My work is quite simple, and boring... am i suppose to be an art student? Not that creative am I? Hmm, these days, I felt so dumb and stoopid. My emotion isn't really working the right way. Sometimes happy, sad, and then excited, then again for about 5 minutes, my heart keeps racing just becoz of one thing... Just got crazy for the past, i dunno, forgot, last week mayb. Went to Bangsar for supper (&lt;strong&gt;syimir,kdo,elle,elin,azirul,jibin,hariz,fariq, fairoos,hidhir,noua,syam,alif, naqi,yeen,boy,helmi,farique&lt;/strong&gt;). Then jambatan, then suddenly my emotions aren't getting right again. I almost got myself drown, well not almst, just accept a dare from syimir. lalala~ Why am I like this, why this keeps happening to me, am i changing? i hope its for the better, not for the worst. After a few days, submit my mdf, went shopping with &lt;strong&gt;Anas&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;Lina&lt;/strong&gt;. Then went bowling (i'm getting good) but becoz of those two couples, i ran out of concentration, and tie with Lina and Anas. (they shout syimir, yeen and elin's name so i get distracted, cit korang). Well, that's all for now i think, boring man, aarrggghhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, see u next blog.&lt;br /&gt;bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : already submit my drawing too, hui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112747639288231088?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112747639288231088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112747639288231088&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112747639288231088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112747639288231088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/final-for-everything.html' title='final for everything...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112663568685117489</id><published>2005-09-14T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:39:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/alamanda%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/alamanda%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/alamanda%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been a long time since i updated my blog. Well, nothing that i can talk about coz day seems boring these days. Class as usual, so boring, but somtimes exciting (i dont even know which part was that). Well, did some deals with my frens, did their freehand, they did my other work. But i also got tricked, cet, hampes tul. Well, pass up my final cg assignment. Thnx to &lt;strong&gt;Miss Sharon&lt;/strong&gt;, coz guys, I GOT THE COOLEST TUTOR EVER!!! hahaha~ My mdf assignments, haha, so byk that i didnt submit, even miss elyna was quite surprised. Then that evening, ajak all the guys to alamanda, coz elynn suruh syimir ajak tapi pastu dier suruh kiter. lalala~ Went to play bowling, its been a long time since i played bowling, so im not that good, malu nyer.... tapi yg high scores mmg macho. Diantara nyer ialah &lt;strong&gt;Helmi&lt;/strong&gt; ngan &lt;strong&gt;Noa&lt;/strong&gt;. seratus lebih tu... On the way out of alamanda, sesat, beli ice cream, den helmi's car's tyre burst, dunno when actually....Then presint 11 to eat, and also crap... i ask for ice kosong like, three times... yeen share with me of course.... then buat eksperimen.... oh, forgot, ate nasi goreng ayam and also sirap ais....&lt;br /&gt;*sigh~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/alamanda%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/200/alamanda%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so bored. Dont really enjoy myself as usual these days, dont know why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k lah, i gi dulu,&lt;br /&gt;anything interesting then this, mayb ill wrote (or even boring days)&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : my dad just read my blog... huhuhu, never thought of that. thx anyway ayah!! but pas ni jgn baca ek? ayah takkan understand lah bahasa sayer, kikiki... (jahat sungguh anak ini). seriously, that's why i tak letak perkataan yg tak patut....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112663568685117489?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112663568685117489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112663568685117489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112663568685117489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112663568685117489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/boring-boring.html' title='boring boring'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112620998726890425</id><published>2005-09-09T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:37:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware.. hampeh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/pix.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just got back from study, ptg went to alamanda with lina n anas. bought sikat n compowder, rm30 plus, can die lorh!!! lina dyed her hair, rugi x dpt tgk coz gi blaja wih sum of the cikeahs. balik from hassan actually, mkn nasi goreng ayam, hihihi.actually me n my peeps went to study - for maths quiz - which is tomorrow - well, todaylahkan. haih~, dunno how can i survive tomorrow, as long as i do my best, fine by me. today is actually azwan's bday, didint make to the paty coz of sum stuff (reasons). aah, my dad came today to give me check for the fees taht im suppse to pay. leceh giler, taulah bawah teenage account..drawing ader perubahan sikit rasenyer, duduk ngan jason, spend tima ckp ngan dier, huhuhu.dahlah, nak gi bilik &lt;strong&gt;syimir&lt;/strong&gt; tdo ngan dier pasal nanti kene kejut dier ngan lina for tomorrows quiz - i mean today....&lt;br /&gt;good luck guys!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k, bye~&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pix shows my maths book....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112620998726890425?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112620998726890425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112620998726890425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112620998726890425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112620998726890425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/beware-hampeh.html' title='beware.. hampeh...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112605450488004191</id><published>2005-09-07T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:36:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dull dull dull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going to be a short post. yes!! mdg got accepted, well same as anyone alse =P. i've become the new lect. coz &lt;strong&gt;miss elyna's&lt;/strong&gt; son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was sick (hope he/she is fine). meet &lt;strong&gt;alya&lt;/strong&gt;, spend quality time with her while talk about our lives (while sketching yeen twice). Back to room, pc's off, darn the electricity. Sketch a bit for my cg, and i accidentally slept. 2.22pm.....oh shit!!! cg class. walk as fast as i can, then sesampainyer di fcm building, THERE'S NO CLASS!!! huhuhu, should have continue my sleep. But then again, there's a bright side. Can do my other assignments which im not sure what.then mia n niena balik. &lt;strong&gt;mia&lt;/strong&gt; told me to go down with her to see the &lt;strong&gt;hitz.fm ford-ranger cruiser pilots&lt;/strong&gt;. See &lt;strong&gt;syimir &lt;/strong&gt;in her room, ask her to come with me, she's all excited. lalala~ i got &lt;strong&gt;free bread, a coffe bean voucher and a free coaster, and also free drinks.&lt;/strong&gt; (man, is it just me or cyberjaya is getting hotter n hotter)&lt;br /&gt;Went to see accecories, i tak pakai tau, klu bracelet ok lah kot. Niena n mia bought a necklace and subang each. Syimir pokai, tapi dier nak gak. She seems like she wants to tapau me. don wanna give, but then thought about her bday, lama lagi november, like me. Then told her "syimir, ni aku beli for ur present ok coz klu tunggu nov tempat ni dah takde lagi". Then she was like, "eeeiii, ye ker, comelnyer nabilah..." she sounds terharu lah, huhuhu...then i laughed and &lt;strong&gt;ajebujebujebu-ing&lt;/strong&gt; her.........Then went to the place where we can make our own bracelet.. made one... surprise surprise, anyone thats reading this wil see the bracelet next year, if u know what i meant (i know u dont, except syimirlah). Went back to my room, assignments again. then dinner with syimir, &lt;strong&gt;naqi, boy, yeen, noa, adam, n hel&lt;/strong&gt;mi. Met&lt;strong&gt; farique, amir, kdo, lina n anas&lt;/strong&gt;. pening pala, wat keje asyik tersleep jer. then continue again, the tersleep lagi until 6 this morning. Woke up, continue with mla n done. but i still think im gonna be dead meat for mla........&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all i think....&lt;br /&gt;i hope today is going to be a much more &lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt; day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112605450488004191?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112605450488004191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112605450488004191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112605450488004191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112605450488004191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/dull-dull-dull.html' title='dull dull dull'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112595759661069456</id><published>2005-09-06T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:34:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day has come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ngantuk giler. already fin my mdf but still do it with evryone else, just came back from foyer. B4 that, mdf class, consultation doesnt seem like it coz the lecturers just told us that our last project is basically a painting, drawing, lalala~ cis, mendelah. then no english class, didnt fin my essay, slept for a moment, dreamed about lina being my cousin n my dad and hers has connection with tun dr mahadhir n paklah.. (WHAT THE...??!!) aiman came to my room to borrow my scissors, ask her about cg class, she said no class, so went to lina's room to deco. my mdf, then mia buzz me and told me there's actually a class, (darn it). went to hb2-eat, master art with anas, lina ader meeting - help the guy from the shop to bind, met boy, hidhir, aman, aiman, amir. bla bla bla, tumpang their car to balik, left my stuff at the shop, darn again...then did my mdf and also anas's mdf at fcm cafe, then was told to go somewhere else coz of smthing, i wasm't hearing coz i slept already, then went to foyer and helped other people on their abstracts (aqim n azwan), lie down on the pavement, well not excextly on, then chat for a moment with pitt. sian dier, dah sejuk, ngantuk plak tu....went back to hostel, nampaknyer cam nak ribut, chuak tu, just saw an aeroplane flew rite on top of me, then it dissapear in the clouds....whooaa, ribut ribut. went back to hostel alone n shocked by nini whose actually tgh tonggeng mencari fresh leaves for her actual texture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, arini takde bende surprising except i finished my mdf early than usual, n even help others with theirs, woohoo....&lt;br /&gt;ok, tu jer, next time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112595759661069456?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112595759661069456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112595759661069456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112595759661069456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112595759661069456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-has-come.html' title='the day has come...'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112587216102513645</id><published>2005-09-05T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:34:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anak onek mak....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/artwork%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/artwork%20001.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/artwork%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/artwork%20004.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/artwork%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/artwork%20002.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/artwork%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/artwork%20003.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the title has nothing to do with the isi, ok. Just fin my mdf, well not really, but just need some deco n all. Warrggghhh, cg n mla still wating with patience. i actually wakoe up late, my &lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt; call, wanna meet me. still dont have the Unser coz he said got no fulus. He gave me some money coz my parents didnt bought me oleh2 from indon. came back from &lt;strong&gt;muar&lt;/strong&gt;, got &lt;strong&gt;duku n nasi beringin&lt;/strong&gt; (sumthing &lt;strong&gt;syimir, elin n syam&lt;/strong&gt; dont know, well those whose not from muar lah). Met &lt;strong&gt;lina, anas&lt;/strong&gt; and all at hb3, lalala~ went back to syimir's room sambung wat mdf. we even comment each other on our blog.cet, syimir played with fs testi (she called everyone busuk so they give her their testi, busuk syimir....) mdf till night, hungry, ate nasi gorng daging merah that quite sux, for the first time at hb3 with syimir, helmi n noa (&lt;strong&gt;helmi &lt;/strong&gt;looked different). &lt;strong&gt;noa&lt;/strong&gt; crap, well talk till syimir n me laugh n i almost sembur my nasi...Give the duku to Helmi to share it with the other guys. &lt;strong&gt;Kdo&lt;/strong&gt; nyer 10 minutes was like 10 hours (suppose to meet at hb3). Then again, cont. with mdf, then &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; thought syimir give the duku to them (hahaha, tot sooo).&lt;strong&gt; Yeen&lt;/strong&gt; told me the duku was great n they fin it (alhamdulillah)(b4 that, yeen n some of the wattafs went to summit, and i got the news about aisdol n wan accident, sian those two....)lalala~ plan to go to hassan, but didnt make it coz of the assignments... well, tomorrow is another day, well, actually today lah, oh god, report arrggghhhh...lyke what the heck...&lt;br /&gt;see ya in the next post,&lt;br /&gt;bye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pixs above are my artworks, cam ape jer....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112587216102513645?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112587216102513645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112587216102513645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112587216102513645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112587216102513645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/anak-onek-mak.html' title='anak onek mak....'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112578680536824610</id><published>2005-09-04T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:33:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/IMG_2590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/IMG_2590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow, so tiring, woke up in syimirs bedroom. did my mdf work at 11am, then about 12pm went out with alya to find some stuff, then lunch at fcm cafe where we met doze. b4 that &lt;strong&gt;alya&lt;/strong&gt; just said sumthing riddikulus to me...ok, got my stuff, did my work, then &lt;strong&gt;syimir&lt;/strong&gt; buzz me. need to find out what to wear to a kenduri kawin, told her to wear baju kurung ( i ironed the baju for her, kesian). day passed by, did my mdf work from then till night, ooh, sore butt..... &lt;strong&gt;Lina&lt;/strong&gt; came back (yay yay) and told me an exciting story (happy for plushie n ferret). again, spend time with syimir in her room, toilet, hb3 and foyer...(i mean did our work, taking bath, eat and more mdf lah) . then tetiba cam bangang, i dare &lt;strong&gt;arab&lt;/strong&gt; to punch me, hit me or sumthing, but i wanna hit him first. he punch me so hard, n i was like....... well, it hurt but then again my choice, n i'm used to be punch by my bro (n his bigger than arab) .sing n merapu, i got kisses chocolate like 5 times, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;aisyah&lt;/strong&gt; n ferrero rosher from &lt;strong&gt;sarah &lt;/strong&gt;(best)... when back to syimir's room to get her stuff...then about 4 sumthing am, went to hassan with syimir (again) &lt;strong&gt;elynn n kdo,&lt;/strong&gt; n not to forget the 'owner' of the car, &lt;strong&gt;Helmi&lt;/strong&gt; n his assistant&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noa&lt;/strong&gt;. eat, drink, talk, crap but i didnt crap that much, mayb i dunno what they're talking about anyway, then 'accidentally' slept on my purse... went back home (b4 that noa just test on reversing the car, mati enjin, kuikuikui) terserempak with sumone making out in their car, (stoopid). went back to hostel, then sumthing unexpected happen, but fine by me actually... (syimir dah tau, lalala~) Poor syimir, her ulu hati sakit, so i took her minyak gamat from tasya's room, at about 6 am,, where &lt;strong&gt;imm n&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tasya&lt;/strong&gt; ready for the silat record thingy... went back to syimir's room n urutkan her perut, sian, to much angin i think lah... anyways, while using elle's pc, cannot surf the net coz... SHE GOT VIRUS IN HER PC!!! giler babzzz...now using my pc... dah, nak gi tdo bilik syimir, then wanna teach her on the linking thingy, just found out myself... k...&lt;br /&gt;see ya in the next post,&lt;br /&gt;preety soon..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112578680536824610?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112578680536824610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112578680536824610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112578680536824610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112578680536824610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/unexpected.html' title='unexpected'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112569208491807812</id><published>2005-09-03T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:33:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep time used for blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno, i just post rite, but then again, post some more. got a bit (well, not that bit actually) cofused about inviting my other friends who have their own blogs just like mine, but with much more posts. thanks again to &lt;strong&gt;Syimir, &lt;/strong&gt;she helped me with my wrong settings and all, well, im new, blur n bangang skit lah. syimir ask me to sleep with her, then i dont feel like sleeping, but my eyes are like so heavy... well, gotta go now, try to sleep myself out of blogging...hahaha, what the heck. b4 i forgot, actually just cae from klinik harmoni in dengkil. went there to send &lt;strong&gt;Imm &lt;/strong&gt;coz imm hand tersepit by the stoopid pintu (darn it). Cursing the door.Thx to &lt;strong&gt;naz&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;nad&lt;/strong&gt;, we used 'their' car (hehehe). but nad used the long way, n naz was like, used a shortway, n i mean short... note to self, be careful with &lt;strong&gt;illy&lt;/strong&gt;'s room door, it slams man!!&lt;br /&gt;(i got shocked about sumthing while blogging just now, huhuhu, really terkezut beruk...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k, bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; assalamualaikum...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112569208491807812?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112569208491807812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112569208491807812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112569208491807812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112569208491807812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep-time-used-for-blogging.html' title='sleep time used for blogging'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217819.post-112568641341785858</id><published>2005-09-03T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:32:37.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning of all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/1600/DSC06105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1531/320/DSC06105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first blog ever. hmm, thx to &lt;strong&gt;syimir&lt;/strong&gt;, she ask me to make my own blog, coz of one thing. i thought, mayb next time, coz assignments like hell, too little time, but, i dunno, it seems that the Blogger summoned me from somewhere... lalala~ . God, really sleepy, but all of a sudden my heart does't feel right. i dunno, since living in mmu cyber, i never feel right.. not never actually, but its just that, sumtimes from happy, i can be quite moody, cam org tak betul pulak. Lyke, what the heck. rite now, im making my roommate &lt;strong&gt;Mia&lt;/strong&gt; laugh lyke hell.hahaha, we're complaining the world is getting hotter n hotter... wah, best klu .... (merapu abis). Mane &lt;strong&gt;niena&lt;/strong&gt; ni... nvm, ,thats all for now i think... Nyot nyot!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217819-112568641341785858?l=nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/feeds/112568641341785858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217819&amp;postID=112568641341785858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112568641341785858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217819/posts/default/112568641341785858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilahradcliffe.blogspot.com/2005/09/beginning-of-all.html' title='the beginning of all'/><author><name>Nabilah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038822031806226307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/nabilahradcliffe/best002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
